Looking at the smug little life in front of him, he said these words with an arrogant expression.
Wang Jianguo and others were filled with anti-Japanese sentiments, and they even had a feeling of returning to 1943.
"You little devil, do you even know how to write the word 'death'?"
After Wang Jianguo finished speaking, he snapped his fingers and said,
"Teach him!"
Upon receiving this instruction, the smiles on the other team members' faces immediately turned cruel.
"You idiot, what are you doing, you Chinese...?"
Amidst Yoshino Ichiro's roar, a member wielding a cleaver dragged Yoshino Ichiro's son out.
As you hold your hand down, the cleaver falls!
ah!!!!!!!
With a scream, Yoshino Ichiro's son's entire hand was chopped off.
Seeing his son contorting his body in an attempt to alleviate the pain, Yoshino Ichiro immediately roared.
"You Chinese pigs, I'll make you pay the price! Pay the price!!!"
Taking the still-bleeding severed hand from his teammate, Wang Jianguo gave a mocking sneer as he looked at the roaring Yoshino Ichiro.
"Little devil, I have plenty of time today to teach you how to write,"
"Come on, the first stroke of the character for 'death' is this horizontal stroke..."
As Wang Jianguo spoke, he used the severed hand of Yoshino Ichiro's son to write the character for "death"...
With each stroke of the character for "death," Yoshino Ichiro's hatred for Wang Jianguo grew stronger.
Only half of the character for "death" was written when Yoshino Ichiro's son had already lost most of the blood from his severed hand, staring at the broken and disjointed character he had written.
Wang Jianguo's expression immediately turned teasing again.
"This pen is out of ink, I'll get a new one..."
When Yoshino Ichiro saw that the thugs in front of him were about to chop off his son's other hand, he lost his initial toughness and began to soften his stance.
"What exactly do you want?!"
Seeing that this little Japanese soldier actually had family ties, Wang Jianguo chuckled disdainfully.
"Then stop talking nonsense,"
"Where's the cash? Tell me!"
Yoshino Ichiro watched as his son fell into a coma due to excessive blood loss, and his wife fainted from fright.
When has Yoshino Ichiro ever suffered such an injustice!
He vowed in his heart that whoever was behind these bandits, he would make sure that person and their entire family were wiped out.
"The combination to pry open the safe by prying open the third floor tile in the basement is that there are more than 80 million yuan in cash inside!"
Upon hearing this, Wang Jianguo immediately gave a look to his teammate, who then went to get the money.
Just as Wang Jianguo was about to kill Yoshino Ichiro's son in front of him, to teach this little Japanese devil a lesson in what pain really meant,
His brother, Wang Jianjun, came over.
"Jianguo, how is he?!"
After listening to Wang Jianguo's report, Wang Jianjun looked at Yoshino Ichiro lying on the ground with a ferocious expression.
"You little devil, speak up!"
"Whose orders did you take to cut off the Gao Group's food supply?!"
Upon hearing the name Takashi Group, Yoshino Ichiro's expression immediately became excited.
"Are you Gao Ren's people?"
Seeing that the bandits in front of him neither admitted nor denied anything, Yoshino Ichiro could no longer contain his anger and roared...
"Just because I refuse to sell grain to your elder brother, you're pulling this stunt?"
"After what your elder brother Gui Liren did, can he still clear his name?"
Seeing Yoshino Ichiro's endless rambling, Wang Jianjun took the machete handed to him by his teammate and, without hesitation, slashed at his son's leg.
That's not my question!
"If you still don't understand, I might just rip your son's leg off with my next cut!"
Ah!!! Ah!!!
Seeing his son awakened by pain, Yoshino Ichiro immediately spoke.
"I'll talk, I'll talk!"
“Song Changhe told me that as long as I cut off the grain trade with you, he would help me make connections in Southeast Asia!”
Southeast Asia……
Wang Jianjun muttered something to himself, then asked again.
What connections and bridges should be established in Southeast Asia?
"Are you using grain trade as a pretext to distribute goods to Japan?"
Upon hearing this, Yoshino Ichiro immediately shook his head and said,
"no,"
"The bulk goods business is the business of the Yamada-gumi and Yamaguchi-gumi; no one else can get involved!"
"Song Changhe introduced me to tobacco planting, and I wanted to enter the counterfeit cigarette industry."
His elder brother, Gui Liren, is now running a thriving counterfeit liquor business, making a fortune every day.
If we were to venture into the counterfeit cigarette industry...
That's like making two buckets of gold a day! Then the bonuses his older brother gives them must be even higher!
“The plantations in Southeast Asia are all about planting, so how could there be plantations growing tobacco!”
Seeing that Yoshino Ichiro remained silent, Wang Jianjun waved his hand and said...
"Band him up, so he doesn't die!"
"yes!"
Seeing that his son's wound had been bandaged to stop the bleeding, Yoshino Ichiro spoke up.
"I don't know whose plantation it is specifically,"
"All I know is that the owner of this plantation is known as 'Doctor' in Southeast Asia, and he's in the arms trade!"
"The plantation was just one of this doctor's many businesses."
A PhD, an arms dealer...?
Just as Wang Jianjun was pondering, his younger brother came over carrying several large boxes.
"Brother Jun, the money's in hand!"
Looking at the colorful banknotes, Wang Jianjun nodded and said...
"Pack up everything valuable inside the house and take it with you."
As soon as Wang Jianjun finished speaking, Yoshino Ichiro witnessed what it meant for bandits to invade a village...
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