Chapter 23: USD

Japanese ronin are actually not that fierce.

Very often, they rely on the Japanese swords in their hands to scare people.

It is not impossible that some of them are masters. But there are definitely not many masters.

At least, there are none in front of you.

Once they really fight, their true colours will immediately show.

The Japanese swords that seem so intimidating are no match for planks, sticks, and spears.

The four ronin were quickly knocked unconscious.

They were all bruised and battered, and were dying.

The police academy students were fighting fiercely. They were like newborn calves not afraid of tigers, and just swung their sticks.

The team leader even got involved personally, so what did they care?

Fortunately, no one was killed.

'Baka!'

'Baka!'

Fumio Kishida was both anxious and angry.

At this moment, Li Boqi came forward, squeezing out a sinister smile.

It was as if he had just seen Kishida Fumio.

'So it's Mr. Kishida, what are you doing here?'

'You...'

Kishida Fumio's mouth was bleeding.

He was caught off guard and Li Boqi took the upper hand, causing him to be seriously injured.

However, he was also a ruthless person. In this state, he didn't even immediately retreat. He even squeezed out a miserable smile.

He deliberately lowered his voice, unabashed in his glee,

"I heard that something very important was stolen from your country, haha...'

'You stole it, didn't you?'

'Do you have any evidence?'

'There will be.'

'I'm telling you, you'll never find the box of fiat currency! Never! Haha!'

Fumio Kishida shouted hysterically.

He admitted that it was the Japanese who did it. But so what?

Can you catch the person?

Can you get the currency back?

Haha!

Li Boqi nudged.

'Throw it out!'

'Yes!'

Zhang Yong immediately came forward and grabbed Kishida Fumio.

Kishida Fumio tried to struggle, but was beaten again by Zhang Yong. He aimed for the lower abdomen. This kind of beating does not cause external injuries. It only causes internal injuries.

'Hagah...'

'Hagah...'

Kishida Fumio finally ran out of strength to struggle.

Zhang Yong dragged him outside the blockade like a dead dog. Then he threw him hard.

Li Boqi was not afraid. He was not afraid at all.

He was a time traveller. And he had a system. How could he not kill a few Japanese?

The other four Japanese ronin were also thrown out.

Zhang Yong just stood guard at the blockade.

If they dared to come in, they would be beaten up. No one could do anything.

'Baka...'

Kishida Fumio cursed indistinctly.

Zhang Yong went up and gave him a big ear-slap.

I told you to curse!

For every curse, a slap.

'Baka...'

'Pat!'

He did as he said.

You dare to curse, I dare to hit.

Finally, Fumio Kishida was silent. He fainted.

Come back.

Li Boqi's face was solemn.

Fumio Kishida was arrogant. It shows that the other party was well prepared.

How did the Japanese manage to steal a box of currency without boarding the ship?

Did the Japanese do it?

Did the Japanese hire a thief?

It's possible...

It's troublesome...

There are more than 800 people on the cruise ship. Many of them are foreigners.

Searching everyone's luggage would be very simple. However, even an idiot knows that a thief cannot appear with the currency in an open and aboveboard manner.

There must be some special method. One that can go unnoticed...

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'Team leader, the people from the police station are here.'

'I know.'

Li Boqi's face grew even more unpleasant.

Wusongkou Wharf was not originally under the jurisdiction of the police station. Why did they have to interfere?

It was obvious that the Americans did not trust the Chinese. They had directly asked the police to investigate.

The American in charge of transporting the currency was called William. He was a heavyweight in the concession's Public Works Department. The Japanese did not dare offend him lightly either.

Like the Japanese, these Americans also looked down on the indigenous Chinese. Unless they had studied abroad and had been exposed to Western culture. But unfortunately, Li Boqi was also indigenous. He didn't speak English either. And he hadn't studied abroad.

'Zhang Yong!'

'Yes!'

'You can communicate with the foreigners!'

'Okay!'

Zhang Yong nodded.

He still knew a little English. Although not much.

However, he never had the chance to use it. No one had seen them from the Lixingshe.

