"No problem. I am Ouyang Xuan."

"Sojie."

"Nangong Xiangyun."

"Ling Xuran."

"Zhao Gang."

The last one of the ‘Wind Blade’ said.

"This time I am ordered to cooperate with the leaders in action. If you have any needs in the future, the leaders will just give orders." Yu Wenlong said.

"Thank you. By the way, how long have you been lurking in Japan?" Ouyang Xuan asked suddenly.

"Well, I was selected to train at the Second Bureau of the General Staff at the age of eight. At the age of sixteen, I sneaked into Japan and became a Japanese man named Sakuragi Ginji after plastic surgery. It has been thirteen years now." Speaking of the past, Yu Wenlong's expression was very complicated.

Thirteen years!

Everyone was a little surprised, Ouyang Xuan said in a touching voice: "It's not easy, do you miss home?"

"Why don't you think about it, but for the sake of the country, I can only think about it in my dream." The fierce and arrogant man suddenly had a faint light of tears in his eyes.

Everyone was a little silent. Ouyang Xuan patted Yu Wenlong on the shoulder and said in a deep voice: "National, thank you, you are the real unsung heroes."

"I think that the ancient kings and servants are just like this." Ling Xuran sighed.

"Wang Zuo!?" Yu Wenlong smiled bitterly, "I dare not compare with him, but we are all part of the 'Wang Zuo Plan'."

Looking at the confused eyes of everyone, Yu Wenlong proudly explained: "'Wang Zuo Plan' is a plan to lurk against Japanese agents. This plan began very early, and was established sixty years ago in the early days of Japan's defeat. Premier Zhou was directly responsible. The country had long begun to guard against the Japanese."

Ouyang Xuan and others were shocked: It turned out that the country has never given up its vigilance against Japan!

"Prime Minister Zhou!" Ouyang Xuan sighed: "Although he has passed away for thirty years, the afterglow has been shining on China, which is amazing."

"Yes." The group of people also sighed.

"By the way, Chief, what is your Japanese name? I need to remember it carefully so that I will not encounter police investigations when entering the city of Tokyo." Sakuragi Ginji suddenly remembered something.

"Oh, my name is Shirakawa Masaki." Ouyang Xuan's face was a little embarrassed.

"My name is Shunji Ono." "Lightning" looked unhappy.

"My name is Meishan Yoyoko." Nangong Xiangyun curled her lips.

"My name is Hiroji Fujino." Ling Xuran had a bitter face.

"Damn it, my name is Yamamoto Kihara, the garbage name." "Feng Blade" looked unhappy as if someone had snatched his beauty.

Everyone couldn't help laughing, and the depressed atmosphere disappeared.

"There is no way. Although the Japanese name is garbage, do you have to follow the customs when you enter the countryside?" Sakuragi Ginji comforted everyone and suddenly pointed ahead happily: "Look, there is the Cross-Hai Bridge in front. After crossing this bridge, the City of Tokyo is ahead."

Everyone looked forward and found that a wide high-level highway bridge appeared in front of everyone. Countless bright street lights shone brightly on the bridge deck, and the ground looked very clean, sturdy and beautiful.

I have to admit that the Japanese have good construction skills and are very rich.

Everyone nodded in dissatisfaction.

The Toyota car quickly drove across the cross-sea bridge, and immediately, large tracts of tall buildings rose from the distant horizon. Although it was late at night, many places were still brightly lit.

"By the way, Wenlong, what kind of profession do you lurk in Japan?" Ouyang Xuan suddenly asked with interest.

"This," Shawn Yue seemed a little embarrassed: "This is not very decent, I am a mixed organization."

"What organization?" Everyone was puzzled, and Lightning said in confusion: "Is it the Japanese Liberal Democratic Party?"

Yu Wenlong said shamelessly: "No, it's a gangster, Japan's third largest gangster organization - Rice Field Society."

Everyone was stunned and then burst into laughter.

Yu Wenlong seemed even more embarrassed and scratched his head and said, "There is no way, the motherland wants me to develop in this regard. If I follow my personal opinion, I like to join the Japanese government departments."

"Haha, Wenlong is very tough and wild, and he is indeed very suitable for this industry." Ling Xuran smiled.

"Then, the gangsters all have a majestic nickname, Wenlong, where is yours?" "Wind Blade" asked with a smile.

"The Japanese call me 'Nighthawk'." Shawn Yue answered with a smile.

"Why?" Everyone was very interested.

"Because I killed people for the organization at night and never missed it, I got such a nickname." Yu Wenlong said proudly.

"I can't tell that Wen Long is still a gangster." Mercury said with a smile.

Everyone laughed again.

"Okay, okay," Ouyang Xuan waved: "Fast to the city, everyone should calm down."

Everyone held back their laughter and stopped talking.

The Toyota car entered the city and immediately, the road became lively.

The shops are brightly lit, and the vehicles are flowing endlessly. What's more peculiar is that on the roadside, drunken Japanese people can be seen staggering drunkenly, or lying on the roadside.

