Tokyo Manji Gang Novels & Stories

I was pushed forcefully and I landed on my knees, not to mention my hands were handcuffed. "Well well well, Who do we have here? Daddy's Lil girl who ran away?" The leader of the gang was vicariously abhorrent. I know him. No, not personally, but I've seen him, he's famous, just as their group is. The group... They're Yakuza. THE YAKUZA.

It was without a doubt that he had awakened a dark force that he shouldn’t have. A black sedan car approached them. A man in wafuku and wooden clogs got out of the vehicle when the door was opened. People around that man respectfully gave way to him and addressed him as ‘the boss’ along the way. Finally, about four or five meters in front of Garfield, that man came to a halt. He then reached into his pocket and handed Garfield a business card. “Mutoh from the Yamaguchi Gang?” Garfield’s heart jerked violently when he saw the words ‘Yamaguchi Gang’.

Caused by the incident between the group of red masked men—gangsters, minions of Mafias, Mr. Hunderson, Vince, Clyde, Everleigh, and Raven were brought to hospital. Vince and Clyde both had minor injury on their head. Raven, aside from his gunshot wounds on his leg and shoulder, he got wounds on his arms and back when he protected Everleigh. They are both in not a good place inside the car, not to mention they don't have seatbelts. Raven's body was bumped around inside the car just to protect Everleigh.

"He's from Wolf Valley, Japan. Do you see the head of the wolf with a dagger in his hand?" “Wolf Valley! Who dares provoke Wolf Valley? If you offend someone from Wolf Valley, you are finished!” "Then the beautiful stewardess is finished..." “Heh heh!” Hearing the surrounding discussions, the scar-faced man’s laughter grew even more arrogant. The Feral Wolf Gang was notorious in Japan and no one dared to provoke them. The other reason why no one dared to provoke the scar-faced man was that he was a small leader of the Feral Wolf Gang. "Beast, let her go!"

He was T, the invisible assassin who had been operating undercover in Japan and the United States for the past two years. He was called invisible because whether he was in control of the underworld or business, he operated behind the scenes and never appeared in public. Only in recent years has he started to show himself more often. Itou Tokugawa glanced around and walked up to them, saying to Maxwell, "Mr. Maxwell, I can overlook the fact that you killed Chiyoko, and I can offer the antidote for Miss Flora's poisoning for free. But we need to renegotiate the agreement, not just on the surface but also involving our Yota Gang's share of the underworld business profits..."

"Do you know the names of the gangs?" "No. I never learned them." He smacked his palm to his forehead and sighed. "Sunny?" "Yes, boss?" She sat up straight. "Wanna tell her the names?" "Sure." She nodded. "Snakes and Lions." "Thank you. Now Laura, can you guess which one we are?" "Wait you're all in a gang?" I blurted. All eyes fell on me. Then everyone started giggling, except Bran whose eyes were dead serious and pleading for me to get this right.

Mia listened, thighs still sticky, already thinking about the next time. The night of the gathering arrived under a light drizzle. The discreet loft in a quieter part of Tokyo was accessed through an unmarked door in an old commercial building. Inside, ten people had gathered. Mostly Japanese practitioners in their thirties and forties, two Westerners who nodded politely at her. The atmosphere was subdued and respectful: low lighting from shoji screens, a faint trace of sandalwood incense, soft ambient music playing from hidden speakers. Ropes of various thicknesses and colors were laid out neatly on low tables.

Manuel was already shaking. The ‘Snakers’ gang was led by a man named Draco who was known for being ruthless. They were one of the leading gangs in Paris and were responsible for the high crime rate in the city. Because of Draco’s influence, he was able to keep his boys out of trouble and also keep their identities hidden. It was a rule that if any of them were to leak the identity of Draco or any of the other members, they would die immediately so, every gang member kept their mouth shut and never told anyone about the gang, not even their family members.

Nina said reasonably. The boss sighed and tried to smile. "Have you ever heard of the Dragon Blade Gang?" "Dragon Blade Gang? I heard on TV before that it seems to be the largest mafia organization in Japan." Nina said calmly. "That's right, the person just now was the former boss of the Dragon Blade gang." Nina clenched her left hand so tightly that her knuckles turned white; thinking back on it made her scared.

Now, before you make your final mistake of this meeting, think about what I've told you," I advised him. He dissected my words and body posture with the skills of a professional cop. "I would like to talk to your ninja – Ms. Miyako Yuki," he requested. Miyako had a last name and it meant – Snow. Game of Thrones? "Yes?" Miyako responded. I gulped. Vincent nearly leapt away in surprise. "You ARE a ninja," he croaked. Miyako looked up at me, gave me a wickedly little grin then shared it with Vincent. "I confess to nothing," she beamed. "Ms. Yuki, last night at approximately 8:30 pm Tokyo time, a series of violent criminal actions happened in five of Japanese largest cities," Vincent told her.