Chapter 882: Chapter 707: Last Words To be precise, it’s that Fujimoto is dying.
Everyone is familiar with Fujimoto, but what’s the deal with him dying? Now, let Huai Shi take you through it.
Fujimoto is dying, which basically means Fujimoto is dying. Why is Fujimoto dying? Everyone might be quite shocked, how could Fujimoto die? But that’s the reality, and even Huai Shi feels very surprised.
So, that’s the situation with Fujimoto dying. Doesn’t it feel quite wondrous?
Huai Shi also feels it’s quite wondrous.
Because, damn it, he asked around the whole way but everyone was speaking in circles, and no one had it figured out. Everyone was welcoming him to discuss it together in the comments section.
Discuss what? Speaking in circles?
Huai Shi was almost lost his calm.
It wasn’t until he reached outside the emergency room of the hospital that someone from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police obtained surveillance footage.
Early in the morning, Fujimoto, wearing a mask, came out from a residential house, sneaked around, and after seeing no one was around, got into his van covered with inappropriate graffiti...
"Why is he acting sneaky, like a burglar?" Huai Shi asked subconsciously, and immediately everyone glared at him.
Yo, kid, you need to watch your words.
Calling the boss sneaky, is that really sneaky!
But others suddenly got curious too, as the house in the video was an individual house, while Fujimoto lived in a fancy apartment building, clearly not his home.
They began to question it.
"Should we investigate it?" someone asked.
"Ahem ahem!!!" Yamashita coughed twice hard, looked around, and quietly said, "Boss has a... has a woman outside... Don’t speak nonsense, Madam is quite strict..."
Alright, turns out he was sneaking out to see a mistress, but the thing is after changing clothes and even wearing sunglasses, couldn’t he have switched cars too!
Huai Shi felt a headache coming on.
Probably, after drinking last night, he just drove over while still drunk, not even noticing he was in such a flashy company car.
In the end, it was karma.
Just after crossing an intersection, there was an accident.
Or rather, a premeditated crash.
A truck charged diagonally, ramming the van waiting at the traffic light against the wall. Then, it quickly reversed and crashed into it again.
Finally, a masked driver jumped out, checked the scene, and was shocked to see Fujimoto still able to crawl out from the car wreck.
But after glancing left and right, finding no one around, he pulled out a knife from his coat and stabbed fiercely multiple times, then turned and fled.
"Bastard!!!"
Watching this, the cadres of the Fujimoto group realized this was a preplanned assassination by their enemies!
Unfortunately, the attacker was just some uninformed ordinary person who didn’t know about Fujimoto’s Hybrid identity—the demonic blood often made people violent, but also overly stimulated glandular hormone secretion, making him extremely resilient.
Even with two stabs to the chest, stomach, and heart, he could still hold on until passersby called the police and an ambulance arrived...
"Revenge! We must avenge the boss!"
Shodai, the enforcer head, Ueno’s face turned red, roaring in the hospital corridor, disregarding the place. He kicked over a trash can beside him, shouting angrily, "Where is everyone? Where the hell did everyone die off to! Come with me..."
"Calm down, Ueno!" Yamashita said coldly, "You don’t even know who the other party is, what good will anger do?"
"Fingers."
Huai Shi, next to him, prompted.
Being new, he wasn’t as agitated as the others, focusing on the phone screen.
When everyone looked over, he pointed to the replay in the surveillance footage: "This person, the way he holds the knife is quite strange.
Though wearing gloves, the little finger seems to be missing. Unless it’s a machine operation mishap, it should belong to an Extreme Path, right? His walking posture is off too, the right leg seemed to have been broken and is held by a steel plate, which seems to have just been removed..."
Before he could finish speaking, he saw Ueno’s eyes burning red: "It must be someone from the Tiger King Group! That dog Arisaka Tomoya! I want him dead!!!"
With a clang.
A nurse walking out of the ward was startled, dropping her document board to the floor. Looking at this group of thuggish-looking men, she trembled, speechless.
"The, the patient... said..." She stammered, "Wants to see, see his family... May I ask who is Mr. Fujimoto’s..."
Before she could finish, Yamashita pushed her away and a group of people finally entered the ward, where they saw the doctor with a solemn expression.
"The patient is on the brink of death, everyone prepare yourselves mentally."
"What are you saying? Bastard!" Yamashita roared in fury immediately, rushing up and grabbing the doctor by the collar: "Are you cursing my boss!"
"Yama...shita... Yamashita..."
From the hospital bed came a weak voice; through the oxygen mask, Fujimoto glared with all his strength: "Yamashita! How much more are you planning to embarrass yourself!"
It was unimaginable that a dying person could still speak with such sharpness. After saying that, blood continuously seeped from Fujimoto’s mouth and nose, his body convulsing violently.
The life-support machines made a shrill noise.
Even for a Hybrid, getting critically injured by a car then stabbed in vital areas... surviving until now was already miraculous. Anyone looking at that pale face would know, Fujimoto’s end was near.