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Rafas outside the door did not walk far; he stood there listening to her desperate cries. Just from watching a reality show, she was scared like this. She even had the audacity to leave him for another man; this was her own doing.
In Japan.
The black forces of the Three Kingdoms were almost completely defeated by Solomon. Fortunately, they still had a few clubs operating normally, managed by several trusted subordinates of Yamamoto Kazuo.
After Long Ze fainted in the rain, he suffered from a high fever that wouldn't subside. Misa anxiously accompanied him in the hospital day and night, finally stabilizing his condition. However, in his dreams, he kept calling out Wushuang's name repeatedly, which pained Misa deeply.
Why had she given him so much, only to end up with nothing but a broken family?
Misa swallowed her tears; it was not the time to lament these things. The most important thing now was to take care of Long Yi. As a girl, she could not manage the vast family business and gang affairs alone.
In his dreams, Long Ze kept seeing images of Wushuang being tormented. He shouted and chased after them but could never catch up.
After being unconscious for three days and nights, he finally opened his eyes to the white ceiling and the pungent smell of medicine. He recognized this hospital and looked around the room; no one was there. Where had Misa gone? Could it be that she...
Given how things were that day, anything could have happened. Worried about Misa, he hurriedly got out of bed, just as he was about to pull out his injured IV needle when Misa pushed the door open: "Long Yi, you're awake! But what are you doing? You can't get up yet; you need to rest."
"Misa, are you hurt? Did they do anything to you..." He anxiously checked Misa over, carefully examining her until he confirmed she was fine, which relieved him.
Supporting himself back onto the bed, Misa handed him a cup of warm water to soothe his throat and brought him a bowl of porridge, slowly feeding it to him to warm his stomach.
Long Ze obediently finished the porridge and then hesitantly looked at her and asked, "Misa, can you tell me where Shuang'er is? What happened afterward?"
Misa knew that the only person he cared about was Wushuang. Sighing, she thought perhaps this was the fate that had long been predetermined between them.
"After you fainted that day, that man ordered everyone to leave and didn't trouble me anymore. Wushuang was still in the car at that time; I think she was taken back to Las Vegas with him." As Misa spoke, she looked into his eyes, wondering when she would be able to look at him with such concern.
After a long silence following her words, Long Ze looked up at Misa and said firmly: "Misa, today you announce that from now on Yamaguchi-gumi will be taken over by me, Yamamoto Ryuichi. Remember, it's Yamamoto Ryuichi!"
"Okay." Misa softly replied, seeing a strong light in his eyes at that moment.
"Misa, from now on the Yamamoto Family will only have us two left. I understand your feelings for me; however, my heart only has room for Wushuang. It cannot accommodate anyone else. If you can let go, then from now on Yamamoto Ryuichi will be your brother." He had secretly made up his mind; from this moment on, his goal would be to avenge Wushuang and Mr. Yamamoto by killing that despicable man.
"I understand, brother!" Misa lowered her head and said quietly.
From that moment on, Misa publicly declared that Yamaguchi-gumi would be taken over by her father's adopted son Yamamoto Ryuichi. Meanwhile, all the bosses of Yamaguchi-gumi had been killed by Solomon one by one; new people were promoted in all the factions to reorganize this chaotic situation.
Long Ze had already died that rainy night. Now he was Yamamoto Ryuichi, a man living for revenge. He would never forget the scenes he witnessed before falling into a coma—his beloved woman sacrificing herself to that demon to save the lives of everyone in the Yamamoto Family.
In truth, even if Misa did not tell him this, he could see her intentions. His Wushuang was too pitiful; a princess of a nation, she had been subjected to such humiliation. As her fiancé, he could only watch helplessly as she sacrificed herself.
"Shuang'er, wait for me. I will become strong as soon as possible. I will definitely take you back from that demon's hands. Wait for me, my princess!" Long Yi silently vowed in his heart. From now on, he was Yamamoto Ryuichi, the leader of the Three Kingdoms.
Misa watched him after he was discharged from the hospital, his mind solely focused on reorganizing the gang. At night, he often stared at the jade pendant in his hand until dawn. It seemed that he could only forget his love for Wushuang if he were to lose his memory again. Even then, his feelings for Wushuang would never fade!
Yan Wushuang remained locked in that dim underground cell. Ever since she witnessed him throwing a living person into the Serpent's Den to feed the snakes, she had been unable to sleep day or night—more accurately, she dared not sleep. Whenever she closed her eyes, she felt surrounded by writhing Snake Swarms.
