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Date: November 6
"Since that's the case, you all should stay on standby and get a clear understanding of the chaotic situation. Blindly inserting yourselves might not please either side," Yang Xiaoyou calmly communicated through a satellite phone after finally getting in touch with Mo Wenfu and his group.
They had managed to take advantage of this coincidental opportunity to infiltrate, and they usually acted with great caution. For the current shifts in power and general reconnaissance, they had dispatched specialized members to gather intelligence.
The information relayed to Yang Xiaoyou indicated that the Moscow Hotel was currently exerting full force to suppress a local Vietnamese gang's influence.
It's somewhat tragic that Golden Bay is Vietnam's most outstanding natural harbor, with a seventeen-kilometer stretch from the port to the sea outlet. Before it was dismantled, this area was also a military stronghold.
However, at this moment, several senior factions in Jinlan City were gradually pushing out the local Vietnamese forces, with foreign powers occupying most of the territory.
If it weren't for the general who controlled this area and relied on his own troops for support, it's likely that all of Vietnam's local forces would have been expelled by now.
The Moscow Hotel had set its sights on the weakest of the remaining three local Vietnamese factions. In just about a month since their initial engagement, they had nearly cleaned up the opposition.
Their speed was remarkably swift, employing direct and ruthless tactics that completely crushed the enemy's active forces, reminiscent of Yang Xiaoyou's earlier approach towards the Snake and Gustav factions.
With absolute strength overwhelming them, it was truly a case of a strong dragon subduing a local snake.
Currently, the local Vietnamese gang seemed to be desperately seeking someone to mediate, preparing to concede a significant portion of their interests in order to maintain their presence in the city.
Given that this situation had developed over just one month, other factions felt somewhat caught off guard.
By the time they considered intervening, the battered local Vietnamese gang had already been worn down significantly.
What they could do now was decide whether to intervene and promote peace talks between both sides. Undoubtedly, compared to the somewhat terrifyingly powerful Moscow Hotel, they were more inclined to leave behind an innocuous Vietnamese gang.
In the remaining two factions of the Vietnamese Gang, several forces have joined together to force a discussion between both sides.
Because of this, things have been relatively quiet recently.
While digesting the information from his own people, Yang Xiaoyou was also considering the next steps he should take.
Currently, he was leaning towards two plans. One was to continue the peace talks and take over the remnants of the Vietnamese Gang.
The other option involved the fellows at Moscow Hotel being dissatisfied with the current distribution. They would continue to encroach on the remaining forces while he would use decisive measures to eliminate another faction during their encroachment, effectively reshuffling the power dynamics.
Undoubtedly, the first option was safer and more stable, but the second could maximize profits.
However, regardless of which choice he made, the initially attacked local Vietnamese forces no longer held any value for survival, and he could potentially reach some level of cooperation with those at Moscow Hotel.
Since they had all just arrived from outside, it was quite necessary to band together to resist the counterattacks from the entrenched local forces.
After all, every faction that managed to survive in this chaotic place had its unique strengths. If they all united to exclude others, both Moscow Hotel and himself would face significant headaches.
Some problems couldn't be solved simply by force, and he couldn't afford to invest a large number of personnel here for an extended period.
However, for negotiations and similar tasks, since Nobunaga Hideyoshi was dealing with issues related to the virus antibody, it was still most reliable for him to handle things himself. There were negotiation experts available, but purely administrative personnel were not suited for this kind of environment.
If Mo Wenfu were allowed to act freely, he could also address the issues here. However, that fellow didn't have a good reputation in Vietnam. It would be better for him to operate secretly; if discovered, it could lead to significant trouble.
The current situation in Vietnam was largely due to his efforts.
Although Moscow Hotel was named after a hotel, their main base in Cam Ranh was indeed a hotel but was not open to outsiders.
Yang Xiaoyou ultimately chose to stay in a relatively clean-looking inn.
The shopkeeper's expression was numb and devoid of any emotion, resembling that of a zombie. He treated Yang Xiaoyou with indifference, collecting the payment and tossing a key before ignoring her completely.
There were no registration measures in place.
However, it was clear that a place like this could only operate with some backing; it was likely that this establishment belonged to a certain faction. At the very least, the shopkeeper probably had to pay protection fees to some group regularly.
In such places, the influence of the underworld was far more effective than that of the official authorities. Relying on the police for safety here was clearly unrealistic.
"Another rat has entered the city? Can we determine where they’re from?" In a relatively lavish room, a middle-aged Asian man with gold teeth was grooming his nails while asking his subordinate who was reporting to him.
"The other party is quite cunning; we haven't been able to catch any traces. Recently, someone has been inquiring about the changes in power here, and they are unfamiliar faces," the reporting man said respectfully.
With their grasp on local information, this group could easily rank among the top three. They had people everywhere, and recently, tensions had risen. After increasing their vigilance, they discovered that others seemed to be taking an interest in this area.
"Tsk, it's normal for someone to have their eyes on this juicy piece of meat. It’s probably a faction that has long wanted to intervene but couldn’t find an opportunity. That damned Moscow Hotel has disrupted the previously calm environment. Thanks to them, our business has declined significantly compared to last quarter," the middle-aged Asian man said, visibly irritated.
However, he also feared their hard power; he would only complain verbally. Deep down, he had resolved not to get involved even if other factions planned to join forces to drive out this troublemaker.
According to his sources, the other party consisted of seasoned military personnel.
"I’m truly sorry; it seems your business will continue to be affected for some time," a voice suddenly echoed in the room, sending chills down his spine.
He instinctively reached beneath the sofa, trying to retrieve his gun.
Before he could reach his target, a deafening bang echoed through the room, causing the sofa he was sitting on to split open, stuffing flying everywhere.
Looking at the newly created opening, Gold Tooth couldn't help but swallow hard. It was a .22 caliber handgun, and the opponent had fired it single-handedly, hitting exactly where he had intended to reach. This was too bizarre; how had the intruder even gotten in?
However, after the gunfire rang out, Gold Tooth felt a slight sense of relief. As long as his subordinates heard the shot...
"Well, your little lackeys are probably fast asleep right now, so don't get your hopes up," Yang Xiaoyou said casually from the direction of the curtains, wearing a portable black helmet that seemed to have appeared from nowhere.
The fellow in front of him looked rough and often came across as impulsive and easily angered. Yet Yang Xiaoyou understood that this man was not as incompetent as he appeared.
He looked just like he did back when Yang Xiaoyou first arrived; despite numerous upheavals in their situation, he had managed to ensure their safety. That alone spoke volumes about his capabilities.
"Cough, cough. Since you didn't kill me outright, you must have some demands. Feel free to speak up. If it's within my power to grant your request, I will certainly agree. But you know I'm just a branch manager stationed here; my authority is limited," Gold Tooth said, gradually calming down and adopting a somewhat conciliatory tone, completely unfazed by the sofa that had been shot to pieces or the gun hidden beneath it.
Tears streaming down his face, he sought support.
(To be continued)
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