The headquarters of Yokogawa-kai is located in Tatsunogawa 3-cho in the North District.
The president is nad Yokogawa Gentaro, who is fifty-three years old this year and is quite a shrewd old man.
He knows well the principle of making a fortune quietly and uses the entertainnt industry as a front while bribing politicians; in reality, he has been secretly selling illegal drugs under the cover.
Especially during that earlier period when Dio was collecting evil souls, many Yakuza mbers died, leaving vacant territories that allowed Yokogawa-kai to rapidly expand.
It was precisely because they were overreaching that they got discovered by the Imperial Court Retainers for the real trade underneath the entertainnt business.
As for the actions of the Imperial Court Retainers, it wasn't that Phoenix Academy Maggie gave a last-minute order to find a scapegoat.
But rather it was Kochou, wielding great power, who began to rectify the internal atmosphere.
Starting to investigate politicians, public servants, and others.
Checking how much they were corrupt, how much they received as kickbacks, and how many they've beco a shield for.
Those with lighter cases could be left alone; those with serious cases would be decided to handle based on the situation.
After all, Kochou wanted to rectify the atmosphere but didn't want things to blow up and turn everyone inside out.
Her real demand was for the internal atmosphere to improve after the Wind Purge Conference concluded.
At that ti, anyone daring to act would be t with her heavy fist.
Honda Rikito, associated with Yokogawa-kai, is a mber of the National Diet, considered to have so power within the Liberal Democratic Party.
He is also on the Imperial Court Retainers' list for focused surveillance; the gifts and bribes Yokogawa-kai sent to him naturally caught their attention.
Normally, Phoenix Academy Maggie has little interest in handling such matters.
Today was an exception.
Bad mood naturally made her want to deal with it personally.
Phoenix Academy Maggie walked dourly toward Yokogawa-kai's mansion, drawing the attention of the underlings at the entrance.
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"Ladies and gentlen, may Yokogawa-kai continue to grow and strengthen, just as last to beco the most powerful in Japan!"
Inside the mansion's third-floor conference hall, the core mbers of Yokogawa-kai gathered together and started a banquet after discussing the upcoming expansion plan.
Yokogawa Gentaro rose, raised his glass; his white hair dyed black, his face full of smiles, showing no crow's feet at the corners of his eyes.
As the saying goes, a man has a rry heart when he is successful.
The territories and money that expanded recently made him feel as though he had beco ten years younger.
The core mbers around him rose up in succession and toasted him, saying, "President, you're wise!"
"Cheers!"
Yokogawa Gentaro finished off the wine in his glass, sat back down, poured himself another glass, and smiled at his side, Honda Rikito, saying, "Honda Diet mber, I toast to you."
Honda Rikito said worriedly, "Yokogawa, you'd better restrain yourself recently.
The Pri Minister is on the Wind Purge campaign; doing things at this turning point can easily cause problems."
"Haha, what Wind Purge campaign, that woman just wants money; as long as we splash so cash, there's no relationship that can't be managed."
Yokogawa Gentaro casually answered.
Recently, everything he did went smoothly.
If he didn't seize this montum to develop Yokogawa-kai into Tokyo's largest violent gang organization, missing this opportunity would make taking off again no easy feat.
Once others gobble up the cake, how could they be willing to share it with Yokogawa-kai?
"Honda Diet mber, be bold; think of your eighteen mistresses, think of your forty-eight kids, their houses, studies abroad, aren't all those things needing money?"
Honda Rikito fell into silence.
Yokogawa Gentaro patted his shoulder and said softly, "If you want money, just give money.
If you want won, just send won; whatever they want, we'll give them.
The large-scale tropolitan Police Departnt actions aren't the first ti, and they've never swept away those deeply rooted great violent gangs.
I rember you want to run for Governor of Tokyo.
Yokogawa-kai will contribute money to support your election."
Upon hearing this, Honda Rikito hesitated no longer, nodded, and said, "Alright, since you've said so, I'll definitely help you manage the relationships."
"Thank you, Honda Diet mber."
Yokogawa Gentaro clinked his glass against his and a trace of disdain flashed deep in his eyes.
Being so cautious is just asking for a high price.
He has money, power, and won.
But to send gifts, it still needs to be through Honda Rikito's channels to connect with those people at the top.
There's a hierarchy there.
No matter how big Yokogawa Gentaro becos, he cannot leap over it.
Honda Rikito thought to down his glass of wine.
Bang!
A loud crash frightened him into tossing his glass onto the table, his face panic-stricken, asking, "What happened?"
"Don't panic."
Yokogawa Gentaro yelled loudly, quickly drawing the handgun at his waist.
The senior core mbers at the banquet also swiftly pulled out their guns, showing murderous looks.
Working in their line of work, especially being this dangerous recently, without guns, there's really no sense of security.
Yokogawa Gentaro gave a look, indicating a senior mber to open the door.
The man stepped forward and shouted, "What's going on here?"
A ball-shaped shadow flashed by; those present didn't even see clearly what it was, just found that the senior mber standing there now had his head exploded.
