That night, the Tokyo runaway group came together in an unprecedented way. Previously, they had been rivals, often shing andpeting while trying to guard their territory. Now, however, they stood asrades-in-arms, united in amon goal. Everyone joined hands, sifting through the chaos in search of the elusive man who had taken down Takahashi Eiji.


    The directive they received was clear: they were not to confront the man but rather to report his location to the Takahashi family without dy. The reward for this information was enticing—a whopping one million dors would be awarded for a precise lead.


    Opportunities for quick cash were rare for these mobsters. Most of their ie came from collecting protection fees on Fengyue Street or engaging in petty hustles, leaving them with meager earnings. In Japan, the mark of a sessful mobster was simple yet significant.


    It all boiled down to possessing arge discement motorcycle. In the eyes of their peers, a quality motorcycle was seen as essential gear for a sessful mobster, akin to an ancient warrior’s prized steed.


    Unfortunately, many of the mobsters struggled to make ends meet and could not afford the luxury of such motorcycles. As a result, they were left to rely on their feet, buses, or subways to reach the streets where they would brawl with rivals.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Taking a taxi was not an option, as fares in Japan could be exorbitantly high. By the time they reached their destination, the fare could easily exceed 1,000 dors, far beyond their financial means.


    This dire need for cash intensified their desperation. Even if the million dors were split among several people, it represented a substantial amount in an individual’s hands.


    Thus, the mobsters hit the streets armed with their phones, reying the footage of Takahashi Eiji being attacked as they searched for Charlie, the man they sought.


    However, they were cautious in their search, keeping their eyes peeled but not acting too boldly. They understood that this man was incredibly dangerous; if they spotted him, the best course of action was to flee immediately and inform the Takahashi family while making their escape.


    Meanwhile, a group of elite ninjutsu masters, summoned by the Takahashi family, stealthily infiltrated the night, d in dark clothing. These experts were exceptionally skilled at concealing their presence and tracking their targets without leaving a trace.


    For top-tier ninjutsu masters, it was entirely feasible to allow someone to run ahead while skilled police dogs trailed behind, only for the dogs to lose all scent within moments. However, while these masters excelled at stealth, their offensive capabilities were not on par with those of Chinese martial arts masters.


    Nheless, their overallbat effectiveness should not be underestimated. They were adept at executing lethal strikes, employing poisoned daggers, darts, and blow darts to catch their opponents off guard. They thrived on surprise attacks, often leaving adversaries vulnerable.


    If an average master let their guard down even slightly, they could easily fall victim to a skilled ninjutsu practitioner, sometimes with fatal consequences. The mission of these ninjutsu masters was to locate Charlie and keep him under surveince. Their goal was to eliminate him after the Banks Family departed from Japan or before Charlie himself could leave the country.<fna34a> This text is hosted at find{n}ovel</fna34a>