Nishida Hirohiro coughed awkwardly and replied, “Mr. Mitsui, we’re targeting Tawanna, an American. This doesn’t seem to concern you, does it?”


    “Baka!” Mitsui Yoshitaka roared. “Tawanna is not just my guest but a contracted artist with Universal Music. As a shareholder of Universal Music, how does this not concern me?!”


    Mitsui Yoshitaka threatened coldly, “Nishida Hirohiro, I don’t have time for nonsense. I’m giving you two options: First, withdraw the order immediately. No Yamaguchi-gumi member is allowed to approach or harm Tawanna. Second, defy me and be an enemy of the Mitsui family. I assure you, if you choose thetter, I will wipe out the Yamaguchi-gumipletely!”


    Hearing this, Nishida Hirohiro replied, his tone uneasy, “Mr. Mitsui, this is a $1 billion bounty. I don’t need to exin the power of that kind of money, do I? Every gang in Japan is after it. If I don’t take this opportunity and one of my rivals does, I’m finished. A billion dors is enough to let ourpetitors surpass us, and then they’ll crush the Yamaguchi-gumi without you lifting a finger.”


    Mitsui Yoshitaka retorted, “I’m telling you now: Anyone who tries to take that money bes an enemy of the Mitsui family and will be destroyed. If you’re wise, you’ll step back. That way, you stay safe and can even profit from the downfall of others.”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


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    “Do you know how many gangsters there are in Japan? The Metropolitan Police Department has 30,000 registered members. There are at least 100,000 unregistered gang members!”


    “Add to that the gray-market workers in bars, casinos, pachinko parlors, and red-light districts. While they aren’t formal gang members, they rely on gangs for survival and are potential recruits. Including them, you’re looking at 300,000 people!”


    “If the Mitsui family goes after those 300,000, Japan’s prisons will overflow. The bnce between gangs and society will copse. Gangs will see the Mitsui family as enemy number one, and new gang members will fight for territory in the streets. Do you really want Japan’s public security to spiral into chaos?”


    Mitsui Yoshitaka knew Nishida Hirohiro was right. Gangs were an entrenched problem in Japan. The government acknowledged their existence and tolerated their business activities because, for the most part, they didn’t challenge authority. This fragile bnce kept society stable.


    Even the Japanese government couldn’t eliminate the gangs, so Mitsui Yoshitaka certainly couldn’t either.


    He had hoped to scare Nishida into backing off, nning to do the same with the other gang leaders. But now he saw the issue clearly: Normally, these gangsters showed him respect, never daring to defy him. But with a $1 billion prize at stake, if they didn’t seize it, their rivals would—and that could mean their end.


    Mitsui Yoshitaka’s tone turned icy. “Nishida, I don’t care about your excuses. If you act, I will never forgive you!”


    Nishida Hirohiro, unfazed, replied defiantly, “Mr. Mitsui, this isn’t just us—the entire Japanese underworld is involved. If you target the Yamaguchi-gumi, remember we have tens of thousands of members who won’t sit idle! We’ll strike back at the Mitsui family with everything we have. If we can kill one, we’ll kill one. If we can kill two, we’ll kill two! Life and death mean little to us. We’re ready to trade our worthless lives for the lives of the so-called ‘nobles’ like you!”