frightfiction Chapter 1210 That woman must be physically destroyed.
Chapter 1210 That woman must be physically destroyed.
Guo Yingnan rushed over with Xiao Erduo and the others. When they saw the Japanese soldiers' corpses lying haphazardly on the dock, they couldn't help but gasp.
Everyone knew that this little devil was ruthless, but apart from Lian Hu, no one had ever seen Da Bao be so ruthless. This entire Japanese special forces team was sent to hell by Da Bao.
There were a dozen or so survivors, all with broken arms and legs. Da Bao didn't have time to finish them off. Now it's not just about avenging his sister anymore; it's about national and personal vendettas all at once. If the Japanese had only repelled the gang's attack last night instead of annihilating them all, leaving not even a single corpse, Da Bao wouldn't have been so ruthless.
Da Bao held the Miao knife upside down and pulled a pack of cigarettes from Guo Yingnan's pocket. Guo Yingnan quickly opened his raincoat to cover Da Bao. After lighting the cigarette, Da Bao patted Guo Yingnan's shoulder.
"Old Guo, is our boat ready?"
Guo Yingnan nodded; his ship was right at the dock.
"All this gold was transported away, exchanged for grain, and shipped back to the country..."
Da Bao sighed deeply. There was a great famine in the country, and people were starving to death almost every day. He could only do his best to save as many people as he could.
Buying grain is not difficult; the difficulty lies in not having enough large ships to transport it back. Southeast Asia has always had bumper harvests and is just worried about where to export it. Guo Yingnan brought so much gold to buy grain, and together with the 500 million brought by Da Bao, all of this can greatly alleviate the domestic grain pressure.
"Young Master Qin, is it really appropriate for you to keep making me, Old Guo, bear the name of this patriotic businessman?"
Da Bao took a deep drag on his cigarette, the smoke billowing from his nostrils only to be blown away by the sea breeze. He surveyed the dock; only Face Tiger and Little Ears' apprentices were there. Such a secret matter couldn't be handled with the help of other brothers from the gang.
Lian Hu picked them up one by one, dead or alive, and threw them all into the sea. He used their own methods against them, and this was what the Japanese devils deserved.
In the distance, Fujiwara Shizuka and Tachibana Hayako hid behind the cargo. Fujiwara Shizuka covered her mouth tightly, her eyes fixed on Daibao. She had witnessed the massacre from beginning to end.
She never expected that the handsome young man in her eyes was actually a demon even more insane than herself. Her eyes suddenly flashed with a fiery light. Only such a man was worthy of her status as a lady of the Fujiwara family.
Tachibana Hayako, however, was filled with fervor, especially when she saw her master, Shin'u Senbei, have his arms and legs chopped off, and then his head severed with a single stroke. She felt a strange excitement, and at that moment, she experienced an unprecedented climax.
Fortunately, it was raining, and her clothes were soaked, which covered the cold area between her legs. Tachibana Hayako's eyes were burning with desire as she looked at Daibao. If she could spend the night with such a man, she would be willing to die immediately.
After the massacre ended, Fujiwara Shizuka rolled over and sat down, leaning against the cargo, and murmured something.
"I'm going to get my hands on you..."
Tachibana Hayako nodded repeatedly. Her master shared the same thought: he was determined to get his hands on this boy.
Da Bao was unaware that he was being watched by two crazy women. He was also wondering why he hadn't seen Fujiwara Shizuka. Fujiwara Shizuka was number one on his kill list.
After asking a samurai with a broken arm, he learned that Fujiwara Shizuka and her men had already left. This infuriated Daibao. In his mind, ten Ishikawa Akinos were no match for one Fujiwara Shizuka. This woman was the root of all trouble, and Daibao would not be satisfied until he physically destroyed her.
……
The Governor of Hong Kong received the news immediately. He paced excitedly around his office, while Robert and Strauss sat beside him, grinning broadly and laughing heartily.
However, Robert had a concern. He put down his coffee and spoke to the Governor of Hong Kong.
"Sir, among those killed this time was the son of Ishikawa, the leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi. This is probably a problem."
The Governor of Hong Kong stopped and gave a cold laugh.
"Trouble? What trouble? Did you kill him or did I? What does it have to do with the people of our Great British Empire? It was those Chinese who did it. If the Yamaguchi-gumi wants revenge, so be it. It wasn't one of our people who died anyway."
Robert nodded. As expected of the Governor of Hong Kong, he was shrewd and calculating. He had only let slip a hint, and people were already rushing to fulfill his wish.
"This Qin is truly capable. Not only is he rich, but he also has such methods. Sir, we need to have someone investigate his background."
The Governor shook his head.
"I know what your concerns are. Don't worry, Robert, he was definitely not sent by China, because..."
Hong Kong blinked narrowly.
“Even the government of that new country isn’t as rich as him. How could he possibly be from there? He must be a former nobleman from Wall Street in the United States, otherwise he wouldn’t be so wealthy.”
Robert, now that the war is over, all countries are developing their economies, including our empire. The rich will always be in a position of power. I advise you two to be very respectful to this young master Qin.
Because he has so much money, enough to buy the entire parliament. Those scum in parliament, for money, would crush us without hesitation—that's what they call the power of capital.
Robert and Strauss nodded in agreement. At their level, they no longer needed to collect those fees to line their own pockets. Besides, Da Bao was practically the master of Macau. Most Hong Kong people were gamblers, and at least a third of their annual profits went into Macau's casinos—meaning into Young Master Qin's pocket.
Young Master Qin can no longer be described as just a rich man; he is a tycoon.
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After returning to the villa, Da Bao changed his clothes and took a good bath with the water from the spirit well before going to see Zuo Mingyue and the children. He recalled seeing red lanterns hanging on both sides of the street when he returned.
He did the math and realized that today was already the 27th of the twelfth lunar month, and the Lunar New Year was just around the corner. It was a bit too late to go back to Fujian now, so he figured he might as well spend the New Year in Hong Kong with his wife and children.
In my past life, I always heard that Hong Kong's Lunar New Year celebrations were very festive, especially the temple fair at Wong Tai Sin Temple, which I definitely had to experience.
Da Bao called Uncle Qing in and asked him to prepare some festive clothes for the children, including for Cuicui who was recovering in the hospital. He also asked him to buy two cameras so that he could capture the happy moments of Zuo Mingyue and the children and look back on them decades later, which would have a unique charm.