Chapter 712 Alternation

In the silent corridor of the hospital, everyone was silent and did not speak.

When the news of Fujimoto's imminent death weighed heavily on everyone, the original grace and calmness disappeared without a trace.

There is no doubt that the change of leader is a top priority for the Fujimoto group, which is currently in turmoil.

Can't afford any more surprises.

Originally, everyone was ready for Yamashita to take the position, but no one expected that the successor would not be Yamashita who served as 'Wakatou', nor Ueno, Takuma, nor the head of the headquarters, Takimura.

It's just a promise to join the gang for only one day.

Amateur with paper in his arms.

The change was sudden. Regardless of whether everyone agreed or not, Fujimoto had already made up his mind, and on his deathbed, he forcibly used the prestige he had cultivated over the years to force everyone to accept this reality.

Those who refused to accept it were executed by Yamashita himself.

No one was given time to react.

Gao Ze, who had lived and died together with everyone for so many years, died under the gun of his brother. It is true that everyone knew that he was a little cautious, but Yamashita's decision made everyone feel shuddering.

Now, Yamashita was standing in front of the window, smoking a cigarette with his back to everyone. He said nothing and his expression could not be seen clearly.

Ueno didn't say anything, his eyes wandered between the foot of the mountain and the door of the ward, his expression gloomy.

After a long time, Takuma, who was the treasurer and cashier, adjusted his glasses and spoke first.

"There is a question, I want to ask it first."

He said: "Yamashita, I am the oldest here, and my grandson is about to be born. I am the one who least wants anything bad done to the Fujimoto group. If you think I am in the way, you might as well kill me too." Bar."

"Takuma, what are you talking about?" Ueno's eyes widened.

"Didn't Gao Ze just die? Why can't I die? We are the Ultimate Dao, Ueno."

Zhajian said calmly, "The survival of the society relies on leaders and rules - everything can be sacrificed, but these two cannot be shaken. If it is violated, even one of our own people will be killed, and more so than outsiders." He should be colder and more decisive. If Gao Ze wants to get in the way and be the black sheep, he must die.

But Yamashita-kun, Yamashita Kuro, I have something to ask you. Zhajian asked, "What exactly do you think?" What do you think of the position of team leader? "

He paused and asked coldly: "Can you really accept a newcomer who has joined the Fujimoto group for less than a day and ride on your head?"

Yamashita finally turned around and looked at him, his eyes full of bloodshot eyes, staring at him.

Zhajian looked over calmly.

In the silent stare at each other, Yamashita finally spoke and replied: "What I just said is very clear. What the boss means is what I mean."

"This is when the boss is still alive, but what if the boss dies?" Zhajian asked: "What if the new boss does nothing? 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 and there is nothing to deny."

Yamashita lowered his head and glanced at the pistol in the inner pocket of his suit, and his expression became calm: "This is the boss's arrangement, I have no objection."

That was Fujimoto's last order.

The coldness and determination at the critical moment.

We have gone through so many years of ups and downs side by side, and there is no need for more words and expressions. At the moment he sighed, this determination had been conveyed to Yamashita's hands.

When the trigger was pulled, it meant that Yamashita's path as a team leader was completely disillusioned.

Not only is it a sign of loyalty to the Nidaime, but it is also a fatal handle.

If Yamashita becomes difficult to control in the future, or if he wants to interfere with Fujimoto's death and attack Uiji, this piece of evidence will become his express train to prison.

In a way, this may be the last care for Yamashita, the sworn brother.

Unless it causes extremely bad social impact, Yingzhou's laws will not sentence prisoners to death - but the Yakuza will. The rules of the Yakuza are more stringent than the law.

‘Qin Fen’ asked ‘Zi Fen’ to die, and Zi Fen must die. If the womb cannot accommodate Shanxia, ​​Shanxia will not be able to live.

Yamashita was already prepared for this.

At this time, the most uneasy people were not Yamashita and Takuma, but Ueno, who had the hottest temper.

Yamashita is Fujimoto's confidant, the person he trusts most in the entire group, and has been loyal to him for so many years. Even if he asked Shanxia to jump off the building immediately, Shanxia would not frown at all.

The residence is a clerical job. He was imprisoned twenty years ago in place of Boss Fujimoto. After he came out, he has been semi-retired. He manages companies and assets on the surface. His position seems to be stable, but his stay is just a matter of second-generation purposes.

He has made enough money over the years and he will not do anything irrational. On the contrary, he is more concerned about whether the Fujimoto group can continue to exist stably, rather than being ruined beyond recognition by civil strife.

Ueno is the only one who has no brains and has always been rough.

