In a curt tone, he said, "Your... Imperial Army takes notice of you; it's a great honor."
Xu Zhuohua was speechless. The Japanese are all bastards who think with their lower bodies.
She quietly opened the door a crack.
She recognized the dancer; she seemed to be the one Xu Zhuohua had accused of hoarding opium.
When the dancer saw someone open the door, she stumbled over and the Japanese man followed.
The two slammed the door shut, pushing Xu Zhuohua to the ground.
"Baka!"
The Japanese man cursed the dancer, then stood up, his drunken body swaying. He was visibly startled when he saw Xu Zhuohua, then a frivolous smile appeared on his lips.
"So beautiful!"
Xu Zhuohua stood up, supporting her back, and became even more irritated when she saw the Japanese man's lewd smile.
"Get out!"
Instead of retreating, the Japanese pressed on, exclaiming, "Yoshi yoshi, what a spirited woman, I love her!"
Then he said a bunch of things that Xu Zhuohua couldn't understand.
He stretched out his arm and walked towards Xu Zhuohua.
When the Japanese grabbed her wrist, Xu Zhuohua felt so nauseous she wanted to vomit. She struggled desperately and kicked him.
Driven by lust, the Japanese man pushed Xu Zhuohua to the table and opened his mouth to kiss her.
Xu Zhuohua was filled with shame and indignation. She raised her knee and kicked the Japanese man between his legs.
The Japanese man immediately jumped back, squatted on the ground, and screamed in pain while clutching his wound.
Then he reached for the leather armor at his waist and pulled out half of his pistol.
Xu Zhuohua's heart was in her throat.
The next second, a vase smashed on the Japanese man's forehead, and with a bang, white porcelain shards shattered all over the ground.
The Japanese man fell to the ground, his cries growing fainter and fainter.
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