Old Mo, eating fish in a courtyard house, reigning supreme in Hong Kong.

Chapter 528: Protests Against a Humble Life

"Nonsense."

The Prime Minister roared angrily, "Do you know who that old man Mo is? He's a Prince of Hong Kong. Do you know what a Prince of Hong Kong is?"

The Prince of Hong Kong means all of Hong Kong belongs to him. You're going to go to Hong Kong to cause him trouble? Aren't you courting death?

The Yamaguchi-gumi leader stepped forward, his face full of arrogance, and said, "Prime Minister, this is where you're wrong. If he weren't so powerful, would we need so many people to go and cause him trouble?"

We know he's powerful, but so what if he's powerful? Does that mean we have to put up with him? The most important thing is that Hong Kong is such a huge market.

The Black Dragon Society has already laid the groundwork for us. If we don't step forward now, aren't we just watching the Black Dragon Society perish?

So we absolutely have to join. With so many gangs like us, what are we afraid of some so-called "Prince of Hong Kong"? It's ridiculous.

There was one more thing he didn't say: that such a large country as Japan was controlled by these gangsters. And he was just a minor prince of Hong Kong.

Therefore, he held that so-called Prince of Hong Kong in utter contempt, as did the leaders of these gangs.

The Prime Minister was so angry that his nose was crooked.

"Don't blame me for not warning you, even the people on Old America's side are afraid of that Hong Kong prince. If you're not afraid of death, then I won't stop you."

The triad leader stood up, his face equally arrogant.

"So what if the US? It's not the US's world anymore. Prime Minister, I know you're afraid of the US. But we're not."

"If your superiors hadn't compromised back then, would we have compromised? We would have fought them to the very end."

"You, you, you..."

The Prime Minister pointed at this guy, not knowing what to say.

"Fine, fine, you guys want to go? Okay, go ahead, I'm not going to interfere anymore. If you suffer losses later, don't say I didn't warn you."

The Prime Minister really doesn't want to deal with these guys anymore; he's letting them do what they want. If things go wrong, they might actually get wiped out by that Hong Kong prince. It's easier to manage things here in mainland China!

The gang leaders and guild presidents all laughed.

The Yamaguchi-gumi leader stepped forward and said, "Prime Minister, before we go there, we'd like to ask for your help in obtaining some identities. Without these identities, it will be very difficult for us!"

She looked at him blankly and asked, "What do you mean?"

The Yamaguchi-gumi leader said, "It's simple. Could you please help us get some Hong Kong identities? Otherwise, with Hong Kong under lockdown, we can't get in even if we wanted to. Right?"

The Prime Minister asked, "How many identities do you want to obtain? How many people are going to send?"

The Yamaguchi-gumi leader said, "Not many. We plan to send one or two thousand people from one gang."

The Prime Minister's eyes widened in surprise.

"That's more like it! You have five or six gangs, that's over ten thousand people! I can't handle so many identities."

The Yamaguchi-gumi leader sneered, "No need for all that. Just target us upper-ups. We have this identity to conceal our identities when entering Hong Kong. As for the lower-ups, we've decided to let them smuggle themselves across."

The Prime Minister thought for a moment and said, "Alright! I can handle anything under a hundred people."

The Yamaguchi-gumi leader patted his hand on the shoulder and said, "That's more like it! Don't worry, you'll get your share of the benefits."

A few days later, these people acquired new identities. They transited through another country and entered Hong Kong by plane.

Unfortunately, Hong Kong no longer accepts their planes.

Since he didn't have a fake identity, they were able to enter Hong Kong smoothly.

In Hong Kong, the identity of Japanese people is currently a very sensitive issue. Anyone suspected of being Japanese has been arrested.

Old Mo has built a new industrial park, and the wall has been erected, with an electric fence installed on top of it.

One by one, the Japanese were imprisoned.

"You idiot! I'm a law-abiding citizen. I protest! I protest! You can't treat us like this!"

One of them, a small group of people, protested loudly. "Only they, the small group, can treat other people like this! How can we allow other people to treat us like this?"

This is their deepest pride. It must never be trampled upon.

Once someone took the lead, others immediately followed suit.

"Yes, yes, we won't work. I protest! I protest! I haven't done anything wrong, why are you putting me in jail and making me work for you?"

"Yes. We live our noble lives, and people won't listen to you. We want to protest, we want to protest..."

When this group of people came in, the scene was in complete chaos.

There weren't enough managers on site to keep up with their numbers, which put them in a difficult position.

At that moment, the warden came out.

"Shut up, all of you! Are you trying to rebel?"

The scene fell silent instantly.

There's no way around it, he's the warden, he has an aura of authority.

The warden snorted coldly and said, "I want to confirm now, do you really not want to work here? You'll be fed if you work here, and we won't make things difficult for you. But if you disobey, then I'll have no choice but to send you back and sentence you to death."

"You idiot! We haven't done anything wrong, why are you arresting us to work? I protest! I protest!"

On a small day, he shouted loudly.

"Go, bring me that person's information."

Soon, a document was placed in the warden's hands.

The warden picked it up and started reading.

He smiled as he watched.

"Miyamoto, you say you've never done anything wrong? You once passed on intelligence to the Black Dragon Society, and you even had frequent interactions with them."

This constitutes espionage. Espionage is punishable by death.

Everyone in the Black Dragon Society has been sentenced to death. Not sentencing you is already a lenient act. So, do you have anything else to say?

"No. I was just passing a message to the Black Dragon Society? And this is going to be a life sentence for me? I don't accept it! I don't accept it!"

Miyamoto Masami shouted loudly.

The warden nodded and said, "Very well, since you're not satisfied, then we won't sentence you to life imprisonment. We'll sentence you to death, to be carried out immediately. Men, take him out and execute him in the woods ahead."

As soon as the warden finished speaking, men rushed up with guns and took Miyamoto Masamitsu into custody.

"You idiot! What right do you have to sentence me to death? I refuse to accept it! I absolutely refuse to accept it!"

The person controlling him didn't care about any of that; he picked up the butt of his gun and smashed it hard into his back.

Gaa...

The guy suddenly couldn't shout anymore. Like a dead dog, he was dragged to the side of the woods ahead.

Right under everyone's noses.

A gunshot rang out, ending his sinful life.

The scene fell silent instantly. Each and every one of them trembled with fear.