In the hospital, in the quiet corridor, everyone was silent and did not speak.
When the news of Fujimoto's impending death weighed heavily on everyone's heads, the original grace and calmness disappeared without a trace.
There was no doubt that the change of leader was the most important thing for the unstable Fujimoto Gumi.
They could not afford any more accidents.
Originally, everyone was prepared for Yamashita to take over, but no one expected that the successor would not be Yamashita, who was the 'head', nor Ueno, nor Ojiwara, who was the head of the Fujimoto Gumi.
Instead, it was Kaori Hime, who had only joined the gang for a day.
Kaori Hime.
The change was sudden. Regardless of whether everyone agreed or not, Fujimoto had already made up his mind. Before his death, he used the prestige that he had cultivated for so many years to force everyone to accept this reality.
And those who did not accept it had already been personally executed by Yamashita.
No one was given time to react.
Gao Ze, who had been through life and death together for so many years, had died under the gun of his own brother. Of course, everyone knew that he had some ulterior motives, but the decision at the foot of the mountain made everyone shudder.
Now, Yamashita stood alone in front of the window, smoking with his back to everyone. He did not say a word, and no one could see his expression clearly.
Ueno did not speak either. His gaze moved between Yamashita and the door of the ward, his expression gloomy.
After a long time, Ojiwara, who was the finance and cashier, adjusted his glasses and spoke first.
"I have a question that I want to ask first."
He said, "Yamashita, I'm the oldest here, and even my grandson is about to be born. The person who doesn't want anything to happen to the Fujimoto Gumi the most is also me. If you think that I'm in the way, then you might as well kill me too."
"Ojiwara, what nonsense are you talking about!" Ueno widened his eyes.
"Didn't Gao Ze just die? Why can't I die? We're Kyudo, Ueno. "
Ojiwara said calmly, "The survival of the gang depends on the leader and the rules. Everything can be sacrificed, but these two can't be shaken. If you offend them, even if it's your own people, you have to kill them, and you have to kill them more ruthlessly and decisively than outsiders. If Gao Ze wants to be a hindrance and a black sheep, then he has to die.
But Yamashita, Yamashita Kuro, I have something to ask you. "Otaku asked." What are you thinking? What do you think of the position of team leader? "
He paused for a moment and asked coldly, "Can you really accept a newcomer who has only joined the Fujimoto Gumi for less than a day to ride on your head?"
At the foot of the mountain, he finally turned around and looked at him. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at him.
Otaku looked over calmly.
In the silent exchange of gazes, Yamashita finally opened his mouth and replied, "I've said it very clearly just now. Boss's intentions are my intentions."
"That's when the boss is still alive, but what if the boss is dead?" Otaku asked. "What if the new boss doesn't do anything? What if … the new team leader can't tolerate you? "
"Then send me to prison. I killed someone with my own hands. I have all the witnesses. There's nothing to deny."
Shan Xia lowered his head and glanced at the pistol in the inner pocket of his suit. His expression became calm. "This is the boss's arrangement. I have no objection."
That was Fujimoto's final order.
His coldness and decisiveness when he was dying.
They had gone through so many years together. There was no need for more words and expressions. The moment he sighed, his determination had been conveyed to Yamashita.
When he pulled the trigger, it meant that Yamashita's path as team leader was completely destroyed.
It was not only a show of loyalty to the second generation leader, but also a fatal weakness.
If Yamashita was too powerful to control in the future, or if he wanted to make things difficult for Huai Chi after Fujimoto's death, this evidence would be his express train to prison.
In a way, this might be the last care for Yamashita's sworn brother.
Unless it caused an extremely bad social impact, the law of Yingzhou would not sentence criminals to death. But the Kyodo Association. The rules of the Kyodo Association were stricter than the law.
If "Kinfen" wanted "Zifen" to die, "Zifen" had to die. If Huai Chi couldn't tolerate Yamashita, Yamashita couldn't live.
For this, Yamashita was already prepared.
At this time, the most uneasy person was not Yamashita or Otaku, but the most hot-tempered Ueno.
Yamashita was Fujimoto's confidant, the person he trusted the most in the entire group. For so many years, he was loyal. Even if he told Yamashita to jump off a building immediately, Yamashita would not frown at all.
Otaku was a civil servant. Twenty years ago, he replaced Fujimoto's boss to go to prison. After he came out, he was already semi-retired. He only managed the company and assets on the surface. His position seemed to be stable, but whether he stayed or left was just a thought of the second generation leader.
After so many years, he had earned enough money. He would not do anything irrational. On the contrary, he was more concerned about whether the Fujimoto Group could continue to exist stably, rather than being changed beyond recognition in the internal strife.
Only Ueno was brainless. He had always been careless.
What he did was also the work of a thug who licked blood from the tip of a knife.
