<h4>Chapter 323: Chapter 323: This is ying Hard to Get</h4>


    "Mo Qian, tell me, what must I do to save Nami? No matter how difficult it is, I will try. I absolutely cannot let such a kind-hearted girl be destroyed by those people!"


    When Ji Wei spoke, her hands clenched tightly into fists and rested on her knees, her eyes burning with anger and hatred.


    Gu Moqian reached out with hisrge hand and enveloped hers. The warmth temporarily halted the trembling of her hand. He looked at her and said, "I have a way, but ites with a condition."


    "What is it?" Ji Wei turned her gaze toward him.


    "You must follow my arrangements." The man’s voice was deep, his gaze unfathomably dark.


    Ji Wei’s face turned somewhat pale. She pressed her dry lips together and remained silent for a while before slowly nodding: "Alright."


    ...


    The most luxurious vi in Tokyo’s renowned wealthy district.


    The clock on the wall was nearing midnight. Yamamoto Yu, draped in a ck suit jacket, sat behind the expansive desk. His energy seemed undiminished, showing no signs of fatigue.


    After hearing Miyata’s report about the incident at the underground fight club, an almost imperceptible emotion flickered in Yamamoto Yu’s sharp and cunning eyes.


    "Are you saying that the chandelier was deliberately sabotaged, and it’s very likely Mr. Gu’s people were behind it?" Yamamoto Yu raised his eyelids and looked at Miyata.


    "Correct. I investigated it and found signs of intentional tampering at the broken junction of the crystal chandelier. Such a thick iron bar couldn’t have snapped on its own. Moreover, Mr. Gu was far too calm and confident today. He must have made several preparations to ensure his victory."


    Yamamoto Yu listened quietly, pulling out a cigarette from the box on the desk.


    Miyata immediately leaned forward like a sycophant, lighting the cigarette for Yamamoto Yu with his lighter.


    As smoke curled around his lips, Yamamoto Yu squinted slightly, a ruthless expression shing across his face: "That man is indeed cunning. We cannot underestimate him. Pass the word—have someone secretly monitor Mr. Gu’s every move. Report any abnormalities to me immediately."


    Miyataplied.


    Yamamoto Yu noticed his hesitation and barked: "If you have something to say, spit it out! When did you start acting coy like a woman?"


    Miyata froze, then quickly bowed and replied: "There’s something I don’t understand. Why didn’t we just arrest Mr. Gu at the underground fight club? We could have done whatever we wanted to him—why let him run rampant on your turf?"


    Yamamoto Yu lifted his head to fix Miyata with a chilling gaze. After a moment of silence, a sly smile suddenly spread across his lips.


    "Do you really think Mr. Gu is just an ordinary businessman?" Yamamoto Yu said. "You’re mistaken. He and his family are far moreplicated than just the Gu Group. Do you honestly think that theirmercial activities alone could bring them to this level?"


    Miyata’s heart shook violently as he hesitated and leaned closer, lowering his voice: "Are you suggesting that the Gu Group is involved in the same kind of dealings as us?"


    Yamamoto Yu stared at him for several seconds and then suddenly burst intoughter.


    "Why else would I care about a mere Gu Group? What I truly aim to acquire is the drug trade resources held by Gu Moqian’s father. Our influence in Tokyo has already reached its saturation point. It’s time to make an international move, and Britain will be our first target country."


    Miyata hadn’t expected Yamamoto Yu’s considerations to be so far-reaching. Back then, he had found it strange—their involvement in Ji Chuyang’s affairs puzzled him. Now he realized that Yamamoto Yu was plotting a muchrger game, all to lure Gu Moqian into his orbit.


    He also recognized why Yamamoto Yu outwardly showed such respect to Gu Moqian.


    It was the strategy of "tempting and letting go."


    Indeed, Mr. Yamamoto was the true master of calcted schemes.