Chapter 583: Don't go

A Japanese. Came to see you alone.

It feels like the middle-level Japanese invaders have indeed been replaced. A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger!

If it was Takeo Kishida and the others, they would definitely have called in advance to communicate.

No weapons.

Alone.

Courage.

Immediately went downstairs. Came to see you.

As a result, Zhang Yong knew at first glance that the other party was no ordinary person.

He had been in the business for a few months and had gradually learned some knowledge of people. There was a general standard for judging people.

He couldn't describe what the conditions were exactly, but looking at the other party's cold, thin, dark face, he knew that he was in trouble.

The Hojo family?

The Shiba family?

The Uesugi family?

They seem to be from a powerful family. But they definitely aren't from the Miyamoto family.

The other party looks completely different from the Miyamoto before.

'You, Zhang Yong?'

The Japanese man spoke. His Chinese was mediocre.

Standard 'learned' Chinese. Learned from a teacher. Not a China expert.

It seems that Takeo Kishida and the others, who have been active in China for many years, often deal with Chinese people. Their Chinese is very fluent. There is no trace of learning.

'I am Zhang Yong. How do you do, sir?' Zhang Yong made a gesture of invitation.

First the courtesy, then the threat. He could do it too.

He deliberately invited the other person to come near the three Japanese spies. He watched the three Japanese spies talk.

'Tokugawa Palm.'

'What?'

Zhang Yong was taken aback.

It wasn't Tokugawa. It was Palm.

This Japanese person's name was really strange. What Palm. Tokugawa Palm. Oh, a member of the Tokugawa family.

If this had happened two or three hundred years ago, the Tokugawa family would still have had some deterrent effect. But now, well, disregard. Tokugawa Ieyasu and all that is so outdated.

'I am from the Tokugawa family.'

'Oh, I've heard a lot about you, but your shogunate has been in decline for a long time.'

'Hagya...'

Tokugawa Yezhu couldn't help but curse under his breath.

This Zhang Yong is really a son of a bitch. Every sentence, every word, is so annoying. Killing people is like killing their hearts.

There is no good talk when you meet. You just expose the Tokugawa family's shortcomings when you meet.

Hagah. Amaterasu-Omikami blesses, hurry and let this guy be killed. Be crushed to ashes. Be annihilated in body and soul.

'What are you doing here?'

'Negotiating.'

'Content?'

'Yan Guangkun.'

'Oh. Who is Yan Guangkun?'

'Don't play dumb. Yan Guangkun is what we want to talk about.'

'Oh. Who is Yan Guangkun?'

'Baka! Yan Guangkun! Yan Guangkun! Yan Guangkun!'

'Oh. Who is Yan Guangkun?'

'Baka...'

Tokugawa Yashu gradually became irritated.

Zhang Yong was so annoying. He actually played dumb without blinking an eye. Does he take him for an idiot?

You are from the Fuxing Society, and you don't know Yan Guangkun?

We captured Yan Guangkun alive, and your Fuxing Society didn't do anything? Then I'll remind you!

This person, since we captured him alive, will not be released easily.

Your Fuxing Society must pay a heavy price!

"You withdraw from Tianjin. We will release Yan Guangkun.'

'What?'

'You withdraw from Tianjin, and we will release Yan Guangkun.'

'What?'

'You withdraw from Tianjin...'

'What?'

'Baka!'

Tokugawa Yezhu's anger continued to rise.

The other party was playing dumb again.

I've said it three times. Can't you understand?

I want you Fuxing Society people to withdraw from Tianjin completely and never bother us Japanese again.

In Tianjin, we Japanese are the boss. You outsiders, get lost!

'Just a moment,'

Zhang Yong said, making a gesture. Then he waved his hand in the distance.

Wu Liuqi immediately came running over. Attention. Salute.

'Prepare the law enforcement team.'

'Yes.'

Wu Liuqi turned and went.

Tokugawa Yashu was about to speak, but then stopped. He wanted to see what Zhang Yong was up to.

Soon afterwards, fifteen veterans came over carrying Yingqiqi rifles. They formed a fan shape. They raised their rifles. They were pointing at the three Japanese spies tied around the flagpole.

'What are you doing?'

'Oh, nothing. I've captured three Japanese spies. They're of no use to me anymore. I'm going to execute them.'

'Baka! How dare you!'

Tokugawa Yashiki's brows furrowed.

Japanese spies?

They were their own people?

And they were to be executed in public?

And in front of him?

That was too much.

That was too much!

'I'll give you one minute to say goodbye to them.'

'What?'

'I'm being kind and merciful. You can send them on their way.'

'Baka! You...'

'What? You don't want this chance? That's fine.'

'Zhang Yong, don't go too far.'

'I'm going too far?'

'Damn you!'

Tokugawa Yashu was anxious and angry. He wanted to say something, but couldn't.

Of course, he couldn't show weakness. Otherwise, there would be no way to continue the negotiations.

But if these three were Japanese spies, if they were all Japanese, and if he just stood there and watched them being shot...

Damn it!

This Zhang Yong is really ruthless!

