Kenji Iwai and Hidemi Matsudaira watched Ning Zhiheng leave before turning around and getting into their own cars.
As the vehicle moved forward, Kenji Iwai asked softly, "Matsudaira-kun, what do you think of this Fujiwara-kun?"
Matsudaira Hidemi nodded and solemnly replied, "I must say, Fujiwara-kun's demeanor and temperament are worthy of his illustrious status. Moreover, he is knowledgeable, eloquent, and highly literate, and his attitude is kind and composed. Talking with him is like being bathed in a spring breeze. I am completely impressed by him. No wonder Duke Fujiwara presented him with a sword in public and regarded him as a direct descendant."
Iwai Kenichi nodded in agreement. He also had a high opinion of Chairman Fujiwara and said with a smile, "I didn't have the chance to get to know him before, but I think now is a very good time. Matsudaira-kun, Chairman Fujiwara greatly admires your talent. You should come here often to befriend him. Our Iwai Mansion needs such an ally."
Matsudaira Hidemi nodded in agreement: "Yes, sir! I will do my utmost to befriend this person and promote exchanges between the Fujiwara Company and the Iwai Mansion."
Iwai Kenji pondered for a moment, then said, "Here's what we'll do. Starting today, you'll be the publicity officer for the mansion, mainly in charge of external publicity. You'll also be in charge of several of our newspapers and magazines. Do a good job, and you'll have a bright future!"
Iwai Kenji had always had a good impression of Matsudaira Hidemi and valued him highly. However, some time ago, due to Tsuchihara Keiji's suspicion of Matsudaira Hidemi, although Iwai Kenji was unwilling to investigate for various reasons, he was still suspicious in his heart and dared not give Matsudaira Hidemi a more important position.
Seeing that Fujiwara Tomohito and Matsudaira Hidemi were getting along well, Iwai Takei finally decided to give Matsudaira Hidemi a chance, allowing him to gradually get involved with the management of the Iwai Mansion, in order to show his regard for Matsudaira Hidemi.
As Hirayama Jiro watched Ning Zhiheng's convoy depart, he himself had no vehicle to follow. He could only set off for the gate of the Fujiwara Company, where he would once again lie in wait for an opportunity to strike.
But just as he turned a corner, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking his way.
Hirayama Jiro was startled. He reacted quickly, dodging to the side while reaching into his robes with his right hand.
In the past few days, his photo has been plastered all over the streets and alleys of Shanghai, newspapers and magazines. The Fujiwara Company has offered a high reward for the capture of the assassin. Hirayama Jiro's nerves have been on edge. If he is not careful and his whereabouts are discovered, what follows will be an endless manhunt. So when he noticed that something was wrong, he reacted quickly.
But the person opposite him was faster. He rushed to his side and crashed into him. The powerful impact caused Hirayama Jiro a sharp pain in his chest. Before he could even draw his pistol, he was knocked off balance and fell against the wall behind him.
The person opposite him then pressed forward again, and with a single kick, his left foot struck out at Hirayama Jiro's right arm.
Hirayama Jiro had no choice but to pull out his right arm to block the opponent's attack, but the opponent's attack was very strong. As soon as he made contact, Hirayama Jiro felt his right arm go numb and was knocked down again.
Hirayama Jiro was an excellent marksman, but his hand-to-hand combat skills were only average. His opponent, on the other hand, was far superior in combat and caught off guard, leaving him with no chance to fight back. He didn't even have time to draw his pistol.
Hirayama Jiro had no choice but to roll to the side, grabbing the wall to steady himself. But a large hand grabbed his collar, followed by a back throw. Hirayama Jiro's body was like a sack of potatoes, flung high into the air and then slammed heavily to the ground. Hirayama Jiro couldn't help but let out a muffled groan, feeling as if his internal organs had been displaced. His body went limp and he collapsed to the ground.
But his opponent didn't stop attacking. He kicked him hard in the abdomen again. The swift attack made a muffled thud. Hirayama Jiro's body was kicked backward. He felt like his body wasn't his own anymore. He screamed in pain, clutching his abdomen and curling up like a shrimp. He had no strength left to fight back.
The person opposite slowly squatted down, looked at Hirayama Jiro, reached out and turned his face to face, examined him carefully, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
"Lord Hirayama, it really is you!"
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