130: Chapter 130 Since you're courting death, why not take a trip to Tokyo?
The sky over Tokyo was as gloomy as a sponge soaked in ink.
On the private tarmac of Haneda Airport, a fine drizzle wove a giant web, enshrouding this city of steel.
"Boom—"
The sharp screech of tires against the pavement pierced through the rain curtain.
The pitch-black gulfstream g650 slowed to a halt, the red and white umbrella logo on its fuselage appearing starkly conspicuous against the grey sky, like a blood-red pupil opening in the rain.
The cabin door opened.
There were no flashes or flowers as expected.
Instead, there were dozens of black Toyota Crowns parked neatly along the runway, and hundreds of Japanese men in black suits with solemn expressions.
Holding uniform black umbrellas, they stood in a silent human wall in the heavy rain.
There were no welcoming banners.
Only a suffocating sense of oppression.
"Boss, it seems the Japanese aren't very welcoming to us."
Victor stood at the cabin door, shrinking his neck; the air here was too cold, carrying the salty stench of seawater and a certain subtle murderous intent.
Chen Yuan adjusted his trench coat collar and stepped out of the cabin.
He wore a pair of oversized sunglasses, hiding the coldness in his eyes.
"Welcoming?"
Chen Yuan curled his lips into a mocking arc. "I'm here to collect a debt, not to visit relatives. When a creditor comes knocking, what debtor would greet them with a smiling face?"
He waved his hand.
"Get off."
Following his command, dull and rhythmic footsteps echoed from inside the cabin.
"Thump, thump, thump."
Fifty burly men wearing extra-large custom suits filed out.
Each of them wore sunglasses and air-tube earpieces, their 2.2-meter height making them look like moving iron towers in front of ordinary people.
The originally spacious gangway appeared cramped, crowded by this group of giants.
When these fifty "biological weapons" stood on the runway, the sheer pressure built from muscle and violence instantly crushed the momentum of the hundred-man phalanx opposite them.
The Japanese gangsters, who had originally stood with straight backs, subconsciously took half a step back.
In front of these lifeless Tyrant Guard, they were like a group of children who hadn't grown up.
"Mr. Chen."
A middle-aged man with a thin mustache and slicked-back hair walked out of the crowd.
He didn't use an umbrella, letting the rain soak his expensive suit.
He walked up to Chen Yuan and bowed deeply, his posture humble, but his tone carried a cold, hard edge.
"I am Yamamoto, representing the Fujiwara Family Head, specifically here to wait for you."
Yamamoto straightened his back, his narrow eyes staring fixedly at Chen Yuan. "The Family Head has already prepared tea at the villa under Mount Fuji. Please, Mr. Chen, move over there; we insist you honor us with your presence."
A villa under Mount Fuji?
Were they trying to lure him out of Tokyo to make a move in the wilderness?
Chen Yuan didn't even look at him.
He walked straight past Yamamoto, his leather shoes stepping into the puddles, splashing a few mud spots that landed right on Yamamoto's polished shoes.
"Tell that old thing, Fujiwara."
Chen Yuan's voice drifted over with the sound of the rain, cold and arrogant:
"I don't like drinking tea."
"Besides, I have a quirk: I'm picky about my bed. I can't sleep anywhere except in the presidential suite of a five-star hotel."
Yamamoto's face turned livid instantly.
He turned abruptly, trying to stop Chen Yuan. "Mr. Chen! This is an order from the Family Head! In Tokyo, no one can refuse an invitation from the Fujiwara Family!"
As his words fell, the hundred or so men in black suits around them simultaneously took a step forward, hands reaching into their coats, seemingly ready to draw guns at any moment.
The atmosphere instantly tightened to the extreme.
However.
Before they could even draw their guns.
"Click."
Dozens of red laser dots instantly landed densely on the foreheads of Yamamoto and the group of thugs.
The Tyrant Guard lifted the hems of their suits.
Revealing the submachine guns and tactical grenades hanging inside.
"Want to make a move?"
Alice stood behind Chen Yuan, holding a black umbrella, dangerous data streams flickering in her ice-blue eyes.
"According to the 'International Diplomatic Immunity Regulations' and Baron Chen Yuan's noble status, any armed threat against him will be considered a provocation against the British Empire."
Alice's voice was calm, yet every word was piercing.
"Of course, you can try."
"Let's see if your draw speed is faster, or if our bullets are."
Yamamoto froze.
Sweat mixed with rain slid down his forehead.
He looked at the expressionless giants, then at Chen Yuan's indifferent back, and finally gritted his teeth and waved his hand.
"Move aside!"
The black sedan phalanx slowly parted, leaving a passage.
Chen Yuan sat into a bulletproof Rolls-Royce that had been waiting for a long time.
The motorcade started.
Under the humiliated and angry gaze of the Japanese, like a black dragon, it swaggered away from the airport, heading toward the busiest heart of Tokyo.
"Boss, these Japanese certainly won't let it go."
Inside the car, Victor looked worriedly at the "tails" following closely in the rearview mirror. "They've been following us the whole way."
"Let them follow."
Chen Yuan leaned back in the leather seat, watching the Tokyo Tower and Rainbow Bridge receding rapidly outside the window.
Tokyo on a rainy night, with its neon lights flickering, was like a heavily made-up enchantress.
"This is their turf; if they didn't follow, that would be strange."
Chen Yuan took a bottle of sake from the car's liquor cabinet and poured a cup.
"However, they only dare to follow."
"Before figuring out my trump cards, that old fox Fujiwara won't make a move easily. He's afraid of death, and even more afraid of losing."
The motorcade finally stopped in Chiyoda Ward.
The Peninsula Hotel.
It was only a few hundred meters from the Imperial Palace of Japan. Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the top floor, one could even overlook the entire Imperial Palace garden.
Chen Yuan booked the entire top floor.
The fifty Tyrant Guard quickly secured all entrances, exits, and elevator shafts, turning the place into a temporary military fortress.
Night fell.
The rain gradually stopped.
Chen Yuan stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, holding a wine glass, overlooking the brilliant lights beneath his feet.
Countless streams of traffic shuttled through the streets, red taillights forming a continuous expanse.
In the distance, the commercial district of Ginza was brightly lit, huge billboards flickering with alluring light in the night.
Prosperity.
Decadence.
Yet hidden with murderous intent.
"Boss, the room has been checked. Eight bugs and three pinhole cameras were found."
Alice walked over, holding a handful of micro-electronic components, crushing them into powder. "Everything has been cleared, and an anti-surveillance field has been activated."
"Very good."
Chen Yuan nodded, his gaze remaining on the brightest lights in the distance.
That was Ginza.
The most expensive area in all of Asia, and also the gathering place of the Fujiwara Family's core industries.
"Since we're here, we can't just stay in the hotel all the time."
Chen Yuan drank the sake in his cup in one gulp and placed the cup on the windowsill.
He turned around, unbuttoned his collar, and revealed a wild smile.
"Alice."
"Yes, Boss."
"Call out that 'tour guide' we have in Tokyo."
Chen Yuan walked to the coat rack, took down a black trench coat, and draped it over himself.
"I hear the night view of Ginza is beautiful, and they have the best Geisha in all of Japan."
"I want to go for a stroll."
Alice paused for a moment, then immediately understood what her boss meant.
A tour guide?
That was the highest-level sleeper agent Natasha had planted here, and also the guide for tonight's "hunt."
"Understood."
A red light flashed in Alice's eyes. "The Tyrant Guard has assembled and is ready to depart at any time."
Chen Yuan pushed open the door and strode out.
"Then let's go."
"Go tell the Fujiwara Family Head."
"His creditor has come to collect interest."