Under the cover of night, Mu Lin donned the attire of a Japanese ninja and approached the old yakuza family Sasebo, entrenched in Fukuoka City. This family had existed for over two hundred years and, together with another powerful clan, the Nakatsu family, also based in Fukuoka, had divided most of Kyushu’s profits between them. In years of constant conflict, neither family had managed to gain the upper hand. Over a century ago, the wise elders of both families realized that cooperation would benefit both, and through marriage alliances, a superficial peace was temporarily maintained. However, both families continued to engage in many covert operations behind each other’s backs.
Especially in modern times, the younger generations of both families were ambitious and eager to establish their own legacies, and the current situation between the two was extremely volatile.
The only remaining family, the Kumamoto clan, had risen over a century ago by employing a strategy of encircling the cities from the countryside. Taking advantage of the ongoing conflict between the Sasebo and Nakatsu families, the Kumamoto family gradually expanded from rural areas beyond the control of the two major clans, growing steadily in strength.
By the time the Sasebo and Nakatsu families realized the threat posed by the now-powerful Kumamoto clan, the opportunity to eliminate them had already passed. Neither family dared to strike first, fearing the other might reap the final benefits. In modern times, the Kumamoto family had grown even stronger and begun extending their reach into cities controlled by the other two families.
When Mu Lin arrived in Little Japan, he had already carefully planned his revenge. He had not planted any agents here, nor did he have any external forces to rely on. If he were to eliminate the yakuza families one by one, he would eventually expose his identity and invite retaliation. Although under absolute power, any conspiracy or trickery would ultimately prove useless, dealing with a swarm of persistent enemies could still be a nuisance, like an elephant constantly harassed by a group of mice.
After several days of observation, Mu Lin decided to take action tonight. Perhaps due to years of complacency, the Sasebo family had let their guard down, and Mu Lin shook his head, realizing once again the truth of the ancient saying, “Hardship breeds vigilance, while comfort leads to downfall.”
Mu Lin had observed this place for a long time. During the day, he suspected it might be a deception, but to his surprise, there was little difference between day and night. Within the range of his psychic senses, the night was as clear as daylight. He was not here to kill, so he paid no attention to who was in which room.
Avoiding the guards, Mu Lin reached the secret chamber of the Sasebo family. Every ancient family had its own hidden vaults for storing treasures and secret escape routes. Much of the yakuza’s wealth was obtained through illegal means, and these ill-gotten gains, along with other valuable items, were all stored in the secret chamber—just like in the Sasebo family.
The Sasebo family’s secret chamber was located three levels underground. The chamber was surrounded by reinforced concrete walls two meters thick and protected by three heavy steel doors, each twenty centimeters thick. The first and second doors were guarded by four fully armed guards each, and no additional security measures were taken. These guards worked in three shifts, so once inside, one could freely carry out whatever needed to be moved.
In the darkness, Mu Lin changed into the attire of a Japanese ninja and approached the long-established yakuza family, the Sasebo Clan, entrenched in Fukuoka City. This family had existed for over two hundred years, sharing most of the interests on Kyushu Island with another family, the Nakatsu Clan, also based in Fukuoka. In their perennial conflicts, neither side could gain a complete upper hand. Over a century ago, the wise men of both families realized the benefits of cooperation and temporarily maintained a superficial peace through marital alliances. However, behind the scenes, both engaged in numerous underhanded maneuvers. Especially in modern times, the younger generations of both families were ambitious, eager to carve out their own dominance, bringing the situation to a boiling point.
Only the Kumamoto Clan remained—a family that, over a century ago, had adopted a strategy of “encircling the cities from the countryside,” taking advantage of the infighting between the Sasebo and Nakatsu Clans. They gradually expanded from the rural areas beyond the two families’ control. By the time the Sasebo and Nakatsu Clans noticed the Kumamoto Clan’s rise, the opportunity to eliminate them had passed. Neither dared to strike first, fearing the other would reap the final benefits. In modern times, the Kumamoto Clan had grown even stronger, extending their influence into cities controlled by the other two families.
When Mu Lin arrived in Japan, he had carefully considered his revenge plan. He had no spies here nor any other forces to exploit. If he were to eliminate the yakuza families one by one, his identity would inevitably be exposed, inviting retaliation. While absolute power could render any schemes useless, even an elephant would be overwhelmed by a swarm of relentless mice.
After several days of observation, Mu Lin decided on his current course of action. Perhaps years of complacency had made the Sasebo Clan’s security measures mere formalities. Mu Lin shook his head—the ancient saying, “Prosperity breeds complacency, adversity breeds vigilance,” was undoubtedly true.
He had observed the area for a long time. During the day, he thought it might be a decoy, but at night, he found little difference. Within the range of his psychic senses, darkness was as clear as daylight. He wasn’t here to kill, so he paid no attention to who occupied which rooms.
