"Boss, I’m sorry, boss."
Hearing this, Yamashita’s eyes instantly reddened, kneeling by the bed. Everyone else around did not dare to speak further.
Fujimoto was clearly arranging his affairs.
In his final moments, the man reached out, weakly grasping Yamashita’s hand: "Don’t, don’t seek revenge. This is all... retribution... my retribution. I became too arrogant... dared to get involved in the private affairs of the Five Kings..."
He panted heavily, forehead flushed, and his three ghostly horns were so red they seemed about to bleed, yet unbelievably, his pupils brightened, roused from the stupor.
A flicker of life before death.
He held onto Yamashita’s hand tightly, staring at him with wide eyes, struggling to breathe: "Yamashita, you are my sworn brother, your character... I trust you the most. In the future, make sure not to... act on your own."
"I will, I definitely will."
Yamashita nodded repeatedly, unable to control his sobs: "Please, brother, rest assured, I will definitely expand the Fujimoto Group, and not let down your expectations..."
"Good, very good."
Fujimoto let out a sigh of relief, almost as if smiling, blood began flowing in the oxygen mask: "In the future... the position of president of the Fujimoto Group, give it to... give it to... Huai Shi."
Deathly silence, sudden and unexpected.
Everyone in the ward froze, no one spoke, just the monotonous beep of the machines, they turned back incredulously, looking at the man who was quietly eating a banana from the fruit basket by the door.
Huai Shi was dumbfounded.
He was completely thrown off.
There was no time to discard the banana peel in his hand, he looked at Fujimoto in confusion: Brother, did you hit your head? You’re messing up even when giving your last words?
"Yamashita’s pronunciation isn’t ’kaishi’!"
Is this your PE teacher’s negligence, or your Chinese teacher’s downfall? I just joined your organization today, don’t make things up, okay!
"B-brother... what did you say?"
"Nothing, did you hear clearly..."
Fujimoto panted heavily, "I said, from now on, Huai Shi is the leader of the Fujimoto Group, and the Fujimoto Group, will be renamed Huai Shi Gang, did you hear me? Do you... intend to go against my wishes?!"
On the hospital bed, the man covered in blood raised his head, staring intently at their faces, his black pupils contracting into a tiny dot, looking deeply sinister.
"B-brother, this... Huai Shi is still too young." Fujimoto Group’s junior high, Takase spoke up: "Why not..."
Fujimoto wearily closed his eyes, patting Yamashita’s hand.
Bang!
A tremendous noise, like an iron hammer, struck everyone’s hearts.
It was Yamashita, turning around, pulling out the gun from his pocket, aiming it at Takase’s face, and pulling the trigger without waiting for that puzzled expression to respond.
In an instant, blood splattered, Takase fell backward.
Everyone was stunned in place.
Including Huai Shi.
Yamashita remained expressionless, just lowered his raised arm, not caring about the bloodstains on the sleeve of his suit.
"The boss’s intentions have been made very clear." This thin middle-aged man looked around at everyone’s faces: "Who agrees, who opposes?"
Huai Shi wanted to say he opposed.
But looking at the gun in Yamashita’s hand, and his bloodshot eyes, wisely swallowed words back without speaking.
Thus, the matter of the Fujimoto Group’s second leader Huai Shi’s swift rise gained unanimous approval and affection from everyone, passing on the spot!
Soon, at Fujimoto’s indication, everyone left.
In the ward, only the dying Fujimoto, Huai Shi, and... Takase’s corpse on the ground remained.
Fujimoto painfully lifted his hand, pointing to his personal belongings nearby.
"The phone password... is 666666, after I die, contact... Green, Green Day..." Fujimoto rasped, "They will definitely... help you..."
Huai Shi was utterly lost.
Being looked at with that kind of pleading and hopeful gaze, suddenly becoming the second leader of an Extreme Path Organization, yet still just a filmmaker, was completely beyond his reaction.
"No, brother, can’t you choose someone else?" He glanced around, lowered his voice, and whispered: "I-I’m an undercover agent... I really didn’t plan to do this!"
Fujimoto wasn’t surprised, not even angry.
"I know, I figured it out... but I didn’t say, no one, no one said..."
Under his blood-stained oxygen mask, Fujimoto’s mouth twitched, as if smugly smiling: "Huaizhi-kun, what man wouldn’t want to be a male star?"
"Don’t talk nonsense now, brother, we’re talking about undercover!"
Huai Shi widened his eyes, feeling increasingly bewildered, unable to figure out how he had blown his cover.
"Are you... an idiot?" Fujimoto slightly shook his head, examining the face before him, sighed tiredly: "Because in your eyes, there’s not a trace of hatred."
That guy Tanaka brought in felt problematic, he had sensed it vaguely for a long time.
When Huai Shi mentioned Green Day, he more or less understood.
Clearly, he felt this guy might be undercover, yet unexpectedly, he couldn’t summon any hatred.
Green Day’s people didn’t notice, but he saw: Huai Shi walking out of Elsa’s Home that time, head lowered, hiding that about-to-cry expression...
"I’m begging you, Huai Shi-kun, I beg you."
He gripped Huai Shi’s hand tightly, using all his strength, repeating over and over: "I beg... everyone is up to you..."
Huai Shi was dazed, feeling the hand holding his gradually losing strength.
Finally, amidst the sharp tone of the heart monitor losing its rhythm, Fujimoto took his last breath, his dimming empty pupils reflecting the young man before him.
Until Huai Shi lowered his head, nodding firmly.
"Don’t worry." He promised in a low voice: "I will save you all, I definitely will."
No response.
Only the last trace of consciousness quietly faded away, never to return.