Now, Fujimoto's boss suddenly said that he would pass the position to a newcomer who had just joined the group.
His brain did not react at all, and he did not know what to say.
Gao Ze could not see the situation clearly, or it could be said that he was blinded by the position of team leader. Seeing that Yamashita could not take the position, he relied on his relationship with Yoshida Kai to think about it.
He deserved to die.
Moreover, before this, Fujimoto had already announced at the high-level cocktail party that Kaishi had become an official member of Green Sun. With Green Sun as an arm, the Fujimoto Group might be able to flourish in the future.
However, no one knew what this new second generation leader was thinking.
"Actually, everyone, everyone, there's no need to be so pessimistic." Ueno forced a smile and tried to lighten the mood. "Although we're all heartless Extreme Daoists, Brother Fujimoto has never harmed anyone in his life … He must have his reasons for choosing Waikiki, right?"
No one spoke or responded.
After a short silence, the rapid heartbeat alarm could be heard through the door. In the end, it was silent. Everyone's faces gradually turned pale.
Fujimoto was dead.
Whether they were willing or not, the Fujimoto Group would change in the future. But at the same time, sorrow and sadness emerged from the bottom of their hearts.
In the silence, everyone looked at each other and waited for orders from the other side. Only Yamashita lowered her head, took a deep breath, rubbed her eyes, and took the lead to walk to the door. She raised her hand and knocked on the door.
No one responded behind the door.
After a long, long time, a low voice was heard.
"Come in."
In the room behind the door, the man on the hospital bed had already passed away. He was no longer breathing.
The figure with his back facing them sat on the chair in front of the hospital bed, smoking quietly. Green smoke slowly rose from his fingertips and curled up into the sunlight shining in through the window.
In the silence, he stared at the sunlight outside the window and did not speak.
He was still dressed dispiritedly and casually, but for some reason, he felt different from the past. He was different from the dazed young man just now.
"Is everyone here?"
The white figure in Kaishi's arms turned around. When his bangs were brushed up, his curved horns were exposed under the sunlight and were no longer hidden. His calm eyes swept across the crowd. After a long time, he nodded slightly.
"If everyone is here, let's say goodbye to Mr. Fujimoto."
He said, "You should all be grateful to him and remember his last kindness. Do you understand?"
The owner of the pair of eyes told them as if he was reprimanding an ignorant child. After giving the judgment condescendingly, no one was allowed to refute it.
Yes, don't ask too many questions, and don't have to be suspicious.
You just have to do as you are told.
He was clearly a newcomer who had joined Extreme Dao on the second day, but his arrogant and fierce attitude made him seem like someone high above others.
Being stared at by that pair of eyes, everyone couldn't help but shiver. But whether it was out of respect for the second generation's purpose or gratitude for Fujimoto's constant care, they had no reason to disobey.
All of them bowed and respectfully said goodbye to the deceased on the hospital bed.
No one spoke again until Kaishi finished his cigarette silently and put it out in the vase at the bedside.
He turned his head and looked at the silent foot of the mountain.
"Where's the pistol?"
As he spoke, Huai Shi stretched out his hand and beckoned to the foot of the mountain. He spread his fingers and waited.
In the silent air, something tightened again.
The foot of the mountain raised his head, and his expression twitched. He slowly raised his hand and pulled out the pistol from the holster in the inner pocket of his suit. His finger seemed to fall on the trigger for a moment.
But soon, he let go as if he had been electrocuted.
He held the handle of the gun as if he was holding a hot iron. He stiffly handed it over.
Huai Shi raised his hand, grabbed the body of the gun, and took the pistol out of his hand. Then, he looked at the pistol in his hand. There was no problem with it, and there were no signs of rust damage.
It was well-maintained.
He took out a silk handkerchief and simply wiped the body of the pistol and the handle of the pistol. After carefully wiping away the irrelevant fingerprints, he held the handle and raised it before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief.
He pulled the trigger.
The high-pitched sound rang out again. Gao Ze's body on the ground twitched and stopped moving.
"The pistol is not bad. It's a rare American product. Give it to me in the future."
He raised his eyes and gave the order to the surprised man. Without waiting for his permission, he casually put the pistol into his pocket.
Finally, he turned around and told everyone, "The Fujimoto Gumi, Wakazu Takazawa, wanted to disobey my orders and intended to rebel. I have already killed him with my own hands, do you understand?"
In the silence, everyone felt their hearts skip a beat when they were stared at by that pair of eyes.
He couldn't help but bow down respectfully.
"Very good, this is a good start. No matter what, I hope that everyone can get along well in the future."
Huai Shi paused for a moment and turned back to look at the dead man on the hospital bed. After a long time, he looked away.
"Everyone, let's go and prepare for the funeral."
He lowered his eyes and said softly, "We have to let Mr. Fujimoto leave in peace."
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