My teacher is Bruce Lee, who dominated Hollywood.

Chapter 102 The "Qinglan Society" Hidden Behind the Scenes

Chapter 102 The "Qinglan Society" Hidden Behind the Scenes

The bustling cityscape of Hong Kong Island is reflected in the waters of Victoria Harbour, but inside the executive suite of the Peninsula Hotel, the atmosphere is somewhat tense.

The curtains were drawn tightly shut, keeping the noise out.

On the coffee table were piles of documents, black and white photos, and several photocopied ledgers.

The Han family members sat in a circle, patiently waiting for the last piece of the puzzle to arrive.

"Thump, thump, thump."

There were three rhythmic knocks on the door, and the people inside all looked up at the same time.

Andrew was closest to the door, so he quickly walked over, checked through the peephole, and then unlocked the door.

Standing outside the door was Xiang Huaqiang.

The future film mogul had beads of sweat on his forehead, and his suit jacket was draped over his arm, indicating that he had run all the way to the room door.

"Mr. Qin, Mr. Li." He didn't even bother to wipe his sweat. After entering the room, he locked the door behind him and placed the file folder covered by his suit jacket on the coffee table. "I have accomplished my mission."

"In the past few days, we've used all our informants in Kowloon Walled City and even had a few brothers who speak Japanese infiltrate the Yamato Foods warehouse."

"These Japanese are hiding their true colors too well," he said, patting the file folder. "Many of the deliverymen and salesmen at Yamato Foods are not ordinary employees at all."

Qin Han handed Xiang Huaqiang a cup of herbal tea, gesturing for him to speak slowly.

Xiang Huaqiang took the water glass and gulped down two large mouthfuls: "We found something suspicious in their locker room. It wasn't noticeable when they were in uniform, but once they took their clothes off, many of them had tattoos. And—"

He held up his left little finger and gestured: "At least half of them have missing little fingers."

"I'll cut off my finger as an apology." Qin Han took a deep breath, and just as he expected: "The Yamaguchi-gumi."

This is Japan's largest yakuza organization, with a strict hierarchy and ruthless methods.

Ordinary commercial companies would never hire someone like this to deliver sushi.

"That's right." Xiang Huaqiang nodded, his expression solemn. "After confirming this identity, we followed the clues and found out a superior they had been frequently in contact with during this period."

He pulled a photo out of the file folder: it was taken secretly at the entrance of a nightclub. The light was dim, but you could still see a burly, bald man with his arm around a hostess, a wicked smile on his face.

"This guy's name is Onizuka. He's an import and export businessman, but he also has another identity—a senior instructor at the Kyokushin Kaikan in Japan."

Bruce Lee had been sitting silently on the sofa, but upon hearing the words "Kyokujin Kaikan," his gaze immediately fell upon the photograph.

"Someone from Mas Oyama?"

"He was not only a follower of Mas Oyama, but also one of the most radical ones," Xiang Huaqiang added. "I found an old man in the walled city who used to be a translator for the Japanese, and he recognized Onizuka."

"This guy is a 'military' member of the Kyokushin-kai, a fanatical militarist."

"It is said that ever since Mr. Li's 'Fist of Fury' was released, this evil family has repeatedly claimed that Mr. Li's Jeet Kune Do is 'a chaotic street brawl,' and that this movie is an insult to Japanese martial arts."

"He once declared that he would give Mr. Li a punishment he would never forget."

"Sanctions?" Bruce Lee sneered, his knuckles cracking. "If they can't win in the ring, they resort to these underhanded tactics? Is this their so-called Bushido spirit?"

Qin Han reached out and gently placed his hand on his master's shoulder, signaling him to calm down: "Master, this is no longer a simple martial arts feud. If it were just about a fight, and Ishii Hiroki lost in the ring, this matter should be over."

"Using the Yamaguchi-gumi requires far more power than a martial arts organization could handle." He turned to Andrew, who was busy organizing documents: "How's the investigation into the financial network going?"

Andrew pushed up his glasses: "Qin, you guessed right. Yamato Foods is just a company that manipulates accounts."

He took out his pen and drew a few circles on the report: "Their accounts are beautifully done, but they can't stand up to scrutiny."

Through our connections at Citibank, we were able to trace the source of their funds.

"Their funds were transferred twice, once in Singapore and once in Kuala Lumpur, and the source of the remittances was a company called Iwasaki Heavy Industries."

"Iwasaki Heavy Industries?" Qin Han frowned. "Isn't that the core company of the Mitsubishi Group? The one that does shipbuilding and heavy machinery?"

"Yes, that's Mitsubishi, the company that produced Zero fighters for the Japanese Navy. Even more interestingly, Iwasaki Heavy Industries is currently the largest financial backer of a newly emerging right-wing group in Japanese politics."

Andrew drew a star on a Japanese newspaper clipping at the bottom of the document, with the title: "Seirankai".

A name that no one had ever seen before.

"This is a newly formed faction within Japan's Liberal Democratic Party (LDP) this year, whose members are mostly young, radical lawmakers," Andrew explained. "This group has formed a blood oath, advocates revising the pacifist constitution, rearming, and clamors for restoring Japan's 'leadership position' in Asia."

"I reviewed their recent public statements. Spokespersons for this group have repeatedly criticized Hong Kong films, especially kung fu films, in public."

They believe that the rise of such films in Southeast Asia has incited strong anti-Japanese sentiment and damaged the image of Japanese companies as leaders of Asian civilization, which they have painstakingly built, calling it a cultural cancer that must be removed.

All the clues were finally pieced together at this moment.