"Ready!'

'Wait!'

Tokugawa Yezhu interrupted hastily.

Zhang Yong's face was expressionless. He looked at the other man askance.

'You can't do this,' Tokugawa Yezhu said angrily, "or else we'll execute Yan Guangkun too...'

Zhang Yong: "Ready! Everyone, fire ten rounds!'

Tokugawa Yezhu: 'You!'

Hurry!

But he didn't know what to say,

and couldn't stop it.

Zhang Yong's cold hand pressed down.

'Pop pop pop!'

'Pop pop pop!'

The guns fired.

The three Japanese spies were instantly turned into a hornet's nest.

Ten Enfield rifles and 150 rounds of ammunition were all fired at the three Japanese spies.

Each Japanese spy enjoyed at least dozens of rounds of ammunition.

It can be described as extremely extravagant.

There was no way around it. The Celestial Empire, the country of etiquette, is just that generous.

This is the atmosphere of a great power!

'You...'

'You...'

Tokugawa Yezu was furious.

He was on the verge of losing his temper. But he dared not. He felt like vomiting blood.

He was surrounded by Zhang Yong's men.

There were guns everywhere. Any moment now, they would rain bullets down on him.

He took a deep breath.

Finally, he managed to calm his anger.

'Zhang Yong, the Japanese Empire will never let you go. I swear it! We will kill you.'

'I know. But you only have ten years. You must hurry.'

'Hagah! What did you say?'

'I said that ten years from now, your Japanese Empire will be completely destroyed. If you want to kill me, you must hurry. Otherwise, once your empire is destroyed, there will be no way to kill me.'

'Hagah! Our Japanese Empire will never be destroyed...'

'Remember, on 15 August 1945, you will announce your unconditional surrender. Toihara Kenji will be tried and hanged...'

'Hagah! Shut up!'

'You should be grateful to me. I have warned you. If you persist in your ways, you will meet the same fate as Toiihara. No. You will definitely not meet his fate. You will definitely not live to see the collapse of your empire.'

'Baka! Aaah...'

Tokugawa Yashu felt like going crazy. The other party was definitely insane.

Only a madman would say such crazy things. And he said them so seriously. A madman. They were all madmen. And he was trying to negotiate with a madman.

Baka...

He was so stupid!

Those people before him were even more stupid. They were hopelessly stupid.

They were defeated by a lunatic.

They were no match for a lunatic. They couldn't even defeat a lunatic.

They were a bunch of losers.

He had to rely on himself. He had to defeat Zhang Yong on his own.

When he returned...

'Goodbye.'

'Don't go.'

'Hmph...'

Tokugawa Yezhu turned around angrily and left.

Then he realised something was wrong. He was being stopped. A group of people blocked him in the middle.

Anger.

Panic.

'Zhang Yong, what are you doing?'

'I told you not to go.'

'What do you mean?'

'Don't go!'

'You...'

Tokugawa Yashu then woke up to the situation. The other party was actually trying to detain him.

He was furious and his face turned red with anger.

How dare the other party detain him! He was Japanese! Who did he think he was?

However, a group of people swarmed up and held him down. He tried to resist. But it was futile. He was no ordinary person. Neither was his opponent.

Anger.

Panic.

'Zhang Yong, in a war between two countries, the envoy is not be executed...'

'Have you declared war?'

'Er...'

Tokugawa Yezhu was suddenly at a loss for words.

Declare war?

How could that be?

It was impossible to declare war. One could only invade surreptitiously...

Crap...

The other side has caught the loophole.

Since there is no declaration of war, there is no such thing as an envoy.

Oh no...

I'm in trouble...

Then I heard Zhang Yong wave his hand and spit out two words:

'Beat him!'

'No...'

Tokugawa Yezhu screamed. Then he was overpowered.

A group of people swarmed up and punched and kicked. They deliberately targeted non-lethal areas. They were all experts at this and were very familiar with the process.

'Ah...'

'Ah...'

Tokugawa Yezhu screamed in pain as he was beaten.

The police officers around him were stunned. Then they secretly felt jealous.

This Zhang Yong really hit him!

And this Tokugawa Yezhu is Japanese!

Executing three Japanese spies was already very terrifying. But Japanese spies are, after all, Japanese spies. They can't be seen in the light of day.

However, the Japanese in front of them are openly identified!

Normally, Japanese people in public positions walk around Tianjin with their heads held high. No one dares to provoke them.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Yong said nothing and just started beating him up.

He really doesn't care about his life...

Isn't he afraid that the Japanese will get him into trouble?

Oh, he's not afraid at all.

How many Japanese has he killed? Does he care about one more?

This Japanese guy deserves it. He's so stubborn. How dare he come in front of Zhang Yong and act up by himself? He really doesn't know how to write the word 'death'.

Although he felt a little uneasy, it was really satisfying to see the Japanese being beaten up.

Serves you right, Japanese!

Finally...

It stopped.

Tokugawa Palm was unable to speak anymore.

Oh, he's been knocked unconscious. He's not dead, but he's already dying.

'Po...'

'Clatter...'

