Dragon Clan: Starting from obtaining Yaki, counterattack against the gods

Chapter 172: Mourn for the Dead

Instead of going directly back to her family's home, Minamoto Chikō drove to the hospital.

The earthquake caused little casualties, with no deaths, but losses were inevitable.

There are many assets of the family on this street, and now they are all unrecognizable.

But this is not the most important thing. The important thing is that it was late at night, which was the time when these entertainment venues were operating, so none of the employees were spared and all were injured and hospitalized.

Uesugi Yue sent a message early in the morning, asking her to go to the hospital to see the injured employees after she had dealt with the matter at the scene. These were all members of the family, and if the young master came out to express his condolences, it would appear that the family takes it very seriously, and would undoubtedly enhance the family's image.

But honestly speaking, it would be more appropriate to give this job to Minamoto no Chisei. After all, he had been trained as the next successor by Tachibana Masamune for so many years. Although that man was a little indecisive, he would say the right words at the right occasion.

Yuan Zhinu was trained by the king as a killing weapon since she was young. As a weapon, she only needed to be sharp enough to cut through all obstacles and kill all enemies. Therefore, the king never taught her the ways of the world, and she seemed a little clumsy in this regard.

Fortunately, she had the eloquent Xia Mi by her side at this time.

On the way to the hospital, Xia Mi kept chattering. She looked like an elf who was never tired, clever and full of endless enthusiasm, and lively like a little sun.

No one doesn't like a lively and beautiful girl, and Genjitsu is no exception, if she is really just a beautiful girl.

The black Hummer stopped in front of the hospital. Xia Mi followed Yuan Zhinv out of the car and walked into the hospital. She asked curiously, "What are we doing here? You're not here to check my injuries, are you? I'm not seriously injured."

Yuan Zhinv didn't look at her or say anything, but just walked straight into the hospital. Xia Mi hesitated for a moment but still followed her.

As soon as Yuan Zhinv entered the room, the black-clad executive who had been waiting there immediately came up to her and reported the situation in a low voice.

"A total of 53 people were injured, 11 of them were seriously injured, and the rest were slightly injured and have been hospitalized for treatment."

"Have their families been notified?" asked Yuan Zhinv.

"Those with family members have been notified. Families without relatives will arrange for caregivers to take care of them, and the funds will be provided by the family foundation."

Yuan Zhinv nodded, and under the leadership of the executive officer, they quickly arrived at the place where the wounded were being treated. The wounded, young or old, male or female, were lying on the beds. Many of the young people had tattoos on their bodies. They all looked very simple, even poor.

This is normal, because people who do this kind of work are usually in very bad financial conditions or even desperate.

Xia Mi looked at all this curiously and asked softly, "Are you gangsters?"

Yuan Zhinv: "I guess so."

She was in no mood to answer the culprit who caused the earthquake, and accompanied by the executive officer, she walked through the wards one by one.

Gen Chinuo was not very good at saying words of comfort, so it was basically the executive who did the talking, introducing Gen Chinuo's identity by the way. Later, gradually, the outgoing Xia Mi also joined the comfort team, and Gen Chinuo completely became a background board.

On this day, everyone knew that the family cared about them. Even the young master came to visit them in person. Everyone was very moved, but Yuan Zhinu didn't even say a few words.

When Xia Mi was talking until her mouth was dry, she remembered that she was just here to watch the fun. When she turned around, she saw a short-haired girl sitting beside the bed, reaching out to touch the hair of the little girl on the bed.

She was the youngest child among all the injured, looking no more than four or five years old. Her mother was a waitress in the store. Since she was a single parent and had no other family members, she was brought to the store by her mother.

When the earthquake occurred, the little girl was playing alone in a corner of the kitchen, waiting for her mother to get off work and take her home.

It was precisely because of the space left in the corner after the house collapsed that the little girl was lucky enough to escape fatal danger, but her body was scratched in many places and had multiple soft tissue contusions.

It must have been very painful, as the girl's face was covered with tear marks. Later, she fell asleep because she was tired of crying, curled up in a small ball on the hospital bed, like an abandoned kitten.

The girl who was always indifferent, as if she didn't care about anything, sat by the bed and watched quietly. There was still no expression on her face, but there was a rare bit of warmth in her dark eyes.

Xia Mi tiptoed over and whispered, "You gangsters also care about humanity? Isn't it just about fighting and killing, young master?"

She imitated the executive's way of shouting, but there was a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

"Do you know what the underworld is?" Yuan Zhinv asked softly.

Xia Mi scratched her head: "To be honest, I don't really know, but the name sounds very powerful."

"No, not at all."

Yuan Zhinv looked at the sleeping girl, her voice more emotional: "The earliest underworld was composed of declining samurai, craftsmen, dock workers and prostitutes. They made a living by their skills and formed guilds to avoid being bullied by others." "Is that so? But you look very powerful." Xia Mi gestured and pointed at the black-clad executive: "He looks very powerful too."