The lead constable was called John, and he was British. He was the chief constable.

There were also two Chinese constables. One was called Li Yuanqing. The other was Zhu Yuan.

John and William were in charge. Kong Fansong was also involved. He was also from the Kong family. He was in charge of receiving the legal tender this time.

Li Yuanqing was carefully checking the situation at the pier. Zhu Yuan was walking towards Zhang Yong and the others.

'This case has been taken over by our constabulary.'

'We are from the Secret Service of the Lixing Society.'

'The Japanese are most likely behind this. Do you dare to mess with the Japanese?'

'Yes,'

Zhang Yong replied with a single word.

What was there not to dare? Not daring is the same as being afraid!

But as it turned out, if you push a bald man too far, he can fight the Japanese to the end. He didn't surrender.

Although they were routed and suffered heavy losses, they never surrendered. The Japanese were at their wit's end. They were deeply mired in the quagmire of war and unable to extricate themselves. They exhausted the country's resources.

In the end, they had to provoke the British and American powers for resources. Then they were beaten and could no longer take care of themselves. Within a very short period of time, they were on the path to destruction.

It's hard to say about the Japanese navy. Basically, the elite of the Japanese army was depleted on the Chinese battlefield. The veterans are basically all dead.

'Come on, you guys, you still dare to provoke the Japanese!' Zhu Yuan sneered.

Zhang Yong really wanted to slap him.

You're also Chinese. What's the point of saying something like that?

Do you feel superior because you're a constable?

I'm annoyed. I really want to punch the other guy...

Maybe it's due to the system, but he's becoming more and more violent. He wants to slap people in the face at the drop of a hat.

Suddenly, his eyes flashed.

He noticed that several hidden Japanese had arrived on the nearby pier.

They are all dressed as dock workers. Judging by their attire, they seem to be cleaners. They are preparing to go out to sea to clean the barnacles from the bottom of the ship.

Some trivia: every ocean-going ship has to have its bottom cleaned after entering port. There are two types of cleaning: major and minor. Major cleaning involves entering a dry dock. The ship is drained of water. It is completely exposed. Then the bottom of the ship is scraped all over. The main purpose is to remove barnacles and other attachments. The scene is pretty terrifying. If you have claustrophobia, I don't think you'll be able to watch.

A minor cleaning involves the boat not entering the dry dock, but being moored at the pier, and workers cleaning the surrounding area in small boats. The main target is also barnacles and other attachments. It's considered a minor task. It's mainly for the aesthetics of the ship's side. After all, it's a cruise ship. If it's dirty, it doesn't look comfortable.

But would the Japanese do something like this?

They appeared disguised as dock workers, and they definitely had an ulterior motive.

They remained calm.

They observed silently.

'Go back!' Zhu Yuan continued.

'It's none of your business.' Li Boqi's face darkened. 'It's none of your business either. We'll investigate the case on our own.'

'Good, you've got spirit!' Zhu Yuan gave him a thumbs-up. 'You know about the reward, right?'

'What reward?' Zhang Yong seemed to be particularly sensitive to the words money, reward and prize.

He immediately perked up at the news.

'You don't even know about this. How can you investigate!' Zhu Yuan sneered, "An American reward. 5,000 US dollars! Just get the legal tender back and you'll be rewarded 5,000 US dollars!'

'That much?" Zhang Yong was deeply surprised. At the same time, it seemed like he had been given a shot of adrenaline.

5,000 US dollars!

5,000 US dollars in 1935!

It was definitely not a small amount!

In those days, the US dollar was still based on the gold standard. It was very valuable.

What can I say? With 5,000 US dollars, you can build a fighter plane! You can buy ten of the most common Ford Model T cars!

Yes. It was that valuable.

No wonder everyone was jealous.

'Can you get it?' Zhu Yuan said with a sneer.

'No,' Zhang Yong shook his head.

5,000 US dollars!

It's worth much more than 50,000 French francs!

It's promising!

No more words were spoken. They silently stared at the disguised Japanese.

I hope it's all on them...