Light rain began to fall over Tokyo, drizzling softly, shrouding the entire city in fog.

Inside the Prime Minister’s residence, Jian Yiwei looked as if he had lost his mind, the floor was littered with documents he had overturned.

"A bunch of useless fools! All of them!"

The group of officials and advisors trembled beside him, not daring to breathe heavily.

"Lock down immediately! Tell those fools at the Metropolitan Police! They must catch those damned thugs within an hour!"

"Order the self-defense forces! And the intelligence department—mobilize everyone!"

This time, he was truly panicking.

The previous upheaval had only just subsided a few days ago, yet now something even bigger had happened.

Tianhuang was killed in broad daylight; this incident is no less impactful than the assassination attempt on Xiao Anzi, perhaps even more serious!

That incident with Xiao Anzi was merely an assassination; this is outright terror!

For something like this to happen in Tokyo, ranked as the safest city in the world, someone absolutely had to take responsibility.

And that person was first and foremost himself—if he handled this poorly, he might be forced to resign in disgrace.

So couldn’t he panic?

As the orders sent out from the Prime Minister’s residence, television and the internet began emergency broadcasts.

The content described a severe terror incident on the main road of Central Avenue, showing footage of burning vehicles, scattered shell casings, and roads under lockdown.

"Demar’s convoy was attacked; the specific situation has yet to be disclosed. The suspects are still at large. The police have completely shut down Tokyo’s main thoroughfares; airports, docks, and stations have all ceased operations!"

Though the news of Demar’s life or death hadn’t been revealed, with helicopters flying overhead and soldiers armed to the teeth on the streets, the public could easily infer that something big had happened...

Inside the base of the Three Mouth Group, Sato Yuichi received a call for help from Harris.

Upon hearing the request to send people to assist the raiders who eliminated the emperor, he uncharacteristically didn’t immediately agree to Harris’s request.

This matter was too significant; a slight mishap could drag the organization into the abyss. He dared not make a decision alone and needed the president’s approval.

But Harris didn’t give him time to consider.

"Sato, fifty million USD, I’ll wire it to your Swiss Bank account immediately!"

"Your people just need to obstruct those chasing cops, let them pass through your territory—I trust this isn’t too difficult for you."

Fifty million USD!

That number was indeed very tempting.

Out in the underworld, wasn’t it all about money? Sato Yuichi swallowed hard.

Yet, after hesitating for two seconds, he still couldn’t make up his mind and hesitated. "Mr. Harris, this isn’t just a simple obstruction!"

"You’ve assassinated Demar, and now Tokyo is under full lockdown. Even the self-defense forces are mobilized; a slight mistake and the entire Three Mouth Group could be uprooted!"

"So what! No one knows it’s you..." Harris’s voice was filled with persuasion, "And... even if there’s a reckoning, it’ll be the Three Mouth Group that’s unlucky, not you, Sato."

"At worst, you can leave. You know the power of Mr. Qi Yun and me, whether in Africa, Europe, or Hua Country, you can live like a king!"

Harris’s words were like a barbed hook, fiercely snagging Sato Yuichi’s greed.

He licked his dry lips, vivid images of the massive deposits in Swiss Bank and private estates in the African savannah flashed through his mind...

Seeing the other’s attitude soften, Harris added pressure, "Mr. Sato, I have always regarded you as my most important partner. If you aren’t even willing to help me with this small favor, I will be deeply disappointed."

"I believe the Daichuan Association people would be very willing to collaborate with me."

At the mention of the Daichuan Association, Sato Yuichi’s eyelids twitched.

If Harris truly decided to abandon supplying to them and instead teamed up with the Daichuan Association, it would bring him great trouble.

Greed and crisis entangled, completely breaking down his hesitation.

A fierce determination flashed in Sato Yuichi’s eyes, "Fine! I’ll arrange reliable people to carry out this task immediately!"

Hearing the satisfactory response, Harris on the other end let out a deep breath, promptly sending a message to inform Qi Yun.

...

The oppressive streets were filled with the wail of police sirens, nearly all of Tokyo’s police force gathered around the Central Avenue, sealing off a twenty-kilometer radius completely airtight.

Simultaneously, dozens of police cars cooperated with aerial helicopters to search for Brother Quan and his group.

The perimeter was guarded by self-defense force soldiers; with this level of intensity, not even a fly could hope to escape.

Inside the car, Brother Quan glanced at the text on his phone, then asked, "Where are you guys now!"

"Just got rid of the pursuers; up ahead is Azabu Street!" Da Pao quickly replied over the earpiece.

Brother Quan swiftly scanned the map, calmly making the call, "The main road is surely intercepted, abandon the car! Dash into the alleyway to the west side!"

"Got it!"

"Old Niu, we’re ditching the car too! Go over and meet up with them."

Receiving the order, Old Niu glanced at the right-side mirror and sharply turned the car horizontally in the middle of the road.

Then the three swiftly got out, with Brother Quan drawing a handgun and firing three shots into the sky.

"Bang bang bang!"

The gunshots exploded amidst the rain and fog, sharp and piercing, prompting the crowd on either side of the road to scatter in a frenzy.

Taking advantage of this, Brother Quan and the others rushed into the nearby alleyway.

Except An Zai’s leg was already injured; after such a shuffle, the wound tore with unbearable pain, his face pale as paper.

"Quan... Brother Quan, Old Niu, you guys go; I’ll stay and distract them..."

He knew at this point, he was just a burden, not wanting to drag his brothers down.

Brother Quan supported his arm, teeth gritted, growling, "Hold on! The boss arranged for people to meet us; as long as we cross that street ahead, we can get out!"

Niu Da angrily chimed in, "What nonsense are you spouting! Together we go, or together we die!"

Speaking this, he squatted down and hoisted An Zai onto his back, "Hold on tight! I can run with you on my back!"

An Zai said no more, with tears of water sliding down the corner of his eye, indistinguishable whether they were rain or tears.

Tokyo’s port district is Tokyo’s affluent area, and Azabu Street is filled with high-end residences and private clubs.

Brother Quan’s plan was to hide in one of these upscale communities first, waiting for an opportune moment to act.

Those police officers wouldn’t dare search here recklessly, after all; the residents are either political moguls or family plutocrats, risking unnecessary trouble.

Meanwhile, a few kilometers away, a large number of gang personnel took to the streets.

They were dissatisfied with the police department’s restriction of their freedom, clashing with patrol officers on the streets.

The shouting, glass bottles shattering mixed with police sirens, instantly disturbing the peace of this region.

The higher-ups at the Metropolitan Police quickly realized this anomaly, judging that the thieves might be trying to escape amidst the chaos, thus immediately deploying a large force to this side.

Moreover, some sections of the road saw mysterious appearances of racing teams speeding as if fleeing, drawing attention all the same.