American Comics: Tales of Cultivator

Chapter 203: Yashida Internal Strife

"Sir, this is probably a misunderstanding!"

When Masao Megure heard Tang Song reveal his identity as a Federal Congressman/Senator, his heart sank, knowing things had gone wrong.

Especially upon hearing Tang Song instruct someone to notify the Federal Embassy and the Federal Command stationed in Japan, Masao Megure instantly felt paralyzed.

He no longer cared about the stinging pain on his face, suppressing the intense feeling of humiliation, and explained to Tang Song in a tone bordering on pleading.

"Misunderstanding!" Tang Song pulled a white silk handkerchief from the pocket of his white suit jacket and wiped the hand he had just used to hit Masao Megure. He wiped meticulously, as if he had touched something dirty.

Masao Megure watched this scene, his eyes bloodshot, but he couldn't afford to care about his so-called pride. He bent his body into a ninety-degree angle and bowed to Tang Song, apologizing repeatedly to express his remorse.

He knew he had been set up this time.

Whether an ordinary Federation Person committing a crime in Japan would be subject to Japanese law depended on whether they had diplomatic immunity. If they had diplomatic immunity, they would not be tried in Japan but would be repatriated to the Federation for trial.

The information Masao Megure had gathered at the Metropolitan Police Department before the mission was that this Ethnic Chinese Federation Person was Mariko Yashida's lover outside of marriage and a Yakuza Leader in the Federation.

*Baka*, a Federal Congressman/Senator. No wonder the Old Foxes at the Metropolitan Police Department had been dragging their feet.

Suspected of murdering the son of the Japanese Minister of Internal Affairs? Forget the Minister's son, even if he had killed the Prime Minister's son, given the weak attitude of the cabinet bureaucrats towards the Federation, they wouldn't dare to try a Federal Congressman/Senator. In the end, they would still have to negotiate with the Federation and hand him over to the Federal Court.

"Sumimasen! Sumimasen!"

At the Old Yashida Estate, Masao Megure led a group of Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department officers in a ninety-degree bow towards Tang Song, continuously uttering apologies.

Sweat dripped from Masao Megure's forehead onto the Ground. He maintained his bowing posture, not daring to move.

If the man before him really contacted the Federal Embassy, or even alarmed the Federal Garrison, the matter would escalate into an international dispute.

Masao Megure knew that in the end, it would be them, the small police officers, who would suffer.

He still had a Wife and Child to support, and a huge mortgage that hadn't been paid off. He couldn't lose his job at the Metropolitan Police Department.

Tang Song slowly and deliberately finished wiping his hands, casually tossing the several-hundred-dollar silk handkerchief onto the Ground. He glanced at the police officers maintaining their bowing posture in front of him.

Putting his arm around Mariko Yashida's waist, he flirted with her for a while as if no one else was present, then led his Bodyguards to the nearby Mercedes-Benz Car.

"*Baka*, he's just a Huaguo person who changed his nationality. What right does he have to act so arrogantly on Japanese soil!"

As if to vent for his superior, a young police officer immediately stood up and cursed loudly in the direction Tang Song's convoy had left, just after it departed the Old Yashida Estate.

"Takagi—"

Hearing his Subordinate's words, Masao Megure quickly shouted to stop him.

But it was too late. The smile that had just been blooming on Mariko Yashida's face vanished. She gave the young police officer a cold look, then turned to the red-haired girl beside her and instructed, "Yukio, tell Department Head Okwada that because of this police officer's insolent remarks, our Yashida Corporation's donation to the Metropolitan Police Department will be halved from now on. Also, tell our affiliated enterprises to do the same!"

"Miss Yashida, Takagi was just momentarily agitated..."

Masao Megure quickly stepped forward to explain for his subordinate. *Clang*. Yukio stepped forward and blocked him, her hand gripping the Katana's Hilt, drawing the Blade halfway out.

Seeing the chilling Katana blocking him, Masao Megure had no choice but to stop.

Mariko Yashida didn't pay any more attention to the police officers. Surrounded by Yukio and a group of Yashida Bodyguards, she returned directly to the Old Estate.

"Takagi, you were too impulsive!"

Masao Megure turned to look at his subordinate, a hint of regret in his Gaze. He knew that with the pressure from Yashida Corporation, this subordinate, a Todai graduate with a promising future, had reached the end of his career.