Blood sprayed onto the wall, and the headless corpse collapsed in the hallway.
They were so terrified they hastily raised their guns and fires towards the door.
Bang bang! Gunshots exploded, deadly bullets pierced through the sliding door and struck the wall outside.
"Did it, did it die?"
One core mber panted heavily, shouting there.
Yokogawa Gentaro raised his hand and said, "Go out and have a look."
"Eh?!"
The person pointed at showed a look of horror, but still swallowed nervously and bravely walked towards the door.
Boom!
The ceiling above suddenly shattered as if a bomb exploded on top of it.
The splintered wood turned into lethal weapons and scattered.
Pieces pierced several people's bodies.
So splinters pierced through eyelids, injuring the eyeballs inside, causing painful wails.
Yokogawa Gentaro raised his gun and shot upwards.
Others, scared, fired towards the direction covered in dust.
Bang, a bullet passed through the dust, hitting Honda Rikito, causing him to let out a scream before falling to the ground.
Yokogawa Gentaro was so shocked that cold sweat broke out, and he directly flipped the table in front of him, shouting: "Don't shoot randomly!"
After saying that, he quickly aid at the person shooting recklessly and shot him in the head.
Bang, the man's frantic words ceased.
The chaotic atmosphere on the scene was sowhat alleviated, but the wailing did not stop.
Yokogawa Gentaro stood up and said: "Don't panic, gather together, let's go back to back!"
The remaining seven core mbers nodded repeatedly.
The four injured core mbers were still wailing, blood gushing from their wounds.
The blinded man cried out the loudest.
Yokogawa Gentaro knew the importance of morale. He quickly changed the magazine and fired four consecutive shots, killing them all.
"Living is painful, you'd better die quickly."
Yokogawa Gentaro's ruthlessness shocked the seven present, making them even more afraid to resist him.
"Oyama, call for reinforcents right away, tell them we're under attack."
"Hai."
Oyama hurriedly took out his phone and quickly dialed a subordinate's number, "Jiro, call all the brothers right away, hurry to the mansion, we're under attack."
"Got it, boss, don't worry."
In a rundown apartnt, Jiro hung up the phone, glanced at the people in front of him, and quickly clapped his hands: "Alright, stop playing around, grab your stuff and get to work."
Big Brother Oyama was attacked, and whether we advance depends on our performance this ti."
"Got it."
The dozens of people present answered in unison.
They were all young people.
Whether due to family reasons or because they thought being a delinquent was cool, they joined the Yokogawa-kai, becoming a subordinate organization.
Fighting and killing tasks were perfect for them.
Because in their minds, there was no complex calculation, nor any fear of punishnt.
Give them a gun, draw a big picture, and they would dare to assassinate the Pri Minister.
"Jiro, what about this guy?"
"Forget it, now's not the ti to ss with him."
Jiro waved his hand casually, deciding to let the student go.
...
Dust rose from the ground, as Yokogawa Gentaro and the others went back to back, holding guns, eyes scanning the surroundings, wary of an attack that could happen at any mont.
Phoenix Academy Maggie feared they'd scatter to one side, wasting her ti, but them gathering was precisely to her liking.
She didn't need to use her Noble Phantasm; her current physical quality was enough to take them out.
Phoenix Academy Maggie glanced around, then quickly retreated down the corridor, heading downstairs.
The battle here was intense.
Bodies lay as if hit by a speeding heavy truck, blood splattered on the walls.
Brains rolled into the corners of the stairs.
Phoenix Academy Maggie avoided them, not getting a drop of blood on her light yellow dress.
She reached downstairs, hearing footsteps above, seemingly trying to move to the exit.
Phoenix Academy Maggie took a deep breath, stomped her foot hard on the ground, and shot upward like a rocket.
Her five fingers clenched, her right fist like a heavy cannon punching forward.
Boom!
With her full-force strike, the ceiling above directly exploded, the shockwave throwing all eight back-to-back individuals around.
Yokogawa Gentaro thudded to the ground, chin hitting the tatami, seemingly biting his lip, feeling a fiery pain, even sensing his teeth loosening.
He wanted to get up.
A surge of overwhelming power suddenly ca from the back of his head, his face slamming hard into the ground.
Bang, blood gushed from the gaps where his face and the ground t.
Phoenix Academy Maggie imdiately leaped sideways, both feet kicking rapidly in the air, with whistling wind echoes, giving them no chance to get up from the ground.
In the blink of an eye, the remaining seven were dead.
Phoenix Academy Maggie jumped from the third-floor window outside, landing in front of Kai Bunta.
The old man showed an increasingly respectful expression and said: "Miss, how are you feeling?"
"Not bad."
Phoenix Academy Maggie felt a lot better after moving her body, even though the problem still wasn't solved.
But her mood improved.
"Let the police co, whoever arrives here next, arrest them."
Phoenix Academy Maggie decided not to continue, taking out her Oath of Victory and wearing it on her waist from the car.
Kai Bunta was full of reverence and said: "Hai."
Phoenix Academy Maggie walked to the station, her improved mood clearing her mind, making a bold decision.
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