Xiao Chen's expression was serious: "Besides, this guy is different from Xiao Wanli. No matter how brave Xiao Wanli is, he would not dare to have any dealings with the Japanese."
"Otherwise, he would not be able to face the old man even if he died. But Xiao Qi is different. He is the kind of person who only cares about profit."
"That's a problem, but I don't understand it now. Xiao Qi and you have no conflict of interest, so why did he attack you?" Wen Wan asked.
"Let's first check who that so-called Oriental is. If he is Matsudo Daichi, then I will roughly understand what's going on." Xiao Chen said after thinking for a moment.
"Matsudo Tianyi?" Wen Wan thought for a moment, then shook her head gently and said, "I've never heard of this person."
"Maybe you haven't heard of this person, but I'm sure you know Oritano, right?"
"Zhi Tianye?" Wen Wan's pupils shrank slightly. "Kamikaze Camp? Dragon's Lair Project?"
"Yes, his great-grandfather, Oida, is not as famous as those notorious war criminals, but he also caused great harm to China." Xiao Chen nodded.
"He formed a team called the Kamikaze Battalion from the Eastern Divine Arts School and the Nine Chrysanthemum Lineage."
"They tried to destroy China's Feng Shui treasures and ruin China's fortune. They destroyed three Feng Shui treasures, one of which was the dragon vein."
"To this day, those ruined feng shui treasures are still barren."
"Matsudo Taichi, is he Odano's great-grandson?" Wen Wan came back to her senses.
"Yes, it's him." Xiao Chen nodded: "Although he changed his nationality, he is still loyal to his family."
"I'll go find Wu Ming and ask him to retrieve all the information about Matsudo Tianyi." Wen Wan's expression was serious: "If this is true, we must take it seriously."
"Act separately." Xiao Chen nodded.
Abroad, the small mountain village that seemed like a paradise on earth is no longer peaceful.
A large number of private armed forces poured into Xiaomo Village. They were armed and drove the villagers aside.
Then a number of bulldozers drove over and wantonly destroyed the already ripe camellias.
The old men in the village tried to stop them, but were knocked to the ground with gun butts by those vicious people, and then beaten and kicked.
The young man was pointed at with a gun and dared not move.
This season is the season for harvesting black tea.
There are more than a hundred people in the village, young and old, who look forward to this season all year round.
But now their tea fields have been destroyed and the tea trees have been uprooted.
Old Wen clenched his fists tightly, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.
The tea trees in the surrounding villages have all been razed to the ground, leaving only the tea trees in Xiaomo Village.
Because the villagers of Xiaomo Village were unwilling to grow poppies, the nearby armed leader came in person this time.
A dark-skinned Southeast Asian man wearing a red headscarf and smoking a cigar slowly walked up to the villagers.
The man was wearing a leather jacket and had a pistol on his waist. His eyes were like an eagle's, and he looked short and sturdy.
The two men grabbed the grandfather and walked up to the man. The man took a puff of his cigarette and blew the smoke rings into the grandfather's face.
"Why don't you follow the rules?" The man spoke in half-baked Chinese, his tone a little stiff.
"Zaka, the soil here is suitable for growing camellia," Grandpa said. "Our village is small, with less than 200 acres of land."
"We can provide you with high-quality tea, please don't destroy our tea fields."
Zaka was playing with a dagger in his hand. He looked at his grandfather with squinted eyes, and there was obscenity in his eyes.
Suddenly, the dagger in his hand swung out a knife flower and cut towards Ke Gong's left ear.
There was a flash of blood, and Grandpa screamed, staggering back while covering his ears.
One of his ears was cut off by Xhaka.
Everyone in the village became excited, and the young people were even shouting and calling for resistance.
But these extremely vicious private armed forces, armed with guns, were no match for them.
After a few blows from the butts of rifles and some demonstration shots, the young men were knocked down in a short while.
Old Wen tightened his grip on the sickle and was about to move forward.
But Ah Hua on the side desperately held him back.
She shook her head gently at Lao Wen, signaling him not to be impulsive.
Old Wen frowned and suppressed the anger deep in his heart.
Pushing Grandpa to the ground, Zaka threatened the villagers in Laomo dialect.
Then they set a deadline of three days to renovate the land and plant poppies, and then leave.
Several people quickly helped grandpa up and sent him to a hospital dozens of kilometers outside the village.
The tea fields that were once in good condition are now in a mess.
Ah Hua squatted down and, together with some other women, quietly collected the tea leaves that had fallen on the ground into bamboo baskets.
Because there was so much tea in the basket, it was difficult for her thin body to stand up.
Old Wen helped her to steady herself.
"Thank you, Lao Wen." Ah Hua raised her head and smiled at Lao Wen.
Old Wen nodded. Looking at the devastated scene on the mountain, he couldn't help but ask, "Are we really going to plant poppies?"
"Now that Zaka has joined forces with the Sun family's armed forces, it is at the peak of its power." Ah Hua sighed softly.
"There are only about a hundred people in our village, and most of them are old and weak."
"They have hundreds of heavily armed private armies. How can we fight them?"
"They destroyed our fields, beat our people, and forced us to grow poppies. Are we just going to let them bully us like this?" Old Wen was very puzzled.
In his mind, people should be equal and this kind of situation should not happen.
"What else can we do? Just accept it." Ah Hua said helplessly.
"This place is ruled by a new warlord every few years."
"It's extremely difficult for ordinary people to survive here. There's nothing we can do about it."
"Unless." She stood on the top of the mountain, looking into the distance: "Zaka is dead."
"Will the problem be solved if he dies?" There was a strange look in Old Wen's eyes.
"After he dies, someone else will come out to rule, but their internal situation will be chaotic for a while, and during this time, they won't have time to care about us."
Ah Hua murmured, "But how could Zaka die? He has so many people under his command. He is more powerful than any ruler in the past."
"God is watching what we do." Old Wen glanced at the gray sky and said firmly, "They will receive the retribution they deserve."
"I hope so." Ah Hua smiled. "Their bulldozers haven't had time to finish shoveling the flower fields yet."
"Now let's go to the intact fields and harvest as much as we can."
Old Wen nodded gently and silently went with her to harvest.
At night, Zaka armed camp.
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