Bang...

Lin Chuan threw a punch, angrily cursing, "Listen to me, I want the fishery, not money."

"I..." The Yoshino family only wanted to keep their fishery, but Lin Chuan wasn't falling for it.

"Brother Chuan, why waste words with him." Zhou Kai spat out bloodied saliva, "Just beat him up until not even his mother would recognize him, then he'll willingly hand it over."

At this moment, Lin Chuan held a gun, pointing it at the Yoshino family's head, "Mr. Yoshino, please don't test my limits. This is your last chance."

"I... I'll give, I'll give it to you." Hearing this, the Yoshino family quickly raised their hands in surrender.

Soon, he obediently took out relevant documents and certificates from the safe. Lin Chuan glanced at them and had the Yoshino family personally draft a transfer agreement, transferring the fishery to Lin Chuan for five million US Dollars, with both parties signing an agreement. Moreover, Lin Chuan specifically had the Yoshino family write a receipt for five million US Dollars. Although there was no actual transaction, the legal transaction procedures were completed. If it came to a lawsuit, the Yoshino family would surely lose.

Of course, the Yoshino family never intended to solve this from a legal standpoint. When they were kicked out of the fishery, they were determined to rally their subordinates and immediately take back their fishery.

Lin Chuan had foreseen this, so that night he quickly notified Liu Cheng and the others to come to the fishery. More than forty people promptly arrived at the fishery to discuss strategies.

"The Yoshino family definitely won't let this go easily," Lin Chuan said, "He has over two hundred men under him, so we can't underestimate him. We need to prepare."

"Brother Chuan, how should we fight?" Zhou Kai asked.

"Fight however we want!" Lin Chuan revealed a strange smile, "But they probably won't come tonight, the most likely time is tomorrow night. So, let's rest well tonight and leave a few brothers on watch."

"Yes!" Zhou Kai nodded.

That night, the Yoshino family hurried to the hospital, in utter agony with a dislocated wrist, finally getting it fixed. The Yoshino family was extremely exasperated.

"Boss, we must properly deal with them today." Several subordinates who had rushed over upon hearing the fishery was taken were furious.

"We definitely won't let them go," the Yoshino family gritted their teeth, clutching a string of prayer beads, "Tomorrow afternoon, notify the branch members to gather outside the fishery."

"Yes!" The subordinates nodded.

............

Early the next morning.

Zhou Kai and the others eagerly got up to check on their first territory in Japan. The Fukuoka Fishery is a large natural harbor, with docks capable of accommodating cargo ships with a displacement of fifty thousand tons. In this natural harbor, countless fishermen fished. Sometimes they left for a week, or even a month, and each return could yield several tons, even dozens of tons of seafood.

And this fishery was bustling with workers, most of whom were Chinese laborers. They either smuggled in or came to work overseas. In Japan, no one wanted to do such low-end, menial, dirty, and exhausting work. Workers here not only had to transport seafood but also run various errands, tiresome, dirty, and foul-smelling.

"What's happening over there?" Zhou Kai and the others went over, a crowd had gathered on a pier not far away.

"Let's take a look," Lu Dapao said.

Then, the group quickly walked over.

"I'll beat you to death!" In the crowd, a Japanese man was wielding a whip, repeatedly shouting this awkward phrase in Chinese.

The person being beaten was an elderly man with graying hair. He was clutching his head, curling up, rolling on the ground, and continuously shouting, "Stop... stop beating me."

Judging by the accent, he seemed to be Chinese. However, many people around watched sympathetically, but no one dared to step forward to help.

"Stop!" Zhou Kai pushed through the crowd and rushed in, quickly snatching the whip from the Japanese man's hand, angrily questioning, "What gives you the right to hit people?"

"Baka!" The Japanese man glared angrily at Zhou Kai and the others, awkwardly asking, "Who are you?!"

"Who the hell are you?" Lu Dapao retorted.

Huang Bo helped the elderly man with graying hair up from the ground, he seemed to be in his fifties or sixties. Huang Bo quickly asked, "What... what happened here?"

"I... I just accidentally dropped a box of seafood into the water, all the prawns escaped," the man said painfully.

"Everyone makes mistakes, how could you beat someone over such a mishap?" Zhou Kai said furiously.

"Hmph, you Chinese bastards, since you're working on our territory, you better behave," the Japanese man sneered.