"That's because we are not gangsters at heart. Have you heard of the Eight Snake Clans?"

"I've actually heard of it. After I came to Japan, I heard a few gangsters talking about it. They said that the Sheqi Eight Clan was the most powerful gang. I thought the gang was run by the Sheqi Eight Clan."

"No, the underworld only existed after the Edo period. Before that, the eight families of Snake Qi were all noble families. The underworld gangs were organizations of the weak. The eight families of Snake Qi also disdained the underworld at first, until they lost their land during the reform and needed to find other means to support themselves."

"So the Eight Snake Families got involved in the underworld, got their hands dirty to make money, and used force to establish their authority in the underworld. At the same time, they protected the gangs established by the poor, collected their offerings, and provided them with protection. Their identities as underworld law enforcers were established step by step from that time, and it has not been many years since then."

"Japan is a country that allows underworld organizations to register according to law. Those gangs are the original guilds, which are organizations established by the weak to protect themselves. They are in corners and alleys where lights don't reach. They are humble, weak, and dark people."

"Compared to kind and successful people, these inferior people are ugly, but just as where there is light there must be shadow, where there are superior people there must be inferior people. Dark organizations have grown up among the inferior people, and that is the underworld."

Xia Mi blinked her eyes: "You want to say that the Eight Snake Families are the leaders of the weak? The so-called underworld is just the weak getting together to avoid being bullied? It sounds like you are the savior."

"We are certainly not saviors. We are people who do business with the underworld. We are paid to coordinate the balance and contradictions in the underworld, but we are indeed the leaders of the weak."

"Most of the people living at the bottom of the underworld are weak people who cannot enter mainstream society. They are small hooligans who go to stores with knives to ask for protection money. Many of them are children from single-parent families, children who have been expelled from school or have no money to go to school."

"Many of the women flirting in nightclubs are single mothers, or have been abused by their fathers or even raped by their stepfathers. To these women, their bodies are not precious."

"They are not very smart and probably haven't received much education, so they will only blindly believe in and obey the orders of their family. In their eyes, their family is God. They believe in God, and God is all their hope."

Speaking of this, Minamoto no Chikōdō remembered the man who was fed Deadpool by Tachibana Masamune at the Snake House. Until the last moment, he did not believe that the patriarch killed him. His last words before his death were to ask Minamoto no Chikōdō to tell Tachibana Masamune that there was an enemy attack.

After being in the battle between the fierce demons and the Snake clan for so many years, Gen Chijo once wanted to completely destroy the Snake clan. But when she looked at that stupid and stubborn man to death, she suddenly realized that the Japanese underworld cannot do without the Snake clan.

There are more than 100,000 registered gangsters in Japan, and millions of associated people. In this society of shadows, everyone is accustomed to speaking with violence. The violence of the Snake Eight Families is above them. If one day the Snake Eight Families are disbanded, there will be no emperor in the underworld.

A society without an emperor would be like the Warring States Period, where everyone speaks with violence. I don’t know how many people would die in street fights, and how many women would be forced to sell themselves or even their daughters.

Genjiro is a very cold person. She doesn't really care about these things. What does the suffering of others have to do with her? It doesn't matter if all of Japan dies. Anyway, that damn God has never had mercy on her.

But she still remembers the look in the eyes of the man who was bitten to death by Deadpool, looking at her so seriously, so worriedly, and yet full of trust. She stood there and looked at him for a long time, watching his body getting colder and colder, but the light in those dead eyes was always there, as if it would never disappear.

So she finally left behind the Eight Clans of Sheqi.

But even if she stayed, she never asked about specific things. After all, Yuan Zhinv was still an indifferent person. She only cared about those few important people. She didn't care about the life and death of other people, and it had nothing to do with her whether they lived well or not.

Until Sakurai Akira died, he was still asking her why, asking her why it was so difficult just to live.

Gen Chino was unable to answer his question, and at the same time felt angry, offended.

This time it was Sakurai Akira, who will it be next time? Minamoto Chisei? Uesugi Kotsu? Eri? Or Sakurai Kogure?

It was not until that moment that Yuan Zhinu understood why those ancient tyrants, who enslaved the people and lived a life of luxury, would be angry because their own people were killed.

Because those people were his assets, and he felt offended and provoked when someone was disposing of his assets at will.

The king is like a wolf, and the people are his sheep. A good wolf will not let the sheep get hurt.

And Minamoto no Chijo is now becoming that tyrant. She is turning Japan into her territory, and these underworld gangs are her assets.

She would never allow anyone to touch her things, no matter if it was the Dragon King or anything else.

God comes to kill gods, Buddha comes to destroy Buddha.

Xia Mi wanted to say something, but suddenly shut up because Yuan Zhinv's expression changed.

The girl's dark eyes were filled with murderous intent, and this young gangster emanated the majesty of an emperor.

She sat there as if she was sitting on a throne, and would never retreat no matter how powerful the enemy was.

Because behind her are her people, her figure is majestic and lonely.

(End of this chapter)