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In Japan, Ginza, Tokyo, Sixth District.
The Ires nightclub was still bustling, with dazzling lights in the hall, passionate music filling the air, a dance floor crowded with footsteps, and couples embracing and kissing. This extravagant night was no different from any other, but at the entrance of a private room stood a row of serious-looking bodyguards in black suits, hinting that something significant was about to happen inside.
“Mr. Mu, what do you think of my previous proposal?” A round negotiation table stood in the center of the room, with two main seats facing each other. Naturally, sitting on the right was Mu Shaosi, while the man on the left was Tandin Jameson, a member of the American Mafia. However, he was not representing the American Mafia in this negotiation.
Jamison was of mixed American and Japanese descent; his mother was American and his father Japanese. He had lived in America since childhood and only returned to Japan to live with his father after reaching adulthood. His father was the president of the Japanese Underworld Black Dragon Society, an ambitious man who had always tried to compete fiercely with Cherry Blossom Hall. This time, Black Dragon Gang sent their only son to negotiate with Mu Shaosi, hoping to carve out a share of the territory controlled by Cherry Blossom Hall. He thought that Mu Shaosi would be somewhat wary of the American Mafia, but if he truly cared about such things, he wouldn’t be known as Young Master Si.
“Arranging your Black Dragon Society’s hostesses in our Cherry Blossom Hall’s cabarets and hotels, then splitting the profits evenly—what a clever calculation you have!” Duan Ruyin, sitting beside Mu Shaosi, interjected sharply. He looked at Jamison with utter disdain; a man who looked more alluring than a woman—such a man being part of the mafia was hard for him to believe.
“Yin.” Mu Shaosi, dressed in an elegant white suit with a diamond eagle emblem gleaming on his chest, gracefully crossed his legs and lightly tapped the table surface with one hand, casually interrupting Duan Ruyin.
“Jamison sir, I believe you just returned from America and may not fully understand the situation here in Japan!” After a moment, Mu Shaosi slowly spoke, his deep black eyes fixed on Jamison, sending chills down one’s spine.
At that moment, Mu Shaosi exuded an aura that could suppress everyone around him; his kingly presence was unmistakable!
“Mr. Mu, I think it is you who fails to see the situation clearly! My father’s Black Dragon Society and your Cherry Blossom Hall currently dominate their respective territories, nearly monopolizing the entire entertainment industry. It would be better for our two organizations to cooperate than to become enemies in the future, or do you and your Cherry Blossom Hall simply not regard my father’s Black Dragon Society at all?”
Mu Shaosi stopped tapping his fingers on the table and slowly leaned forward, speaking softly: “Jamison sir, your Black Dragon Society is truly insignificant compared to Cherry Blossom Hall. If the Black Dragon Gang wishes to oppose us, feel free to act directly without using cooperation as a pretext!” With that, he suddenly stood up and walked toward the door, signaling that this negotiation was over.
In an instant, chaos erupted in the room. No one noticed when two bodyguards beside Jamison made their move, but they had already drawn their guns and pressed them against Mu Shaosi’s temple... Perhaps they thought this was still within the territory of Cherry Blossom Hall, or maybe they believed that Jamison wouldn’t dare act recklessly; even Duan Ruyin had let down his guard completely...
"Young Master Si!" Duan Ruyin shouted, drawing a gun and pointing it at Jamison. The three subordinates from Cherry Blossom Hall also aimed their guns at Jamison's two bodyguards.
"I advise you not to act rashly. Your Young Master's life is in my hands now. I wonder whose bullets will be faster, yours or my men's?" Jamison sneered, pulling out a military knife and approaching Mu Shaosi.
"Young Master Si, do you think it's more painful to be stabbed with a knife or shot with a bullet? I know you must be thinking that you can't move against me. Even if you did, you wouldn't be able to leave here because all your people are outside!" Jamison's eyes narrowed as he held the knife, letting the tip glide across Mu Shaosi's face.
Mu Shaosi stood quietly, glancing at the two guns aimed at his head. He smiled lightly, unaffected, and said, "I'm sorry, but those are not my lines!"
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