The feud within the Kyokushin Kaikan is the catalyst; the Yamaguchi-gumi's execution is the knife; and wielding this knife is a powerful right-wing force in Japan—the Seiran-kai.

"They're scared." Bruce Lee suddenly laughed, his smile devoid of any fear, only boundless contempt: "They're not afraid of my fists, nor of Jeet Kune Do. They're afraid of me standing on the screen, afraid of audiences all over the world seeing that Chinese people can trample their proud karate underfoot."

Qin Han's tone grew increasingly cold: "To resort to such a third-rate method of drugging when you don't dare to kill openly is truly despicable."

He walked to the coffee table and placed the lab report on MA0Is and the Iwasaki Heavy Industries' cash flow chart side by side: "Hmph, to harm my master alone, they didn't hesitate to drug the entire crew. They're utterly depraved!"

"Han, now that we know who it is," Bruce Lee abruptly stood up, his shirt taut from his muscles, "what are we waiting for? I'll take some men right now and drag that bastard family out! Whether it's the Green Lan Society or the Yamaguchi-gumi, in Hong Kong, I refuse to believe we can't deal with them!"

"No!" Qin Han quickly walked up to Bruce Lee, looking directly into his angry eyes: "Master, if you lead your men in and make a scene, or even cause deaths, then you'll really fall into their trap."

"Everything is just our deduction. Once things escalate, it will all come down to who shouts the loudest."

"In Hong Kong, we might be able to control public opinion, but what about internationally? If the Japanese control the narrative and claim that we're abusing our power in Hong Kong, will your films still be able to be shown in Europe and America?"

Bruce Lee's chest heaved violently, clearly indicating that he was trying his best to suppress his anger.

"So we're just going to put up with this?" Xiang Huaqiang, young and impetuous, was clearly also somewhat aggrieved. "Mr. Qin, just say the word, and our organization can do it for you. We will never expose you—"

Qin Han reached out and patted the passionate young man on the back twice, his mind churning with thoughts.

His gaze seemed to pierce through the hotel window, looking towards the distant East, all the way to the other side of the Pacific Ocean.

The Seiran Association — Iwasaki Heavy Industries — This is definitely not just a matter for the Japanese.

As someone from the future, he was all too aware of the significance of the year 1973.

Japan's economy is now booming, and it seems invincible, poised to recapture its former imperial glory.

But Qin Han was as clear-headed as a mirror—the backbone of this country had been completely broken under the two mushroom clouds of 1945. No matter how fiercely it barked, it was nothing more than a watchdog wagging its tail and begging for mercy.

Before long, once the Plaza Accord is signed, Japan's so-called economic miracle will collapse rapidly, plunging into the "lost thirty years."

In a country where politics and military affairs are so deeply emasculated, a right-wing organization like the "Qinglan Society" must have a powerful American backer.

Without the tacit approval or even covert support of the "owner" holding the dog on a leash, how could they dare to carry out transnational assassinations in British colonies?

It seems that the existence of the master is not only embarrassing for the Japanese martial arts world, but also unsettling for some of their white masters.

After all, Hollywood's "witch hunt" only ended a few years ago, and even Chaplin hadn't returned to the United States yet!

Bruce Lee's rise represented not only a kung fu craze, but also a spirit of resistance from the Third World, a symbol of Chinese people no longer bowing their heads.

Under the Iron Curtain of the Cold War, such highly inflammatory cultural symbols would definitely feel like a thorn in the side for some white elites who are accustomed to the hegemony of the Anglo-Saxon clique.

However, this is the most interesting thing about America:

On the same land, among those in a dominant position, there are both those obsessed with "fire prevention, theft prevention, and protection from the scourge of pornography," and businessmen like Bill who believe "money makes people family."

We must go back as soon as possible, mobilize all resources, and find out who is the person holding the "Qinglan Society's" dog leash.

"Of course we must retaliate, but we cannot set up the battlefield in Hong Kong. Instead, we must return to the United States and use the resources at our disposal to set up the battlefield in Japan!"

"Back to America?" Xiang Huaqiang was taken aback.

"Yes, back to the United States. There, we can leverage the media, Hollywood's big capital, and our friends at the Pentagon to help us."

For Bill, exchanging Japanese lives for greenbacks was undoubtedly a worthwhile business deal.

"Brother Xiang." Qin Han looked at Xiang Huaqiang.

"Mr. Qin, please give your instructions."

"Keep a close eye on Daiwa Foods. Don't take any action, but record their every move. If any key personnel leave Hong Kong for the United States, notify me immediately. Just name your budget."

"I can't accept the money!" Xiang Huaqiang waved his hands repeatedly, his expression resolute. "This is for the honor of the Chinese people. I, Xiang Huaqiang, know what righteousness is! Mr. Qin, if you give me money, you're disrespecting me!"

Looking into his determined eyes, Qin Han didn't mince words and nodded solemnly: "Okay, I'll be waiting for you in Los Angeles. You're welcome to come anytime."

He then turned to Andrew: "Book the earliest flight for tomorrow, we're going back to Los Angeles. But Andrew, you need to stay in Hong Kong for a while longer to complete a few tasks."

"First, we need to speed up the preparations for the release of 'Fist of Fury' and 'Enter the Dragon' at Golden Harvest."

"Secondly, I have an address here." He handed Zhao Zhi the slip of paper: "Draft a contract and take it there. After she signs it, send her to Shaw Brothers for an audition."

Andrew's face immediately fell: "Qin, although I work for Han's, I'm still a member of Golden Harvest! You want me to send someone to Shaw Brothers?"

"Boss Zou will definitely break my legs!"