death of hope

Chapter 913: Wild Growth (324) Anxiety

At noon, Chen's Restaurant was decorated with lanterns and colorful lights, and the place was bustling with people, firecrackers, and drums.
The organizers seemed to want to try their luck. Instead of blocking the road to drive away the crowd, they set up ten tables to give out free ice cream and canned coffee.

There is a saying in New Sapporo: "Don't take advantage of others if you can get a bargain."

Citizens came to watch the excitement in an endless stream, and soon filled up half the street.

The free ice cream and coffee were quickly snatched up, and just when people were feeling a little bored, the show arranged by the organizer began;

The traditional lion dance team, composed of apprentices from Chen's martial arts school, flew up and down on the red carpet, performing difficult moves, and danced all the way from the sidewalk to the entrance of the restaurant, drawing cheers and applause from the onlookers.

Acrobats walking on stilts and wearing brocade costumes threw chocolates and chewing gum from baskets into the crowd, causing the children to laugh and scramble for them.

A muscular, shirtless man held a wine jar in his left hand and a torch in his right hand, performing fire-breathing acrobatics. At the same time, a short and fat singer began to sing, which drew cheers from the crowd.

The parking lot looked like a car expo, filled with all kinds of luxury cars.

Compared to the noisy front door, the atmosphere at the back door of the restaurant is much quieter and more solemn.
Hundreds of gang members of the Sanwangkai wearing black suits and "mountain" badges lined up in two neat and spectacular columns to welcome the heroic boy who saved the gang.

The young master of the Sanwangkai, Yamagami Tetsuya, has arrived.
After the epic victory last night, the young master's reputation has reached its peak.

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The restaurant was filled with jubilation. No matter if they were lackeys or high-ranking officials, no matter if they were representatives of the Sanwang Society or the invited allied gangs, everyone was enjoying the joy of victory.
The glasses were flowing, the delicious food was piled up like a mountain, and the drunk gang leader hugged the waitress in cheongsam and acted crazy.

The young military strategist Gao Shanhe hid in a corner, tapping on a calculator and looking at the long bill with a frown on his face.

This celebration banquet was very expensive. Although the Sanwang Society was well-off, they had just experienced a life-and-death battle and needed money.
There are too many pensions to be paid, too many casinos and stores destroyed by war that need to be renovated and reopened, and too many greedy federal officials to be dealt with.

However, the young master insisted that this celebration was necessary, and in order to unite the various factions within the gang, they had to tighten their belts and hold a grand celebration.

More importantly, it is to inform the underworld of this city,

After a series of internal strife and fierce fighting, the Sannokai is still the number one gang in New Sapporo.

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As the banquet came to an end, many guests left their tables and came over with wine glasses in hand.

The leaders of the West Coast Crips, the Haitian Voodoo Gang, and the Hell's Angels biker gang came to toast:

"I heard that you were supervising the battle at the front line last night. You are indeed the son of the Yamagami hero. Like father, like son." Yamagami Tetsuya smiled and replied, "No, I am still too young and lack experience in the martial arts world. I hope you will take care of me in the future."

The low-key and humble attitude of the young master of the Sanwang Society made these little people who came to toast him feel very honored and they drank happily.

In yesterday's decisive battle, these small gangs looted and harassed the Kyokushin Group's territory, attracting a large number of troops and playing a key role.

Gao Shanhe waited patiently for those who were toasting to leave before handing the bill, which was longer than his belt, to the young master:

"This is the cost of the celebration banquet. Please take a look."

"Don't show me this, Ahe. I know it won't be cheap."

Gao Shanhe whispered: "Young Master, those gangs who just toasted you were too reckless.

Robbery and murder of civilians everywhere will destroy the underworld ecology of this city, and our protectors will also be angry. "

"Of course I know that." Yamagami Toru drank up the remaining wine in his glass:

"The rappers from the Crips, the cannibal lunatics from the Voodoo Gang, the bikers from the Hell's Angels, huh, they're all just some low-class savages.

But there is no other way. Our Shanwanghui has just recovered from a serious illness and is not yet firmly established. We still need the support of these barbarians."

"Young Master, what you said... are you going to let them do whatever they want... If that happens, our legitimate business will..."

"Stop, Ahe, don't say any more."

Yamagami Tetsuya made a shushing gesture:

"I have made up my mind.
If those barbarians want to burn, kill and plunder, let them do what they want, and just pretend you don’t see it.”

"Well... okay... but I still have my own opinion."

"Ahe, I know you're worried. Let's talk about it later. I'm going to go over there and toast to the triad boss first."

Gao Shanhe looked at the young master's back, shook his head worriedly, took the bill and calculator, and went to drink alone.