EBE Chapter 151 Resistance
Chapter 151 Resistance
"Uncle, look, those thugs are here again, and this time they're bringing weapons!" A young man hurriedly ran up to a white-haired old man and pointed at a group of ruffian youths not far away.
Those young men held sticks in their hands, and their eyes were full of contempt and provocation towards Chinatown.
"Don't be afraid. We have strength in numbers and they dare not do anything reckless." Although the old man was very old, his voice was firm and his eyes revealed an unyielding light.
At this moment, a sharp power outage sounded, and Toyo Electric Power once again cut off the power supply to Chinatown without any warning.
The lights in the store suddenly went out, leaving only the dim light of the emergency lights, illuminating the angry and helpless faces.
"This is the fifth time this month! What on earth does Toyo Electric Power want to do?" A shop owner angrily threw the merchandise in his hands.
Although these bad youths did not take direct action, the old and young, women and children in Chinatown were still frightened by the scene.
In the past half month, Chinatown has been plagued by frequent power outages and harassment by bad youths. It is no longer as prosperous as it once was. Even Luo Hao's Chinese restaurant has not been spared and seems exceptionally quiet.
Li Yuexiu returned from the hospital and wanted to restart her good life, but the good times did not last long. Chinatown encountered this sudden storm, and she has been worried ever since.
Faced with the police's intentional or unintentional slow response, inaction, provocations from bad forces, and frequent power outages, the residents of Chinatown were pushed to the brink of survival.
In desperation, the neighbors came together and reached a conclusion through democratic voting.
They decided to hold a peaceful demonstration in front of the Tokyo City Hall, aiming to use the power of public opinion to force the authorities to face up to the sudden problems in Chinatown, intervene and eradicate the evil and haze on this land.
This move is intended to attract widespread media attention, make the plight of Chinatown public, and force the Tokyo government's management agencies to take action under the spotlight of public opinion to restore peace and prosperity to Chinatown.
A struggle for survival and hope quietly begins.
The next morning, the sun shone on the bluestone pavement of Tokyo Chinatown, and the air was filled with the faint aroma of soy milk and fried dough sticks. This should have been a day full of vitality and harmony.
However, there was an unusual tension in the streets.
The residents looked worried. The banners and signs in their hands were particularly dazzling in the sun. They were written in Chinese and Japanese: "Maintain the peace of Chinatown, reject violent demolition!"
"Uncle, why doesn't the government care about those hooligans?
Our store has been smashed several times!" A young female store owner anxiously asked an elderly man next to her.
“Alas, the world has changed, but we Chinese must not lose the tenacity in our bones.
Today, we will show the Tokyo government our determination!" The elder patted her shoulder and signaled her to continue moving forward.
The parade moved forward slowly. There were many old people and children in the team. Although their paces were different, the faith in their hearts was extremely firm.
Along the way, many shops closed to avoid being involved in the turmoil.
"You are holding an illegal assembly! Please disperse immediately!" Suddenly, a shrill siren sounded through the air. Several police cars stopped on the side of the road. Several policemen got out and shouted loudly through loudspeakers.
"We ask the government to protect our legal rights and interests. How can this be considered an illegal assembly?" a middle-aged man stood up and asked indignantly.
“Please remain calm, we will convey your demands to the relevant authorities.
But now, please obey the law and do not disturb public order." The police tried their best to maintain order at the scene, but the tense atmosphere still permeated.
At this moment, a group of bad youths suddenly rushed out from the alley next to them, holding sticks and shouting loudly, and rushed towards the parade.
The situation got out of control in an instant, with screams and shouts emanating one after another.
"Everyone, be careful and protect yourselves and your children!" The elders quickly organized the young and middle-aged people in the team to form a human wall, trying to block the attack of the bad youths.
Upon seeing this, the police immediately stepped forward to stop it, but their numerical disadvantage made it seem a bit difficult for them to do anything.
"Stop! You are committing a crime!" a policeman shouted loudly and pulled out his baton.
After a fierce conflict, the bad youths finally dispersed and disappeared.
There were many injured in the parade, and the road was stained with blood.
"We won't give up! We want the whole world to know that Chinatown is not a place that anyone can trample on at will!" An injured old man on a stretcher roared at the top of his lungs.
Although this demonstration received a lot of media exposure, the residents of Chinatown also paid a heavy price and suffered serious setbacks, with many people injured.
However, the final effect was extremely poor. The relevant departments of the Tokyo government continued to turn a deaf ear to the matter, avoided talking about it, and repeatedly passed the buck and shirked responsibility.
It is obvious that Toyo Electric Power has a very strong background. The fact that they dare to take action on Chinatown has already proved that they are confident enough to take over this land.
Late at night, the moonlight is as bright as a silver thread, but it can hardly dispel the gloomy haze that permeates the sky over Chinatown.
Dozens of figures stretched out under the dim street lights, holding cold crowbars and baseball bats, quietly approaching the shops on this ancient street.
These bad young men had distorted faces and violent eyes.
They wanted to vent the anger that had been pent up during the day in the silent night.
The residents of Chinatown were currently fast asleep, unaware of the impending storm.
Those ancient wooden doors and carved wooden windows, seemingly tranquil under the caress of the moonlight, became victims of this unexpected disaster.
With a low roar, the first crowbar slammed hard into the wooden door, instantly tearing the tenderness of the night into pieces.
The items in the store were scattered all over the place by the sudden violence. The crisp sound of broken glass and the dull echo of broken wood intertwined to form a mournful symphony.
The flickering flames were a sign that some flammable materials were ignited. The flames licked the night sky, dyeing the night a somewhat eerie red.
The neighbors were awakened and cried out in fear, but they could only watch helplessly as their hard work was destroyed in the flames and violence.
They either hid in the house, peering at the disaster through the cracks; or huddled in the corner, clenched their hands, praying that all this would end soon.
That night, the residents of Chinatown suffered heavy losses from the vandalism and arson committed by bad youths.
In the following days, the looting and revenge activities of the bad youths not only did not stop, but became more and more intense.
Every conflict seemed like a carefully planned battle, with blood and tears intertwined, dyeing this ancient street red.
The air was filled with a thick smell of blood and despair, making everyone who set foot on this land feel a chill in their hearts.
After experiencing the initial fear and helplessness, the residents of Chinatown began to unite and spontaneously formed patrol teams to protect this land in their own way.