Jiro Hirayama Impersonates a Yamaguchi-gumi Member

Jiro Hirayama's words were like a lit fuse—he was an expert at setting things off!

In other words, even though I brought the medicine, if you take me out, that woman inside is done for—no saving her!

Good, very good!

You’ll soon learn why things get bloody around here!

Cici Grant suddenly realized, "Charles, what’s happening to me? Is there something wrong with that medicine?"

Her exhaustion felt completely off.

She was perfectly fine the last time she woke up!

Why did she suddenly feel so sleepy?

After what happened with Helen Jiang three years ago, Cecilia’s mind was sharper than ever. She instantly figured it out: "Did Clarence tamper with my medicine? But before the surgery, the researchers always run tests and didn’t find anything. That means whoever did it is way more skilled than anyone from Inagawa-kai!"

Charles Yin’s face turned grim. He didn’t want to hide anything from Cecilia, but he also couldn’t bring himself to tell her something so terrifying. He was at a loss for words.

But Cici Grant just smiled and took Charles Yin’s hand. "If it’s fate, I’ll face it. If it’s trouble, I can’t run from it. I’m grateful I get to say goodbye to you while I’m still clear-headed…"

Charles Yin clamped his other hand over Cici Grant’s mouth, stopping her from saying more. "I’m here! I won’t let anything happen to you!"

Half an hour later, someone knocked on the door.

Charles Yin opened the door and saw a tall, slender young man standing calmly outside. He introduced himself, "I’m Jiro Hirayama."

Ha, he’s really got some nerve!

Before Charles could make a move, Jiro Hirayama immediately raised a vial and said, "This is the medicine to ease her symptoms. Without it, she’ll get more and more tired, sleep longer and longer, until…"

Charles Yin quickly stepped aside. "Come in."

Jiro Hirayama strolled in, completely at ease.

Several bodyguards were in the room, some standing, some sitting, cleaning their guns. When Jiro Hirayama walked in, all eyes locked onto him.

Charles Yin had already opened the door to Cecilia’s room. "She’s inside."

Jiro Hirayama tilted his head and glanced at Cici Grant in the room, his eyes flickering. "This medicine only provides temporary relief—it’s not a cure."

In other words, even though I brought the medicine, if you try to take me out, that woman lying inside is really beyond saving!

Charles Yin gave Jiro Hirayama a long, hard look and let him in.

Cici Grant looked up. The tall, thin man with an odd, obsessive look in his eyes gave her a big smile. "I’m Jiro Hirayama."

Cecilia’s lips curled slightly. She pointed to the chair beside her. "Please, have a seat."

Jiro Hirayama obediently sat down, took off his hat, and revealed a mess of short, black hair.

Jiro Hirayama had delicate, almost feminine features. He was so thin he looked downright malnourished.

Cecilia’s gaze landed on his arm, and her eyes narrowed.

His skinny arm was covered in needle marks—it looked downright scary.

Jiro Hirayama loaded the medicine into a syringe, squeezed out the air, grabbed Cecilia’s arm, and injected it.

He really wanted to use this chance to take Cici Grant’s blood, but with Charles Yin standing there, eyes sharp and watchful, he didn’t dare!

"My genes are excellent," Jiro Hirayama said, still a bit unwilling. "My IQ is 158."

Charles Yin narrowed his eyes. "The average IQ in the Yin family is 160."

Jiro Hirayama pressed on, "I’m 180 centimeters tall."

Charles Yin kept narrowing his eyes. "I’m 187 centimeters."

Jiro Hirayama glanced at Charles Yin with a hint of grievance. "I’m still a virgin."

Charles Yin: I’ve already got two sons with her!

After getting the shot, Cici Grant felt much better and steadied herself. "What are you trying to say?"

Jiro Hirayama’s eyes lit up as he looked at Cecilia. "Your genes have both the forbidden drug and the antidote. Your blood is perfect. If you add my genes, we could…"

Before Jiro Hirayama could finish, Charles Yin was already about to punch him!

What do you mean? What do you mean!

Mixing two people’s genes—what’s that supposed to mean?

Jiro Hirayama, though thin, was quick to react. He pointed at Cici Grant and said, "The drug in her system needs to be injected five times to be neutralized!"

As soon as he said it, Jiro Hirayama suddenly clapped a hand over his own mouth.

Damn, he just let the truth slip!

Charles Yin’s mind raced, and he instantly understood what Jiro Hirayama meant!

Cici Grant reacted quickly too, and immediately said to Charles, "I’m fine, I know what I’m doing. Step outside for a moment, I need to talk to him alone."

Charles Yin’s face was still grim, but since Cecilia asked, he couldn’t bear to make things harder for her. He shot Jiro Hirayama a fierce glare, then motioned for the others to leave and walked out himself.