Seeing everyone's strange gaze, Shawn Yue shrugged and said, "The Japanese are addicted to alcohol and often drink hard all night. They like to drink from each store after another. However, most of the alcohol content is very poor, so when you get drunk, it becomes this virtue. This has almost become a scene in Japanese society."

Everyone smiled contemptuously: If you want to drink, you will also look at us Chinese.

The car slowly entered the bustling area. Suddenly, in addition to the drunks on the roadside, there was another scene on the roadside: a large number of Japanese women wearing exposed clothes and dressed in charming clothes, either on the roadside or leaning against the store door, throwing charming eyes to the pedestrians or shouting loudly.

"These are all Japanese prostitutes." Yu Wenlong explained again.

"So much?" Ouyang Xuan was shocked.

"No wonder, Japan's porn industry is very developed, with hundreds of thousands of prostitutes, and the business is very prosperous. This is another scene in Japanese society." Shawn Yue shook her head ambiguously.

Ouyang Xuan and everyone frowned in disgust.

"Wind Blade" smiled and said to Yu Wenlong: "Wenlong, do you often 'light' these bitter wives who died?"

Yu Wenlong's face suddenly turned red, and he said, "Is this a gangster in Japan? I naturally have to follow the local customs."

Everyone couldn't help but laugh softly again.

Yu Wenlong lowered his head slightly, dared not look at everyone, and drove with his head down.

"Don't laugh, don't laugh," Ouyang Xuan's tears were almost coming out, and he tried his best to hold back and said, "By the way, Wenlong, where will we settle down tonight?"

The laughter in the vehicle slowly stopped.

Yu Wenlong's expression became a little normal and immediately said, "Oh, the place is very good. It is a small hotel west of Ginza. This is also the headquarters of our 'Wang Zuo Project' in Tokyo."

Ouyang Xuan was surprised: "Ginza! Isn't this the most prosperous place in Tokyo? How can the headquarters be located there? Are you not afraid of exposure? "

Yu Wenlong smiled and said, "The most dangerous place is often the safest place. The Japanese never thought that we were so brave, so there has never been any trouble in decades."

Everyone suddenly realized: He is so brave and scheming!

As we were talking, Toyota cars gradually drove into Ginza. Although it was late at night, there were more and more cars on the road. Although it was not too busy, it was as dense as spider ants.

On both sides of the road, all the shops and buildings were almost brightly lit, and the more they went inside, the more lively people and cars were irrelevant.

"Tokyo is known as the "Never Sleeping City". Ginza is the king of the "Never Sleeping City". It is not only a paradise for shopping, but also a paradise for entertainment." Yu Wenlong explained with a smile.

Suddenly, several police cars appeared on the side of the road, and more than a dozen policemen seemed to be checking something.

From time to time, passing vehicles are stopped, checked, and then released.

Ouyang Xuan and his friends immediately looked a little nervous and looked at Yu Wenlong.

"Don't worry, Tokyo's public security is not good, there are frequent temporary inspections. If you don't target us, just leave it to me to deal with it." Yu Wenlong said confidently.

Ouyang Xuan and others breathed a sigh of relief.

The Toyota car approached the police car and several policemen signaled to stop.

Yu Wenlong stopped painting and quickly unbuttoned the buttons on his chest, revealing his solid chest muscles.

However, what is scary is that there is a large image of a fierce and ferocious colored yaksha tattooed on the chest. Although only part of it is seen, it is also shocking.

Two policemen came over, and Shawn Yue pressed the car window and said fluently in Japanese: "Mr. Police, is there anything wrong?"

"Temporary inspection." A policeman said: "Who is in the car?"

"I am Sakuragi Ginji. The person in the car is a few Japanese Americans and my friends." Yu Wenlong talked without changing his face.

Hearing this, the two policemen reached into their heads and looked at them. At first glance, they saw the large tattoo on Yu Wenlong's chest. They couldn't help but change their faces. They immediately became polite: "Oh, that's it, let's go."

"Thank you." Yu Wenlong nodded, started the car, and quickly passed the inspection line.

Ouyang Xuan and others breathed a sigh of relief.

"Wenlong, what happened just now? Why did those two Japanese policemen let you go so happily when they saw your tattoo? Didn't the Japanese police arrest the underworld?" Ouyang Xuan was puzzled.

"Haha," Yu Wenlong smiled proudly: "Chief, you don't know that Japan is a very strange society. The underworld is basically a police and gangster family. Before each public security rectification, it is a large-scale community that only catches some small shrimps to make up for the number.

Even the Japanese Prime Minister also needs to have the presidents of large societies to have dinner, communicate, attract votes and campaign funds, which shows how powerful the underworld is in Japan.

Moreover, in Japan, large tattoos are not allowed for people who are not senior members of the community. So, when they see the tattoos on me, the two Japanese police officers will automatically let me go, and they can't afford to offend me."

Ouyang Xuan and others were stunned: Damn, this is OK, tattoos can be equivalent to passes! The underworld is better than the police!

After a long time, Ling Xuran said, "Wenlong, what will happen if you are the rice fields?"
To be continued...