Avoiding the villa’s guards, Mu Lin reached the Sasebo Clan’s secret vault. Every ancient family had a hidden chamber for treasures and an escape route. Much of the yakuza’s wealth was obtained through illegal means, stored alongside other valuable loot—the Sasebo Clan was no exception.
Their vault was built three floors underground, encased in two-meter-thick reinforced concrete. Three layers of steel doors, each twenty centimeters thick, served as defenses. The first and second doors were guarded by four fully armed sentries each, but beyond that, no additional security measures were in place. The guards worked in three shifts, so once inside the vault, one could loot without worry.
Only the family head and two elders had keys to the third door, requiring simultaneous unlocking for entry—outsiders had no chance. This gave Mu Lin a significant advantage. Using earth-walking techniques, he slipped inside effortlessly.
Inside, he surveyed the spacious, 300-square-meter chamber. The ceiling had numerous ten-centimeter-wide ventilation holes. Mu Lin smirked—by the standards of a century ago, this vault was cutting-edge, but times had changed, and these families had grown overconfident, failing to upgrade their security.
He began tossing everything from the shelves into his storage ring—firearms occupying a third of the space, along with other valuables. Before coming, he had emptied his ring’s contents in his Boston home, leaving plenty of room.
In the now-empty vault, Mu Lin planted dozens of timed explosives to erase all traces of his presence. After synchronizing the timers with the Sasebo Clan’s clocks, he slipped back into the villa. Noticing a few lavishly decorated rooms, he placed more bombs there before silently departing.
Using his earth-walking technique, Mu Lin soon appeared near the Nakatsu Clan’s villa. Though their defenses were tighter, he quickly located their vault. Surprisingly, it had infrared alarms, but complacency had left them deactivated, saving him time. After looting their treasures, he planted explosives in their most opulent rooms and vanished.
By the time Mu Lin returned to his hotel, massive explosions erupted at both ends of the city, followed by a chain of blasts that jolted the sleeping metropolis awake. The high-grade explosives sent shockwaves rippling through the entire urban area, soon followed by piercing sirens.
Nagasaki in Kyushu had suffered an atomic bombing during WWII, so the island’s residents were accustomed to annual air-raid drills. But the sheer force of these explosions woke nearly everyone. The sirens triggered panic, with many assuming an imminent air raid. Fear drove residents to flee with their families, abandoning belongings.
Tourists, terrified by the blasts and alarms, joined the exodus. Soon, streets were clogged with vehicles and pedestrians, overwhelming the police. The city descended into chaos.
Inside the chamber, Mu Lin surveyed the surroundings. It was a spacious room covering over 300 square meters. On the ceiling were many small holes about ten centimeters in diameter—upon closer inspection, he realized they were ventilation shafts.
Mu Lin smiled. By the construction and security standards of over a century ago, this chamber would have been considered highly advanced. But times had changed, and these families had failed to upgrade their security measures, which showed a certain arrogance.
After thoroughly inspecting the chamber, Mu Lin began tossing everything on the shelves into his ring. Even the firearms, which occupied nearly a third of the chamber, were not spared. Anything stored in such a secure place was likely valuable. Before arriving, Mu Lin had moved all the items stored in his ring to his old home in Boston, so the ring now had plenty of space.
Inside the vast chamber, Mu Lin planted dozens of timed explosives. He needed to completely erase any trace of his presence. After synchronizing the timers with the local time in Sasebo, he slipped into the mansion and placed another dozen timed explosives in several lavishly decorated rooms before quietly leaving.
In the darkness, Mu Lin changed into a Japanese ninja outfit and approached the long-established yakuza family, the Sasebo Clan, entrenched in Fukuoka City. This family had existed for over two hundred years, sharing most of the interests on Kyushu Island with another family, the Nakatsu Clan, also based in Fukuoka. In their perennial conflicts, neither side could gain a decisive upper hand. Over a century ago, the wise elders of both families realized that cooperation would benefit them both. Through marital alliances, they temporarily maintained a superficial peace, though both sides engaged in numerous underhanded maneuvers. Especially in modern times, the ambitious younger generations of both families sought to carve out new territories, bringing the situation to a boiling point.
Only the Kumamoto Clan remained—a family that, over a century ago, had adopted a strategy of “encircling the cities from the countryside.” Seizing the opportunity during the conflicts between the Sasebo and Nakatsu Clans, they gradually expanded from the rural areas beyond the two families’ control.
By the time the Sasebo and Nakatsu Clans noticed the rise of the Kumamoto Clan, the opportunity to eliminate them had already passed. Neither family dared to strike first, fearing the other would reap the ultimate benefits. In modern times, the Kumamoto Clan had grown even stronger, extending their influence into cities controlled by the other two families.
When Mu Lin arrived in Japan, he had carefully considered his plan for revenge. He had no informants here nor any other forces he could leverage. If he were to eliminate the yakuza families one by one, his identity would inevitably be exposed, inviting retaliation. While absolute power could render any schemes futile, even an elephant would be kept busy dealing with a swarm of rats.