At this time, someone in the crowd spoke in familiar Chinese, "Young man, don't cause trouble."

"Yeah, don't provoke him, or you'll pay for it."

What shocked Zhou Kai was that the crowd watching were all Chinese. And these Chinese people were just standing by watching as an elderly Chinese man was being whipped by a Japanese man. What kind of a situation was this? Zhou Kai looked at them in astonishment and asked, "Are you all Chinese?"

"Yes, we all work here." Everyone nodded one after another.

"You're just standing there watching your compatriot being whipped by a Japanese man, and you're all indifferent?" Zhou Kai questioned again.

"Well..." The group was dumbfounded.

"It was because he accidentally dropped a box of king crabs and lobsters into the water."

"Exactly, if you make a mistake, you should be punished."

The group felt embarrassed, and they started to make excuses. Zhou Kai silently took note of those who were making excuses in his mind. These people definitely needed to be removed. Zhou Kai sneered, "Now I finally understand why, during the Nanjing Massacre, five Japanese devils with guns could escort a team of two thousand people to the outskirts for slaughter."

"Kid, don't speak so harshly." Someone couldn't stand listening any longer.

"Am I lying?" Zhou Kai said disdainfully.

"You!" That guy gritted his teeth and said, "I can't be bothered with you, anyway, you'll regret this."

At this point, the Japanese man called several accomplices over the phone. These people, holding knives, rode motorcycles speeding to the scene. Five or six knife-wielding men arrived at the fishery. A group of them, holding knives, walked arrogantly towards Zhou Kai and the others.

At this moment, the watching Chinese people showed a smug smile, as if to say, "Kid, you didn't listen to the old man's advice, now you're in for it."

"It's those Chinese people." The Japanese man pointed at Zhou Kai and the others.

Zhou Kai sneered, "What, you resort to violence just because of a disagreement?"

The other side raised a sinister smile, holding their knives, they laughed and said, "Chinese fellows, it's not too late to surrender now; otherwise, you'll be crying and unable to stop."

"Oh really?" Zhou Kai held the whip, smiling, "Oh really? If you have the guts, just bring it on."

Then, they immediately charged towards Zhou Kai and his group.

Crack!

The whip in Zhou Kai's hand swiftly lashed out, striking one of the knife-wielding men across the face, who immediately screamed in pain, holding his face with his left hand. Zhou Kai had no intention of letting him go and quickly rushed forward. The whip in his hand quickly wrapped around the man's neck, along with his arms. Instantly, the man was stupefied.

The comrades on both sides were preparing to come to his rescue.

Who could have expected, Lu Dapao and the others all took off their belts, holding the end, and swung them fiercely at the opponents.

The metal buckle at the end of the belt struck the opponents' skulls with great force. Needless to say, the pain was excruciating. Within a few rounds, those knife-wielding men looked utterly miserable. Each of them with heads cracked and bleeding. Zhou Kai and the others were not joking when it came to fighting, they aimed for the fatal points.

These punks were no match for Zhou Kai and his team.

Bang bang...

After a few were knocked down, Zhou Kai and the others swung their fists and the whip, making the opponents howl in misery.

The onlooking Chinese were dumbfounded, not expecting the usually arrogant Japanese to be beaten this miserably by a few Chinese people. Those knife-wielding Japanese scurried off, leaving behind three motorcycles, and fled without looking back.

The Japanese people at the fishery were dumbfounded watching Zhou Kai.

"What's your name?" Zhou Kai walked towards him.

"I... I'm called Shou..."

"I hate your type the most!" Zhou Kai kicked him.

Plop...

The Japanese man instantly fell into the water, struggling within it. The battle on the dock quickly attracted most people's attention, among them mostly Chinese, but also a few Japanese, who were all disciples of the Hundred Rivers Association.

Zhou Kai looked at the Chinese man who had just been bullied and asked, "What's your name?"

"I'm called Huo Di." The man said awkwardly, "From Shandong, here to work."

"How many Chinese are here?" Lin Chuan asked.

"There are over three hundred Chinese working here." Huo Di quickly replied, "But you guys should leave quickly, this is the Hundred Rivers Association's turf. The person you just kicked into the water is a member of the Hundred Rivers Association. The Hundred Rivers Association has over a hundred people in this fishery, responsible for overseeing, weighing... and other tasks."

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