Carl never expected that even bringing up his boss wouldn't make this damned guy hesitate for a moment.
One must know, that was the Yakuza, Japan's Yakuza.
The Yakuza, Tokyo's largest force and a core member of the High Table, surprisingly held no deterrent power over this guy.
In fact, Johnny knew exactly what kind of force the Yakuza was; he was also very clear that the Yakuza was one of the High Table's core members, but so what?
I haven't killed any of their people; even Carl, he only has a personal grudge with me, and I haven't affected any high-ranking Yakuza members.
And this was one of the reasons Johnny was so fearless.
Moreover, with Johnny's connections and abilities at this moment, he wasn't afraid.
Watching Carl constantly kowtow and beg for mercy, a part of Johnny's memory was vaguely reawakened.
About four years ago, this guy, who claimed to be Johnny's schoolmate, found him and introduced him to the work he was involved in when Johnny was a bit down and out... debt collection.
Yes, at that time, Carl was working as a debt collector, but this debt collector wasn't for any legitimate organization, but rather a debt collector for the underground world.
He needed to develop his subordinates to expand his business scope so he could earn more compensation.
At that time, after learning who had killed his parents, Johnny also had an inclination towards the underground world, so he accepted Carl's invitation.
However, the first debt collection wasn't very smooth, and that bastard Carl even ran away halfway because the guy they were collecting from was a strong man.
That was Ivan, who Johnny later beat to death; that guy owed Carl's boss 37,000 US dollars.
To get back the 37,000 US dollars, Johnny was beaten twice but only managed to recover a mere 2,700 US dollars.
As more and more memories echoed, Johnny gradually understood how this scoundrel Carl had scammed the original owner.
Or rather, using the word'scam' might even be overstating his intelligence. Until one day, Johnny met a woman during an accidental debt collection.
Memory flashback, end.
"Ah, what a guy with a terrible track record!"
Johnny squatted in front of Carl, about one meter away from him. At the same time, Johnny also noticed Carl's small movements.
He actually pulled out a dagger from his waist, but judging by its appearance, it would be difficult to stab Johnny. However, Johnny didn't indulge him; instead, he directly drew his sand viper from under his armpit.
This gun had been used for a full thirteen days, and it was still very handy.
When Carl saw Johnny pull out the camouflage sand viper from under his armpit, his heart sank.
Only at this moment did Carl realize what kind of existence he had provoked; no wonder the other party wasn't afraid of the Yakuza, because the other party was an assassin.
In the past, Carl and Johnny would put their arms around each other and jokingly call each other assassins; now, Johnny had become a real assassin.
Although Carl claimed to have joined the Yakuza, he was actually just an peripheral member, and these twenty gang members were only so numerous when other groups were added together.
They were all rolling on the ground, unable to speak from the pain.
Carl slowly loosened his grip on the dagger, knowing that if he didn't beg for mercy now, he might truly lose his chance.
"Is there still a chance if I apologize now?"
Carl showed a pale smile, originally thinking the other party was just good at fighting, but now it seemed that wasn't the case.
"What do you think, bitch?"
Pfft!
Before Carl could say another word, a bullet had already pierced his forehead.
In that instant, Johnny seemed to feel a rush of comfort and relief throughout his body, as if a certain chain had been broken.
Hmm?
Did this phenomenon occur because the original owner's long-cherished wish had been fulfilled?
This was only one of the 'dog and bitch' pair; if he got rid of the other one, Lisa, would the change be even greater?
This thought only circled in Johnny's mind for a moment before disappearing.
He picked up the spent casing and stood up. These guys were all Yakuza members. Killing such a small piece of trash shouldn't be too big of a deal, right?
Johnny wasn't very sure, but he also didn't want to make enemies with the Yakuza.
Although these members had been severely beaten by him, they would be fine after recovering; besides that bastard Carl who had kicked the bucket, everyone else was actually alright.
After thinking about it, he figured he wasn't really at odds with the others, so Johnny turned and left.
Even if the Yakuza truly wanted to hold him accountable, then so be it; he had nothing to lose anyway, and at worst, he would rally a group of people to wipe out the Yakuza!
The fight at the street corner was destined not to be noticed by too many people. After Johnny left, the less injured members who were wailing on the ground all got up one by one.
Upon confirming that everyone was alright, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Although a guy named Carl had died, what did that have to do with them?
It was a stroke of luck that the fierce man hadn't killed them, let alone an insignificant guy who had died.
Even Johnny himself didn't know that a potential crisis he might have faced was perfectly covered up by a bunch of clowns.
Back in his apartment, Johnny's mind was a bit muddled. After all, the memories that had surfaced this time gave him a clearer understanding of the original owner's situation.
"Ultimately, he was a tragic figure, wasn't he?"
Johnny sat in the living room, his thoughts drifting. Fortunately, because of the Old Lady, otherwise, Johnny would have starved to death on the streets long ago.
Four years ago... this term seemed distant to him, but in reality, it had nothing to do with him.
Besides needing to pay attention to the Yakuza, everything else was fine.
And this time, taking down twenty people in one go was also effortless for Johnny. After all, after the hundred-man massacre at the church, Johnny could handle such group fights with ease.
In fact, Carl's death had no impact on the Yakuza whatsoever. As a low-level group leader with no status, and having died due to a personal grudge, the Yakuza simply didn't care.
Even among those present, no one stood up to testify for Carl, nor did anyone come forward to identify Johnny.
It could be said that Johnny had beaten them into submission, and another point was that the Yakuza's headquarters were in Japan, and here in New York was just a branch, so they simply didn't dare to be too ostentatious.
But even such a small piece of news was eventually noticed by some attentive people.
After all, wherever there are people, there are rivalries, and some people inevitably brag when drinking and eating.
And the rumor of Johnny fighting one against twenty quietly spread.
Even Johnny himself didn't know that in the hearts of the Yakuza members in New York, he had gained the title of "Yakuza God of War."
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