"Officer, the Ethnic Chinese Federation Person is the biggest suspect in Hideki Takahashi's death, and Mariko Yashida is also involved. Hideki Takahashi was the legitimate son of the Japanese Minister of Internal Affairs; he definitely won't let them off..."

The young Police Officer Takagi saw the pity in Masao Megure's eyes and felt a bit flustered, but he still spoke with forced composure.

"Let's go! Takagi!"

Masao Megure said nothing more, but patted Takagi's Shoulder and led the group of police officers towards the Police car.

Whether it was his imagination or not, Takagi felt that his colleagues, who were usually close to him, were starting to become distant in their Attitude towards him.

"Boss!"

On the Vehicle returning to the Hotel, Tang Song connected with Kane via Video.

"I've arrived in New Mexico and seen the Hammer you mentioned!" Kane's expression was somewhat dejected.

Tang Song smiled and said, "Just by looking at you, I know you couldn't pick up that Hammer!"

Kane grunted, "Boss, after being injected with the Number Zero Serum and awakening the Power of the White Tiger, my Strength can lift a Boeing Aircraft. That Hammer doesn't look big, but I used all my Strength, and it didn't budge! This isn't scientific. Even something weighing hundreds of tons wouldn't remain completely motionless when I use all my Strength!"

"Scientific!" Tang Song crossed his legs. "The Power of the White Tiger you awakened can't be considered scientific either. That Hammer is Mjolnir from Norse Mythology. The Hammer Head was Forged from the core of a decaying Planet, and the Hammer Handle is a branch from Yggdrasil. It's said to weigh as much as a Planet!"

"Asgardian Magic has been cast on it, so it's normal that you can't lift it!"

"Mjolnir? Boss, are you saying this is Thor's Hammer from Norse Mythology?"

Hearing Tang Song's words, Kane couldn't help but look back at the Sand Dune not far away. A crane had appeared there at some point, and a Big Beard wearing a Safety Helmet was trying to lift the Hammer with it.

"Boss, are the stories in Norse Mythology all true?"

"Half true, half false. Asgard is outside of Earth. You can view them as a group of powerful Aliens," Tang Song said.

"Boss, with Mjolnir suddenly appearing here, does that mean those Norse Gods will appear on Earth..." Kane clenched his Fist, eager to try, seemingly wanting to test the Strength of those legendary "Gods".

"That's also why I sent you there. Keep a close eye on it. If there's any unusual movement, notify me immediately!"

"Yes, Boss!"

Hanging up the Video, Tang Song leaned back in his Seat, rubbing the Black Jade Thumb Ring on his thumb, Resting Eyes.

Mjolnir, Thor.

Without S.H.I.E.L.D., he wondered if Thor would still join the Avengers.

Tang Song had no intention of trying to befriend Thor in advance.

He didn't want to get involved in Asgard's grand family drama.

Odin, who was about to fall into Ragnarök, was like a dying emperor.

His banishment of Thor to Earth was, frankly, a Trial.

His adopted son Loki was just a whetstone. If the result of the Trial exceeded Odin's expectations, or threatened Thor's Life, perhaps a Gungnir would descend from the sky.

While Tang Song was very curious about the Strength of Odin, a top Skyfather in Marvel, he genuinely didn't want to face Him.

He sent Kane to New Mexico simply to see if, under his Butterfly Effect, any unexpected events would occur during Thor's Earth journey.

Thor, Loki... that meant the Plot of Avengers 1 wasn't far off.

It was just that now S.H.I.E.L.D. had become Serpent S.H.I.E.L.D.; he wondered if the Avengers would still appear as scheduled...

When Tang Song returned to the Presidential Suite at the Hilton Hotel, Storm Shadow had been waiting in the Room for a long time.

"Boss!" Storm Shadow nodded slightly in greeting towards Tang Song.

Tang Song took off his Suit jacket. The Bodyguard behind him took the jacket, hung it on the clothes rack, then walked out, gently closed the Door, and stood guard at the Shop Entrance.

Tang Song walked to the Sofa and sat down, waving a hand towards Storm Shadow. "Sit! Don't be so formal. You did a good job!"

"Boss, killing someone is a simple Matter," Storm Shadow said, sitting on the Sofa opposite Tang Song.

"Boss, the Metropolitan Police Department came looking for you. Should we put pressure on the Japanese Minister of Internal Affairs who pressured the Metropolitan Police Department..."

