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I was having a meal with Lin Fan when I heard the sound of motorcycles outside. I froze for a moment, sensing something was off. I immediately said to Lin Fan, "You should go hide in the back kitchen for a bit and see what those people are up to. They can't be targeting us, can they?"
Lin Fan merely scoffed and patted her bag. "Don't forget, I'm a police officer and I have my things with me."
Looking at Lin Fan's slender figure, I thought for a moment and decided against letting her hide.
At that moment, the group outside kicked open the glass door of the ramen shop with a loud bang. Over twenty people marched toward us. There were other customers in the shop, but everyone was hiding in the back, and no one called the police.
The shop owner rushed over. Upon seeing the situation, he started mumbling nervously. He came up to me, bowing and apologizing profusely before taking away my unfinished bowl of noodles.
I sensed trouble and turned to Lin Fan. "What's going on with this boss?"
"He wants you to leave so as not to affect his business," Lin Fan replied, reaching into her bag at the same time.
I was taken aback. So this is how business is done in Japan? It seemed that these people were indeed arrogant; the shop owner didn't dare to confront them and only wanted his customers to leave.
I looked up, ignoring the shop owner, and focused on the leader of the motorcycle gang.
The guy riding a motorcycle took off his helmet and shook his hair stylishly before placing his foot on my table, making himself comfortable.
I turned to Lin Fan, who said, "He wants you to leave."
I nodded and replied to Lin Fan, "Let this bastard get out! I'll wait a bit longer for my noodles before dealing with him."
Lin Fan exchanged a few words in Japanese with that guy.
“Baka!” The man slammed the table and then muttered something under his breath.
Lin Fan proactively translated for me, “This guy’s brother was offended by you on the subway, which made them lose face as a Biker Gang. Now, well, he wants to take me away.”
“Take you away?” I looked at Lin Fan.
Lin Fan sighed, “Looks like I’m not too bad looking after all; they want to take me, not you. I feel a bit better about that.”
I stared at Lin Fan. This woman could be just as clueless as Zhang Yuru sometimes. Even now, she was making jokes.
I asked, “Lin Fan, are these people serious or just bluffing? Should I give them some money to Get Out!?”
Lin Fan thought for a moment, “It’s up to you; you can try.”
I said, “Alright, if it doesn’t work out, remember, when things get rough, we run towards the back of the kitchen. Make sure to run fast.”
Lin Fan nodded.
I looked up at the leader of the Biker Gang. To be honest, these guys looked like they had just graduated high school. I wasn’t sure if they were part of any organized crime group, but honestly, I wasn’t afraid of them. With Big White around, what could they really do? I glanced at the leader and reached into my bag beside me.
“Baka…” The leader shouted again, but he seemed nervous. The people behind him took a step back, anxiously watching me as if I were about to pull out a gun or a knife.
I pulled out a stack of cash—one thousand yen bills, one hundred of them in total. That amounted to one hundred thousand yen.
I handed it to the leader of the Biker Gang.
It looked like a lot, but in reality, it wasn’t much money. One hundred thousand yen was only about five thousand yuan. In Japan, prices were quite high; this amount didn’t go very far.
The boss saw me pull out a stack of money and burst into laughter. He chattered away, then snatched the money from my hands and swaggered over to sit down across from me. After that, he reached out to touch Lin Fan's face.
Lin Fan dodged away and sighed, "I knew giving you money would be useless. You Chinese people are just foolish, pretending to be tough when you have no skills. And now you want another hundred thousand? This matter is settled."
"Alright then," I replied. With that, I reached into my bag again. I had a purpose for being here; I really didn't want to cause trouble, so I planned to take out another hundred thousand to hopefully calm things down.
The boss chuckled, and his lackeys joined in with their own laughter. I wondered what they were all laughing about. Suddenly, the boss yanked Lin Fan's hair and continued to laugh while saying something to her.
Honestly, when I saw that guy grabbing Lin Fan's hair, I was furious. These Japanese thugs had no concept of cherishing a woman at all.
My hand, which had been reaching for money in my bag, quickly abandoned that idea. Instead, I grasped a metal rod and pulled it out with force, swinging it down hard onto the boss's shoulder.
With a loud "bang," his arm suddenly dropped, accompanied by a cracking sound as I shattered his bone with the steel rod.
"You think I'm just going to take this lying down?" I kicked the boss in the stomach, knocking him over, then stomped down hard on his ribs.
