The influence of Japan's Sankou Group is mainly concentrated in Japan itself; however, beyond Japan, the Sankou Group has nurous businesses overseas.
In Macau and Singapore, the Sankou Group holds influence and conducts business, with Singapore being the main pillar of the group's overseas operations.
In the following week, a series of murders and shootings erupted in Singapore.
Almost every day, the Singaporean news outlets were reporting on the incidents, and those paying attention could easily see that the victims of these shootings and murders were almost all elite mbers of the Sankou Group in Singapore.
So of the Sankou Group's businesses in Singapore were also targeted with robberies and explosions. Singapore was in a state of great turmoil.
Subsequently, an explosive news article was released online.
The online report was succinct. In essence, it stated that Red Spider declared war on the Sankou Group, and to avoid harming innocents, requested all employees affiliated with Japan to quickly sever their employnt ties...
Suddenly, the Sankou Group's business in Singapore lost a large number of employees, and practically overnight, all their operations were paralyzed.
Afterward, large-scale protests broke out in Singapore, with the public asserting they didn't want to be dragged into gang warfare and demanding that the Sankou Group be completely ousted from the country.
But even more deadly was what ca next: Singapore's parliant sent a directive to Bian Zhimu, the head of the Sankou Group, ordering that all businesses owned by the group be shut down and moved out of Singapore.
Ordinarily, Singapore wasn't completely unaware of the Sankou Group's activities, but since no one pursued the matter previously, the Singaporean authorities didn't intervene.
However, now that the whole country was in an uproar, how could the Singaporean parliant possibly tolerate the presence of the Sankou Group any longer?
The next day, Singaporean police were deployed en masse, imdiately sealing off all Japanese businesses, and people from Japan in Singapore suddenly beca the target of hostility.
Many Japanese were beaten by locals in the streets after their nationalities were disclosed.
In just one day, there were over a hundred cases of Japanese people being hospitalized after being assaulted by Singaporean locals...
Under such urgent circumstances, the Japanese governnt stepped in for diation urgently, and after ergency consultations, began to temporarily evacuate Japanese citizens from Singapore in batches...
Evacuating expatriates from Singapore also utterly infuriated the citizens of Japan.
Many legitimate Japanese businessn were unwittingly implicated; these individuals rallied together once more, organizing another substantial protest.
Internationally and dostically, the Sankou Group was thrust into the spotlight.
…
Mali.
Mali is an island, and while it's small, its land area is anything but insignificant; in fact, it's about the size of a small town.
Nevertheless, this island isn't owned by any single nation.
Strictly speaking, the countries that have claid sovereignty over the island include Myanmar, Vietnam, and India.
Although there are territorial disputes, no country has actually sent military forces here.
The real reason is that the island is close to the Golden Triangle.
There is a large presence of Tusi forces, and the cultivation of drugs is rampant. Nurous criminals and exiles converge here, resulting in lawlessness. For anyone who takes it over, it would be nothing but chaos.
At this mont, inside a bar on a dusty street on Mali Island.
The bar is nad Eternal Sun Bar, and although it is dayti, it's not open for business, with only one man sitting at the bar drinking.
He appears to be in his thirties and is both drinking and looking seriously at a report in his hands.
The man's deanor is stern; his eyes might be clear, but they hold a depth and cunningness that others can't fathom...
"Mr. Bian Zhimu…" Just then, a short and stout middle-aged man entered.
This chubby man had dark skin, but his eyes were exceptionally bright, indicating that he was a Martial Artist of not insignificant cultivation.
"Ruo Ren, is there more bad news?" Bian Zhimu asked, taking a sip from his drink without even looking up.
The man called Ruo Ren nodded, pulled up a chair, and sat down beside Bian Zhimu. "Mr. Bian Zhimu, another five key mbers of the Sankou Group have been assassinated."
Bian Zhimu's brow didn't show anger; instead, he smiled. "Including these five, Red Spider has now assassinated eighteen mbers of the Sankou Group, right?"
Ruo Ren nodded. "Yes, eighteen."
Bian Zhimu picked up his glass and took a sip. "This Red Spider is indeed formidable. We had almost wiped them out before, leaving them barely clinging to life, yet with their last breaths, they managed to survive."
"What do we do now, Mr. Bian Zhimu?" Ruo Ren asked. "Before, we intended to make an example out of Red Spider, to shock and awe other underground forces into allegiance, but now, not only have we failed to defeat Red Spider, on the contrary, we've been worn to exhaustion by them."
Bian Zhimu smiled faintly. "What I'm most curious about right now is the current situation within the Sankou Group."
Ruo Ren glanced at Bian Zhimu, then spoke up. "Mr. Bian Zhimu, the entire Sankou Group is in complete disarray. Many of the veteran mbers are clamoring for you to step down. The group is basically immobilized."