What he does is also the work of licking blood from the tip of a knife.

Now Boss Fujimoto suddenly said that he would pass the position to a newcomer who had just joined the team.

He couldn't react at all, and he didn't know what to say.

Takazawa couldn't see the situation clearly, or he was blinded by his position as team leader. Seeing that Yamashita couldn't take the position, he relied on his relationship with Yoshida Kai to start thinking.

He deserves to die.

Moreover, before that, Fujimoto had already announced at the high-level cocktail reception that Waiji had become an official member of Green Day. With Green Sun as a helping hand, the Fujimoto group may not be able to flourish in the future.

However, no one knows what this new second generation thinks.

"Actually, everyone, there is no need to be so pessimistic." Ueno smiled reluctantly, trying to cheer up the atmosphere: "Although everyone is a ruthless Yakuza, Brother Fujimoto has never harmed one of his own in his life... ...There must be a reason for him to choose the paper, right?"

No one spoke or responded.

After a brief silence, through the door, I heard the rapid heartbeat alarm inside, and in the end, there was no more sound. Everyone's faces gradually turned pale.

Fujimoto is dead.

Whether you like it or not, things will change for the Fujimoto group in the future. But at the same time, what emerged from my heart was sadness and sadness from the bottom of my heart.

In silence, everyone looked at each other, waiting for orders from the other end. Only Yamashita lowered his head, took a deep breath, rubbed his eyes, walked to the door first, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

No one answered from behind the door.

After a long, long time, a deep voice came.

"come in."

In the room behind the door, the man on the hospital bed had passed away and was no longer breathing.

The figure with his back to them sat on the chair in front of the hospital bed, smoking quietly. The blue smoke slowly rose from his fingertips and dispersed in the sunlight shining through the window.

In silence, he stared at the sunshine outside the window without speaking.

She is still dressed in the same sluggish and casual manner, but for some reason, it feels different from the past. He is different from the confused young man just now.

"Is everyone here?"

Amateur Naizhi turned his head. When his bangs were brushed up, his curved horns were exposed to the sun, no longer concealed. His calm eyes swept across everyone, and after a long moment, he nodded slightly:

"When everyone is here, say goodbye to Mr. Fujimoto."

He said: "You should all be grateful to him and remember his last kindness, you know?"

Just like scolding an ignorant child, the owner of those eyes told them so. After making a condescending conclusion, no refutation was allowed.

Yes, don’t ask too many questions and don’t be doubtful.

You just do it.

He was obviously a newcomer on his second day of joining the Yakuza, but his arrogant and fierce attitude made him look like a superior person.

Looking at those eyes, everyone couldn't help but tremble, but whether it was out of respect for the second generation or gratitude to Fujimoto for taking care of him, there was no reason to violate it.

They all bent down and said farewell respectfully to the deceased on the hospital bed.

No one spoke again until Huai Zhi finished smoking the cigarette in silence and stubbed it out in the vase on the bedside.

He turned back, looked at the silent mountain, and suddenly asked:

"Where's the pistol?"

As he spoke, Huaishi stretched out his hand and waved towards the foot of the mountain, spreading his fingers and waiting.

In the silent air, something was tense again.

Yamashita raised his head, his expression twitched, and 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 was electrocuted.

Holding the handle of the gun like a hot iron, he handed it over stiffly.

Huai Shi raised his hand, grabbed the gun body, took the pistol out of his hand, and then looked at the pistol in his hand. He could see no problems and no signs of rust or damage.

Well maintained.

He took out his silk scarf and simply wiped the body and handle of the pistol. After carefully wiping away irrelevant fingerprints, he held the handle of the gun and raised it before everyone could relax.

Pull the trigger.

The high-pitched sound played again, and Gao Ze's body on the ground twitched and stopped moving.

"The pistol is good. It's a rare American product. Give it to me in the future."

He raised his eyes and ordered the surprised Yamashita. Without waiting for his consent, he casually put the pistol into his pocket.

Finally, I turned around and told everyone: "Fujimoto-gumi Wakanaka Takazawa wanted to disobey my order and intended to rebel. I have killed him with my own hands. Do you understand?"

In the silence, everyone felt frightened when they were looked at by those eyes.

He couldn't help but bend down and respectfully agreed.

"——おさしず, kiss each other!"

"Very good, this is a good start. No matter what, I hope everyone can get along well with each other in the future."

Huai Shi paused for a moment, then turned around and looked at the man who had passed away on the hospital bed behind him. After a long time, he withdrew his gaze.

"Everyone, let's prepare for the funeral and funeral first."

He lowered his eyes and said softly: "We must let Mr. Fujimoto die peacefully."