"We should be considerate of the feelings of an Old Man who has lost his son," Tang Song smiled slightly. "Let's talk about it after I leave Japan. Assassinating a Japanese Minister of Internal Affairs is like slapping the Japanese Government directly in the face!"

Even a mud figure has some temper. I'll give them some face.

However, keep a close eye on him. If this Japanese Minister of Internal Affairs isn't Sensible, send him to reunite with his son!"

"Yes, Boss!" Storm Shadow nodded, indicating he understood.

"These two days, have your people keep a close eye on the Old Yashida Estate, especially Shingen Yashida's movements. If there's any disturbance, notify me immediately!"

"Yes, Boss!"

After listening to Tang Song's instructions, Storm Shadow quickly exited Tang Song's Room.

At the Shop Entrance of the Presidential Suite...

A Bodyguard was leading a sweet-looking Japanese woman, waiting at the Door.

Storm Shadow had been in TV Tokyo for several months and recognized at a glance that this woman named Ishihara was a very famous actress in Japan.

Storm Shadow didn't ask much about the Boss's Private Life. After arranging for a few Red-Clothed Ninjas to stay at the Hotel, he left.

"Tanaka-kun, how is the investigation? What is the identity of the female Doctor by Father's side?"

After his conversation with Tang Song, Shingen Yashida was like an Ant on a hot pan, unable to wait a moment longer. He immediately summoned his Confidant and began an Investigation into the Private Doctor by Ichiro Yashida's side.

"Sumimasen, Lord Shingen, the identity of the female Doctor by the Old Master's side is very mysterious. I used many connections, but I couldn't find out her Origin!"

The middle-aged Subordinate in a Suit knelt in a Dogeza posture before Shingen Yashida.

"Couldn't find out!" Shingen Yashida thought of what Tang Song had said, and a hint of gloom flashed in his heart. "Not being able to find out is the biggest loophole. A Private Doctor's identity being so secretive... he should not have lied to me!"

"Immortality... If the Old Man is really Immortal, then what am I?!

Father, everyone must die eventually. This is fate, it is destiny! If you truly want to defy destiny, then I have no choice but to be sorry!"

Tanaka quietly raised his head, looking at Shingen Yashida's twisted expression, like an Evil Ghost, and his heart trembled. He quickly lowered his head again.

"Tanaka, how is your progress in winning over the Ninjas of the Wind, Forest, Fire, Mountain Clans?"

Hearing Shingen Yashida's words, Tanaka quickly replied, "Lord Shingen, the Ninjas of the Wind and Fire Clans have clearly stated they will support us!"

"How many people can you mobilize?"

"Ah?" Tanaka was startled, then said, "One hundred people is not a problem!"

"Contact the Clan Leaders of the Wind and Fire Clans. Tell them I want to meet them and drink a sworn brotherhood wine!"

"Hai!"

Tang Song was wearing a Robe, sitting on the Sofa in the Hilton Presidential Suite, overlooking the Night View of TV Tokyo.

The woman busy beneath him had changed.

Just then, the Doorbell outside rang. The famous Japanese singer looked up, blinking her pure and innocent large eyes at Tang Song.

Boss Tang stroked her head. "You go back to the Bedroom first!"

The beautiful woman, like pink jade, returned to the Bedroom naked.

"Enter!"

Tang Song closed his Robe and turned around.

Storm Shadow pushed the Door open and entered. "Boss, Shingen Yashida has made a move!"

"What about Mariko?" Tang Song raised an Eyebrow.

"Boss, Miss Mariko has been picked up and is waiting for you in the car downstairs!"

...

Tokyo Bay, Old Yashida Estate. Ichiro Yashida had spent seventy years weaving a web of Influence spanning the Japanese political and business worlds. It could be said that no force in Japan dared to Provoke the Yashida Family.

Even the Yashida Family's Bodyguards firmly believed this, which was why their carelessness led to their deaths.

Ninjas dressed in Black-clothed Ninja suits blended into the night, sneaking into the Old Yashida Estate.

The Ninjas, whose Katana Blades were coated with a poisonous black lacquer, brought the essence of Assassination to the extreme.

The Blade slit the Bodyguard's Throat, one hand covering his mouth, laying him down on the Ground, and dragging him to the side. In the night, the Pitch black Ninja, holding an equally Pitch black Blade, moved towards the next target.

Corners, flower beds, everywhere lay the Corpses of assassinated Bodyguards and Gunmen.