Bian Zhimu took another sip of his drink. "I had foreseen this."
"You had foreseen this?" Ruo Ren asked.
Bian Zhimu nodded. "Japan is a country that values democracy, and so do their gangs... and since we're foreigners, everything is fine when going smoothly. But once things turn sour, it's natural for them to reject ."
"Should we not employ so high-voltage tactics and kill a few key mbers of the Sankou Group who dare to challenge us?" Ruo Ren said. "Just like we did before."
Bian Zhimu shook his head. "The situation is different now. Previously, the Sankou Group was in disarray, and we stepped in to rally them together again. So, there was no problem in killing a few leaders who weren't on our side. But now things have changed, they have beco united, and we're no longer involved."
"These Japanese..." Ruo Ren grimaced.
"Actually, it's not a big deal. I never intended to use the people from the Sankou Group for anything significant, just to have them do our bidding for a bit," Bian Zhimu said, unconcerned.
"Master Bian Zhimu, are we not concerned with the Sankou Group anymore? Have we given up on them?" Ruo Ren asked.
Bian Zhimu shook his head again. "It's not that we don't care about the Sankou Group or have given them up, it's that the Sankou Group doesn't need us anymore."
Ruo Ren nodded.
Bian Zhimu put down his glass and then said, "Ruo Ren, go and investigate for , see if you can find out who is behind Red Spider. I refuse to believe that Red Spider could have recovered so well in such a short ti without sobody's support."
"Alright..." Ruo Ren nodded. "Then, Master Bian Zhimu, I'll take my leave."
"Go ahead." After speaking, Bian Zhimu no longer paid attention to Ruo Ren, who was walking away. He picked up the report in his hands once again.
"Who could be behind Red Spider?" Bian Zhimu muttered to himself.
...
On the streets of Mali Island.
Ding Fan had flown here overnight using Sword Control.
Most of the residents here were natives. However, there was also a large number of fugitives. With no military or police from any country to govern the area, fights and brawls were a common sight.
Ding Fan arrived at a bustling street.
It was crowded with many people; it seed like it was a market.
"₹%&*@!#₹"... At this mont, a scruffy-bearded Indian man approached Ding Fan, saying sothing in a language Ding Fan didn't understand.
Ding Fan shook his head, indicating that he didn't understand.
"You can understand Huaxia, right?" The big-bearded man switched languages and surprisingly spoke very fluently in Huaxia Country's language.
Ding Fan was quite surprised; this big-bearded man was proficient in several languages, much more so than those students in Huaxia Country who sat in classrooms studying from textbooks.
"I can understand Huaxia Country's language," Ding Fan said indifferently.
"Do you need the company of a beautiful woman? The girls here are very pretty and the prices are cheap!" the big-bearded man earnestly offered.
Ding Fan shook his head.
Seeing Ding Fan decline, the big-bearded man continued, "Oh, if you don't want a woman, then how about trying Immortal Smoke? It's the local specialty here, opium..."
While speaking, the big-bearded man took out a dark lump from his pocket.
Ding Fan looked at it; it was reminiscent of feces and was quite unsightly.
"I don't need it either." After saying so, Ding Fan didn't want to waste further ti with the big-bearded man and turned to leave.
"This guy really, doesn't want won, doesn't smoke Immortal Smoke, absolutely no fun..." the big-bearded man gestured crudely behind Ding Fan's back.
Ding Fan kept walking.
In the market, quite a few people spoke Huaxia Country's language, even the local natives would use it to introduce local products.
After asking around, Ding Fan began to understand.
It turned out that many here were descendants of soldiers who had drifted to this place during Huaxia Country's unification war decades earlier, which explained why they could speak Huaxia Country's language.
"Why would you bring this thing to a place like this..." Just then, not far from Ding Fan, there was a sound of sothing being thrown.
Ding Fan turned to look. A man was throwing a woman's handbag to the ground.
After the bag broke open, a cara was revealed.
Realizing this, Ding Fan understood that the woman must be here on a secret reporting mission and was now caught.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my girlfriend didn't an to do it," a man quickly stood up and said to the person who had thrown the bag.
The man who had thrown the bag, a man in his thirties with tattoos all over his body, looked like a thug at first glance.
"Fuck! Bringing this here ans you were prepared all along, what do you an 'didn't an to'?" The tattooed man exclaid angrily and kicked the other man down with a swift blow.
"How can you hit soone like that?" the woman hurried to help the man who had been hit, looking furiously at the tattooed man.
"Spider... why so unfriendly to a beauty..." Just then, a man with a mustache and a lewd expression on his face ca over.
"Fuck, this woman actually brought a hidden cara. The cris we've committed are serious, and if this girl exposes us with the video, we're finished!" the tattooed man said discontentedly.
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