After days of observation, Mu Lin finally decided to act tonight. Perhaps years of complacency had made the Sasebo Clan’s security measures mere formalities. Mu Lin shook his head—the ancient saying, “Survival comes from vigilance, destruction from comfort,” still held true.
He had observed the area for a long time. During the day, he thought it might be a decoy, but at night, he found little difference. Within the range of his psychic senses, darkness was as clear as daylight. He wasn’t here to kill, so he paid no attention to who occupied which rooms.
Avoiding the villa’s guards, Mu Lin reached the Sasebo Clan’s secret vault. Every ancient family had a hidden chamber for treasures and an escape route. Much of the yakuza’s wealth was obtained through illegal means, and these riches, along with other important loot, were stored in the vault—the Sasebo Clan was no exception.
Their vault was built three floors underground, surrounded by two-meter-thick reinforced concrete. Three layers of steel doors, each twenty centimeters thick, served as defenses. Four fully armed guards stood watch outside the first and second doors, but beyond that, no additional security measures were in place. The guards worked in three shifts, so once inside the vault, one could loot without worry.
Only the family head and two elders had keys to the third door, requiring simultaneous unlocking for entry—making it impossible for outsiders. This provided Mu Lin with great convenience. Using earth-walking techniques, he slipped inside effortlessly.
Inside, Mu Lin surveyed the spacious 300-square-meter chamber. The ceiling had numerous ten-centimeter ventilation holes. He smirked—by the standards of a century ago, this vault was advanced, but times had changed, and these families had grown complacent, failing to upgrade their security.
After a thorough inspection, Mu Lin began tossing everything from the shelves into his ring. He didn’t spare the firearms, which occupied nearly a third of the vault’s space. Anything stored here was valuable. Before coming, he had emptied his ring’s contents at his Boston home, leaving plenty of room.
In the now-empty vault, Mu Lin planted dozens of timed explosives to erase all traces of his presence. Synchronizing the timers with the Sasebo Clan’s clocks, he then slipped into the villa. Noticing a few lavishly decorated rooms, he planted more bombs before quietly leaving.
Using his earth-walking technique, Mu Lin soon appeared near the Nakatsu Clan’s villa. Though their defenses were tighter than the Sasebo Clan’s, he quickly located their vault.
Surprisingly, the Nakatsu vault had infrared alarms, but the guards, accustomed to peace, had left them deactivated—saving Mu Lin time. After looting their vault as well, he planted bombs in their most luxurious rooms before swiftly departing.
By the time Mu Lin returned to his hotel, massive explosions erupted at both ends of the city, followed by a series of equally deafening blasts, jolting the sleeping metropolis awake. The high explosives generated shockwaves that rippled across the entire urban area, soon followed by piercing sirens wailing throughout the city.
Nagasaki in Kyushu had suffered an atomic bombing during WWII, so the island’s residents were accustomed to annual air-raid drills. But the sheer force of these explosions woke nearly the entire city. The ensuing sirens triggered panic, with many assuming an air raid was imminent. Fearful residents fled in cars with their families, abandoning belongings.
Tourists, terrified by the explosions and sirens, joined the chaos. Seeing locals fleeing in panic, many rushed out of hotels in their nightclothes, swelling the crowds on the streets.
The growing throngs of vehicles and pedestrians clogged the already congested roads, overwhelming the police. The city descended into utter pandemonium.
Inside the Nakatsu family’s chamber, there were even infrared alarm systems. However, due to years of complacency, the guards had not even turned them on, saving Mu Lin considerable effort. Just as he had done with the Sasebo family, Mu Lin emptied the Nakatsu family’s chamber and placed several timed explosives in the most luxurious rooms before swiftly departing.
When Mu Lin returned to his hotel room, massive explosions erupted from both ends of the city, followed by a series of equally powerful detonations, completely awakening the sleeping city. The shockwaves from the high explosives Mu Lin used spread across the entire district, followed by piercing alarm sirens echoing throughout the city.
Since Nagasaki City in Kyushu had been hit by an atomic bomb from the Americans during World War II, the Japanese in Kyushu held annual air raid drills to commemorate the event. Therefore, the citizens had become somewhat desensitized to alarm sounds. However, the sheer power of the explosions startled nearly every resident awake. The subsequent sirens led many to believe an air raid was imminent, and in fear, some fled their homes without even grabbing their belongings, driving away with their families.
Tourists visiting the city were also deeply frightened by the massive explosions and the following alarm sounds. People always feared the unknown. Seeing locals rushing through the streets in their cars, many tourists, dressed only in whatever they had on, ran out of their hotels and joined the growing exodus.
More and more vehicles and pedestrians clogged the streets, making already congested roads even worse. The city’s police were overwhelmed by the chaos, and the entire city fell into a state of panic.
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