As soon as Charles Yin stepped out, the Yamaguchi-gumi members outside kept bowing and apologizing. "We’re so sorry, Mr. Yin—Jiro Hirayama really isn’t one of us! He’s just Mr. Hirayama’s son, so our ties are a bit closer."

"So you just let him act in Yamaguchi-gumi’s name?" Charles Yin’s face flashed with anger, his eyes narrowed, and his killing intent didn’t fade.

"It’s all a misunderstanding, just a misunderstanding!" The Yamaguchi-gumi intermediary kept wiping his cold sweat. "Even though he’s not one of us, we’ll take full responsibility for this incident! The friendship between Yamaguchi-gumi and the Yin family will never be damaged!"

"Then tell me, who told Jiro Hirayama about my and Cici Grant’s schedule?" Charles Yin was furious, but what he really wanted to know was who betrayed them.

Inside the room, Cici Grant saw the bright, shining look in Jiro Hirayama’s eyes and smiled slightly. "You want my blood and genes? For what? To clone me?"

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The fanaticism in Jiro Hirayama’s eyes grew even more intense. "If I combine my blood and genes with yours, I can create a new life."

Cici Grant:

Researchers really are a bunch of lunatics, but this guy is on a whole other level!

Jiro Hirayama didn’t mind at all. He raised his arm to show Cecilia. "See? I’ve drawn a lot of blood. But none of the women in Japan have the best genes! I even considered white women from Europe and America, but still not perfect! You’re different—your body has absorbed so many compounds, your genes are absolutely the best fit!"

Genes and all that... Sheesh, can we just drop this topic?

Cici Grant frowned slightly and asked, "So how did you find out about me? My situation is top secret—how did you know?"

Jiro Hirayama looked greedily at Cici Grant’s arm and subconsciously asked, "If I answer, will you give me your blood?"

Cici Grant couldn’t help but laugh. "Answer my question first. If you want my genes, you’ll need my approval. You think I’d just give my blood to anyone?"

Jiro Hirayama’s eyes flickered, and he nodded very seriously.

"Someone contacted Yamaguchi-gumi and wanted them to kill you. I happened to be visiting, intercepted the message, and pretended to be one of them to negotiate. That’s when I found out the Inagawa-kai was involved with you too…" Jiro Hirayama explained how he learned about Cici Grant’s situation.

After hearing this, Cici Grant couldn’t help but laugh.

As the son of the Hirayama family, Jiro Hirayama naturally had close ties with the Yamaguchi-gumi and could wander around their inner circles.

That day, someone in China wanted to pay for Cecilia’s death, and another tip came from the Inagawa-kai, saying they wanted to target her too. Jiro Hirayama, making his rounds, intercepted both messages. After investigating, he discovered Cecilia had survived the Inagawa-kai’s forbidden drug three years ago, and now, three years later, they wanted to give her the antidote.

That’s how this biochemical madman got interested in Cecilia. He contacted Clarence at the Osaka branch, asking for a sample of Cecilia’s blood. In exchange, Jiro Hirayama would send a few people to help out.

Clarence never was the brightest. She hated Cecilia, so when she heard someone wanted to go after her, she was all for it. She let Jiro Hirayama tamper with the medicine.

The medicine’s only effect was to put people into a coma—it didn’t really do much harm to Cici Grant.

The reason he said all that to Charles Yin earlier was just to scare him.

He was willing to do anything to get Cici Grant’s blood.

If this medicine was really that powerful, the Yun family’s researchers would have noticed during surgery.

After hearing these explanations, Cici Grant couldn’t help but laugh.

"You just said I still need four more injections?" Cici Grant changed the subject. Jiro Hirayama nodded instinctively.

Cici Grant suddenly realized something. Maybe Jiro Hirayama was truly smart, but IQ isn’t the same as emotional intelligence.

Jiro Hirayama was clearly a mad scientist—his emotional intelligence… well… was seriously lacking.

To test her theory, Cici Grant said, "So that’s how it is. But passing my test won’t be so easy."

Jiro Hirayama replied confidently, "Then go ahead and test me!"

Cici Grant smiled and asked, "Do you know how to play Go?"

Jiro Hirayama jumped up. "Are you insulting my intelligence?"

"No, no, it’s just a test." Cici Grant immediately pressed the phone in the room. "Bring me a Go set."

A moment later, someone knocked and came in, actually bringing a Go set.

Cici Grant looked at Jiro Hirayama and said slowly, "Since you claim to be a genius, I happen to have a rare Go puzzle here. Why don’t you try to solve it and prove your intelligence?"

Let’s see you try to play with me!

My family has countless dangerous Go puzzles in its collection—let’s see how many you can solve today!

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