With Shingen Yashida acting as an insider, the Old Yashida Estate was completely Undefended against the Ninjas.

"Let's go in and take a look!"

Tang Song got out of the car, his arm around Mariko Yashida, walking in front. Storm Shadow and Yukio, with two Katanas strapped to their backs, walked behind.

Behind them followed Adam, like a Small Mountain.

Two Red-Clothed Arashikage Ninjas silently opened the Door from the inside. Tang Song walked in front, following the previous bluestone path towards the depths of the Courtyard.

In the flower beds, in the Corners, there were Corpses everywhere.

Walking along, Mariko Yashida's face was filled with disbelief...

"Bang!"

Having walked a third of the way into the Courtyard.

A Gunshot broke the dead silence of the night.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

Intense Gunfire erupted, along with noisy shouting and yelling.

"Lord, there are a large number of Gunmen in the backyard! And over a dozen Mutants! The Intruders are fighting them!"

A Ninja completely wrapped in red clothes quickly came before Tang Song, knelt on one knee, and reported!

"Mutants!" Tang Song lowered his Gaze. "Lead the way!"

"Hai!"

"Shingen, you really disappoint me?"

Shingen Yashida stood between the hall corridors, holding a Katana with both hands.

Several Confidants protected him from behind.

Of course, it wasn't him speaking, but a gaunt Old Man sitting in a Wheelchair.

The Wheelchair, which flowed like Mercury at all times, held Ichiro Yashida, who was wearing a Robe. His face was covered in Age Spots, but his Gaze was still as sharp as an eagle's.

The Black-clothed Ninjas of the Wind and Fire Clans stood behind Ichiro Yashida, silent as statues.

"Father, blame yourself. You forced this. If you want Immortality, then I can never take charge of Yashida!"

Shingen Yashida was covered in Wounds, Gunshots, and knife wounds. Leaning against a pillar in the pavilion corridor, he shouted at Ichiro Yashida almost hoarsely.

"The victor is king, the loser is bandit. I have nothing to say. I didn't expect Tanaka to be someone you placed by my side!

The Ninjas of the Wind and Fire Clans were also arranged by you..."

Ichiro Yashida looked at his dying son, without a hint of warmth in his eyes.

"The potential problem is resolved. Push me to the operating room!"

Ichiro Yashida said coldly to the beautiful female Doctor beside him. To him, his own son was merely a trivial "potential problem".

Shingen Yashida let out a tragic smile, raising the Katana in his hand to stab himself in the Abdomen.

At this moment, a clear Voice suddenly sounded from outside the pavilion corridor.

"Old Mr. Yashida, my previous visit was abrupt, and we didn't get to talk to our hearts' content. It's truly regrettable!"

A figure in white in the dark night, the stylish and handsome Boss Tang, leaning on his Cane, with his arm around Mariko Yashida, walked in from the Pitch black Courtyard.

"It's you!"

Shingen Yashida looked at Tang Song.

Tang Song didn't even spare him a glance. His Gaze was directed towards Ichiro Yashida, and the beautiful Doctor pushing his Wheelchair behind him.

"Mr. Tang, I wonder how the Yashida Family has offended you, to warrant such a large Formation!?"

Ichiro Yashida looked at the group of Red-Clothed Ninjas behind Tang Song and straightened up. The Mercury-like Wheelchair behind him automatically adjusted to his posture, supporting him.

"Old Mr. Yashida, Mariko is my woman. By rights, you are the elder, but for the sake of some trivial Things, it's not good to make such a scene!"

Tang Song extended his hand. A Bodyguard beside him handed over a trimmed Cigar. Tang Song picked up the Cigar, and it Spontaneously Combusted without a flame.

"To avoid father and son killing each other, I have a suggestion. How about handing Yashida over to Mariko? It would be good for everyone!"

Ichiro Yashida's eyes narrowed upon hearing Tang Song's words, then he laughed heartily. "Mr. Tang is joking. I am old and don't have much Time left. My son is unfilial. If I don't leave this family fortune to Mariko, who else would I leave it to?!"

"That's good!" Tang Song puffed on his Cigar, two sword-like beams of Gaze piercing through the White Smoke. "Oh, right, you've also met Logan. I presume two days were enough for you to catch up. I came this time also wanting to take him away. You don't have any Opinion, do you?"

Upon hearing Tang Song mention Logan, Ichiro Yashida's Complexion immediately became very unpleasant.

(end of chapter)