A bucket of cold water was poured over him. He suddenly came to his senses again.

It was the dead of winter. Even though it was daytime, the temperature was very low. The shock of the bucket of cold water was intense.

Even a vegetable would come to life from such a shock.

'You...'

'You...'

'Zhang Yong... I'm not finished with you...'

'You...'

After coming to his senses, Tokugawa Yezhu remained stubborn.

Although he was in a sorry state, he refused to admit defeat.

He said that in his bones, he had the glory of the Tokugawa family. He had the glory of the Edo Shogunate...

He would never surrender. Zhang Yong, don't even think about defeating him!

Don't even think about it!

It's absolutely impossible!

Tokugawa Yezhu tried desperately to cheer himself up.

Zhang Yong waved his hand. He ordered that he be hung up. He was hung up all wet.

It's like the White Bone Demon transforming into a child and being hung up. His arms and legs are bound and he is hung up. His belly sags. His body is bent into the shape of a shrimp.

'Enjoy yourself.'

'I, I, Zhang Yong, I'm going to kill you...'

'Be good. If you can't stand it, make a sound. Make a phone call and you can go back.'

'What do you mean?'

'Don't worry. I'm not going to kill you. So, there's no need to be scared and wet your pants...'

'Who peed their pants? Who...'

Tokugawa Yezhu was both anxious and furious.

He felt that the honour of the Tokugawa family had been deeply tarnished.

No way!

Absolutely not!

How could he have peed his pants...

Who knows, with the combination of anger and the stimulation of the cold water, he really couldn't control himself...

Zhang Yong looked at him askance.

Tokugawa Yezhu's heart sank, and he wanted to die on the spot.

Ahhh...

So embarrassing...

I just want to die...

But it also feels so good.

My crotch is warm...

'But you ruined my plan. You caused my blackmail scheme to fail. You are responsible for this,' Zhang Yong said slowly, 'so you must come up with 1,500 taels of silver before I let you go.'

'How much?'

'1,500 taels of silver. 1,500. Do you understand?'

'Heck no! You're insulting me!'

'Oh? Too little? You're right. You are a descendant of the Tokugawa family, so you can't be that cheap. Alright, 15,000 taels of gold, that's not insulting you, is it?'

'Baka...'

Tokugawa Palm was flustered and furious.

Did I say the amount? I meant money! Money! Money!

You actually insulted me with money!

'15,000 taels of gold. It's a deal. I'll let you go when you pay up.'

'Baka! You can't! You can't! You...'

'Sayonara...'

Zhang Yong waved his hand stylishly. He had learned another Japanese sentence.

There were 99,999 days left until he could pass as a perfect Japanese person...

He went back to his office.

Coincidentally, there was an empty office on the first floor. It had not yet been set up. Zhang Yong claimed it for himself.

It didn't need much setting up. He just moved in a solid wood sofa, a table and a chair, and it was done.

Anyway, the time he spent in the office was numbered.

He called Lin Beiqiu and Liu Huaihong. He was ready to make further arrangements.

Li Boqi hasn't arrived yet?

This old guy must be dillydallying.

But you won't get away with it.

You have to be the director of this department. You have to do it whether you want to or not.

Still thinking about taking a vacation...

In your next life!

'You two, draft two lists.'

'One is for those who are usually proactive and don't play tricks. Down-to-earth.'

'The other is for those who have some detective skills...'

Zhang Yong gave the brief instructions.

In fact, he just wanted to pick out the useful people. And make good use of them.

The police station definitely needed a change of blood.

Before Li Boqi arrived, he would first replace a batch of people.

Draft the list...

Communicate with each other...

Suddenly, he heard someone outside shouting, 'I want to make a phone call, I want to make a phone call...'

Zhang Yong tilted his head to one side. Huh? Looks like a Japanese spy?

Look down at your watch.

Despise.

It's less than thirty minutes!

What?

Can't stand thirty minutes in the cold wind?

What kind of Japanese spy are you!

Lazily came out.

Found that Tokugawa Palm had already been frozen like an ice lolly.

Well, it was a bit hard to bear, being wet and having the cold wind blow on you. The damp clothes had frozen stiff. It really did feel like years.

'Have you thought it over?'

'I...'

'Fifteen thousand taels of silver! Not a single one less!'

'You...'

'What?'

'Can you not talk about money?'

'No!'

Zhang Yong refused flatly.

No money? What then? Information? Get lost!

I don't want any information!

I just want money!

No money?

'Guards!'

'Add a basin of hot water!'

Zhang Yong waves his hand.

Alternating between hot and cold. Amitabha. Good, good.

'No...'

'No...'

Tokugawa Yezhu suddenly crumbled.

Add a basin of hot water? Thawing? And then being frozen again by the cold wind? Then...

Could he still survive?

Damn!

This son of a bitch!

Son of a bitch!

Money...

In the end, he had to give in. Otherwise, he really would have died.

It would have been a laughing stock if word got out that he had been frozen to death for a measly 15,000 taels of silver. He couldn't accept that. He was willing to pay.

'I'll call...'

'I'll call...'