She was truly frightened this time; the stench of blood and decay seemed to linger around her incessantly. She couldn't even eat or drink, feeling anxious all day long.
Rafas observed her growing thinner each day. If this continued, it would only be a matter of time before she died. How could he allow her to die before he grew tired of her?
Shouya was a medical miracle worker; with him around, even the dead could be revived. Since she refused to eat or drink, it was simple: continuous nutrients were administered into her body daily to supply her needs. Rafas would come every night to check on her condition before leaving.
In the luxurious castle, Rafas's temper grew increasingly volatile due to Yan Wushuang's absence. All the servants worked with their voices raised, afraid to say a word more lest they upset their master and lose their lives in an instant.
Mike had been by his side for several years and had never seen him like this before. Even three years ago during that incident did not change him this much.
Rafas stared blankly at the food in front of him; this was already the fourth chef. The previous three had been shot dead for one simple reason: their food was too terrible.
"Master, please spare me! I will do my utmost to prepare better dishes that you will surely like," pleaded the fourth chef on his knees. But as soon as he finished speaking, another gunshot rang out in the dining room—another one dead.
Mike silently instructed the bodyguards to clean up after him. Their master needed to kill someone almost every day to feel at ease; it was either a servant from the castle or some woman who thought she could climb into his bed.
Rafas frequently appeared at nightclubs or clubs. Tonight was no different; he entered a private room with Mike and two bodyguards. His presence always attracted attention from women eager to climb into his bed and become his mistress.
A stunning Eastern girl entered his room tonight. Mike discreetly stepped outside to guard the door. Once it was just the two of them left in the room, the woman boldly began removing her clothes and rubbing against him.
"Mr. Lei, please take me!" she said boldly as she touched his muscular chest and pressed herself against him, trying to ignite his desire for conquest.
Rafas coldly regarded this woman who shared an Eastern appearance similar to Wushuang's but paled in comparison. To him, women were merely objects for release—he didn't care who was more beautiful—as he flipped her over and pinned her beneath him.
He found no pleasure in these women; he mechanically completed the series of actions while she excitedly wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately, murmuring blissfully, "Mr. Lei, you are truly amazing!"
Rafas forcefully pushed her away and coldly turned to walk into the bathroom. When he emerged again, his disheveled clothes were neatly arranged once more, and he wore an icy expression as he disdainfully exited the room.
"Where are you going, Mr. Lei?" The woman wanted to chase after him, but she hadn't put on her clothes yet. Being naked, she didn't dare to go out, thinking that Mr. Lei would take her for the night.
Everything was just her own imagination. Rafas immediately left a bodyguard to handle the woman, letting them play however they wanted as long as they didn't cause him any trouble.
The woman, with her alluring figure, sat on the sofa, thinking it was Rafas who had returned. But it was his bodyguard who came in and locked the door. Every time the master rewarded these cheap women to them, once they were satisfied, they would be dealt with cleanly.
"What do you want? I'm a woman that your president has slept with." The woman clearly saw their intentions and grabbed her sexy outfit nearby. Just as she was about to put on her top, she was yanked by her hair and thrown to the ground. Tonight, she was his plaything and had to serve him well; if he was pleased, he might consider leaving her intact.
In the decadent private room, the man made his moves. Outside the room, in the vibrant world of lights and drinks, it wasn't much better either; everywhere were women dressed in sexy outfits, coming to such places either for fun or to hook up with rich men. No one cared about the passionate scenes unfolding inside the room.
Rafas was particularly irritable tonight. After leaving the club, he headed straight for the base. Yan Wushuang hugged herself, trembling. Once night fell, this prison cell barely saw a glimmer of light, and she felt so scared. Scared that something might crawl onto her bed and gnaw at her body.
Suddenly, there was a sound of unlocking from outside the door. The dim incandescent light inside brightened up as Rafas walked toward her reeking of alcohol. Looking at her curled up in the corner, did she think she could hide from him?
"Baby, come here and let me hold you!" For some reason, upon seeing her, Rafas felt slightly tipsy and lightheaded.
Yan Wushuang was no fool; she wouldn't foolishly run over to him. She still remembered how he had humiliated her that rainy night. If it weren't for considering the entire Yamamoto Family back then, she would have thought of biting her tongue to end it all.
"Do I need to say it a second time? Come here!" This time he nearly shouted it out. His pupils widened; the more she dodged him, the angrier he became. Did only Long Ze have the ability to make her approach him willingly?
No matter how loudly he yelled, Wushuang pretended not to hear anything and continued to huddle in the corner with her thin blanket.
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