"Run!" I shouted to Lin Fan as I brandished the steel rod.
Lin Fan slung her bag over her shoulder and pulled out a stun gun, zapping the nearest thug with it. Whatever voltage it was, it knocked the biker gang member straight to the ground.
The rest of them began encircling us, but I wasn't going to hold back. I kicked a table in front of me, sending it crashing into them. Grabbing the suitcase while Lin Fan carried her bag, we dashed toward the kitchen at the back of the shop. Once inside, I slammed the kitchen door shut and locked it before we made our way through to the back door and bolted out.
I hadn't intended to fight inside the shop, but the shop owner wasn't exactly innocent either. After seeing Lin Fan humiliated, I couldn't care less about anything else.
Behind us in the kitchen, there was a loud bang as someone slammed against the kitchen door.
Without thinking much more about it, Lin Fan and I ran down the alley behind the shop. However, it was clear that Lin Fan couldn't run very fast; after just a few steps, she was already panting heavily. Carrying a suitcase made it even more inconvenient for me.
The alley turned out to be quite long, winding and twisting. Just as we were about to escape, the roar of motorcycles filled the air. A few riders blocked the entrance, and behind them, a dozen more appeared, wielding wooden sticks and baseball bats.
I tossed aside the box and grabbed a steel pipe. "Damn it, you take this chance to run and call for help. I'll deal with these bastards..."
Lin Fan held an electric baton. "I'm not running. Just a bunch of brats. If you grab one and beat him hard, they'll definitely be scared."
I glanced sideways at Lin Fan and laughed. "You seem pretty experienced. Alright, just focus on protecting yourself; I'm about to get serious."
"Just go all out," Lin Fan urged. "Don't worry about me."
With the steel pipe in hand, my main concern was whether they had guns. If I got killed by these bastards after surviving so much, that would be a huge loss. It wouldn’t do to die here after everything I had been through. But if they didn’t have guns, I really didn’t need to worry; it would just mean a hospital stay or getting caught by the Japanese—what was there to fear?
I charged toward the smaller group of people.
At that moment, four figures suddenly burst out from the alley entrance, shouting loudly at the group of Japanese bikers. I recognized them as the four plainclothes police officers who had come with us to handle the case. They had been nearby; we had split up after getting off the subway, but seeing them now eased my mind.
Just then, two members of the biker gang charged at me with wooden sticks. I had nothing to worry about anymore; it was time to fight back. I kicked one of them away and swung the steel pipe at another. Surprisingly, these Japanese fighters were skilled; one of them struck my leg with a stick, causing sharp pain.
The two groups collided violently, and I took at least five or six hits. Those Japanese fighters were brutal; my back burned with pain. The four plainclothes officers weren’t faring much better—they were weaker than me and unarmed, so they quickly went down with two of them kneeling.
Realizing we were no match for them, I considered fleeing when suddenly seven or eight more people rushed into the alley. They were dressed in black and wielded machetes, shouting loudly as they charged toward the bikers.
These newcomers fought fiercely; within moments, blood was everywhere on the ground. While machetes might not kill instantly, they could certainly slice through skin. The sheer visual impact of those large machetes was intimidating enough that soon those bikers still standing began to flee.
I stood there stunned against the wall, my body burning all over. I nodded toward those with machetes and managed to say in broken Japanese, "Thank you..."
One of them grinned back at me. "We're Chinese people; our boss sent us here. Otherwise, why would we wade into this mess?"
“Ah? Chinese people,” I sighed in relief and smiled. “Thank you so much, I almost lost my life here.”
“We should leave this place first; it won’t be good when the police arrive,” the person said as he helped the officer on the ground to his feet. Together, we made our way toward the alley entrance.
At the entrance of the alley, there was a door. We turned in and wound our way through until we entered the backyard of a teahouse. In the backyard, a middle-aged man dressed in a Tang Suit was looking down at his phone.
When he saw us enter, the middle-aged man smiled and said, “Are you hurt?”
“Just some injuries,” I replied. Suddenly, I felt quite relieved to encounter a fellow countryman in this foreign land. It was like that saying: those who have gone abroad tend to love their homeland even more.
Back in China, we would often criticize corrupt officials and unscrupulous bosses, but once abroad, it was unacceptable for anyone to speak ill of China. If someone overseas dared to criticize Xi Zong even slightly, it would lead to a confrontation…
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