Lin Feng's soul transmigrated to 1940, activating the Guerrilla System (Guerrilla warfare, protracted war, fight to the death against the Japanese devils!).
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Uncle Long slowly opened his eyes, a cold glint flashing in them, a sinister smile appearing on his lips. He said, "Lin Feng, our contest has only just begun!"
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Inside a luxury mansion!
Lin Feng lay on the soft bed, his mind replaying everything that had happened that day. His brow furrowed, and he muttered to himself, "Yamamoto Isoroku's identity is indeed very mysterious. It seems that getting anything out of him won't be easy..."
"No, no, it should be... this guy will definitely tell the truth, but where should I even begin?"
Lin Feng's mind was spinning rapidly.
"Knock knock knock!"
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
Who is it?
Lin Feng shouted, unsure who might be visiting at this time.
"Mr. Lin, it's me!" Yamamoto Isoroku's voice rang out from outside the door. He said, "Are you awake?"
"Yes, I'm awake!"
"Mr. Lin, please wash up and then come downstairs for your meal!"
"Got it!" Lin Feng replied. Then, he lifted the blanket and prepared to get out of bed. However, when he saw his body, he was so surprised that his mouth dropped open. He found that his clothes had been changed. He was wearing a loose t-shirt and jeans.
"Uh... what's going on?" Lin Feng was puzzled, not understanding why his clothes had been changed.
"Mr. Lin, please come down quickly, or the food will get cold!" Yamamoto Isoroku urged again.
Lin Feng quickly got out of bed, washed his face, dressed, and went downstairs. He didn't notice that as he went downstairs, the wardrobe door behind him opened, revealing a note inside.
"Mr. Lin, I'm waiting for you at the door!"
Watching Yamamoto Isoroku's departing figure, Lin Feng frowned, but he didn't think much of it and walked directly downstairs.
When he entered the living room, he saw Isoroku Yamamoto sitting upright on the sofa.
"Yamamoto, you're here. Have a seat!" Lin Feng said.
Yamamoto Isoroku smiled and nodded, then walked to sit opposite Lin Feng and said, "Mr. Lin, is your injury better?"
Lin Feng looked at Yamamoto Isoroku's smiling face and felt a strange unease. He said, "Thanks to you, I've fully recovered!"
Yamamoto Isoroku nodded and said, "Now that you've fully recovered, let's discuss cooperation tonight!"
Lin Feng raised an eyebrow and asked, "Discussing cooperation?"
Yamamoto Isoroku nodded and said, "That's right. This transaction is of great importance. If it succeeds, the Yamamoto family will become even stronger!"
Lin Feng nodded, then pondered for a moment and asked, "What kind of cooperation is it?"
"The dark forces of China, our Yamamoto family will swallow them all up!" Yamamoto Isoroku said, enunciating each word clearly, exuding an aura of absolute dominance.
Upon hearing this, Lin Feng's pupils contracted sharply, and a chill ran through him. He was all too familiar with this kind of aura.
"Yamamoto, are you sure this is what you really think?"
Seeing Lin Feng's unusual expression, Yamamoto Isoroku laughed and said, "What's wrong? Is it not allowed?"
Lin Feng sneered and said, "You're trying to force me into a position. Do you think you can do it?"
"Heh, whether I can do it or not is not up to me, it's up to you. But let me tell you, I, Yamamoto Isoroku, always have 100% certainty when I do something!" Yamamoto Isoroku said arrogantly.
Hearing this, Lin Feng smiled, a playful smile on his face, and said, "Since you're 100% confident, then you should consider the consequences!"
Upon hearing this, Yamamoto Isoroku laughed and said, "I don't know what the consequences will be, but I'm certain that even if you kill me now, I will make you pay a terrible price. Do you believe me?"
Upon hearing Yamamoto Isoroku's words, Lin Feng couldn't help but sneer, saying, "You think your life is worth hundreds of millions of dollars? I advise you to give up that idea!"