Chapter 25: The Japanese Send a War Post
Takahiro Sakai was shocked. He stepped on the brakes and stopped.
This foolish decision caused him to lose his last bit of life. Dian Wei, who had descended from the sky, slowly walked towards him with a ferocious expression.
The rain fell on Dian Wei's face. His black hair covered one of his eyes, and the other eye shone with a terrifying red light.
He was like a peerless demon.
Dian Wei grabbed the bottom of the car and used force. The entire car rolled out. He actually used brute force to flip the car over.
Bang!
Dian Wei held a steel shield in his left hand and smashed it on the car. The car was as fragile as a piece of tofu.
Under Dian Wei's crazy smashing, the car was deformed and turned into a piece of scrap metal.
Sakai Takahiro was already on the verge of tears. While Dian Wei was smashing the car, he quietly climbed out of the broken glass window.
Instead of running home, he turned around and ran toward the embassy. He wanted to ask Kitano Yuzo for help.
Dian Wei looked at Sakai Takahiro's panicked back, but he wasn't in a hurry. He followed closely behind him like a cat playing with a mouse, and a mocking expression appeared on his face.
Sakai did not know that Kitano Yuzo had left after he left. The embassy was now empty. Not only the embassy, but the streets of Shanghai on a rainy day could not see anyone else.
Thud!
Sakai finally ran to the entrance of the embassy. In his panic, he staggered and fell into the rain. When he heard the approaching footsteps behind him, Sakai was so scared that his heart almost broke. He shouted for help.
"Mr. Beiye, save me! Save me…"
Before he could finish his sentence, a large hand grabbed the back of his neck. Then, he felt a chill on his neck. In the next moment, he saw his neck spewing blood like a fountain. His broken body was lying in a pool of blood.
He understood that he was already dead.
Dian Wei expressionlessly picked up Sakai Takahiro's head, looked around, and finally hung his head at the entrance of the embassy.
The night wind blew, and a head hung at the entrance of the embassy. Its eyes were bulging, and the scene was indescribably strange.
The next day.
As soon as Kitano Yuzo arrived at the embassy, he noticed the unusual atmosphere. Everyone's faces were filled with fear.
Kitano Yuzo frowned. Before he could ask, one of his subordinates ran over to report.
"Not good, Ambassador. This morning, we found Mr. Sakai killed and hung his head at the entrance of our embassy.”
"What?!" Kitano Takeshi slammed the table and stood up with a furious expression.
"Xu Wenqiang, it must be him, it must be him…"
Kitano Yuzo paced back and forth in the office with his hands behind his back. His face was gloomy. Finally, he stood still.
"Sakai is dead, so be it. His death can be considered a contribution to our Great Japan Empire. But it doesn't matter. Now that Xu Wenqiang has taken the poison, the most important thing now is to not let him reject Taoka Jiro's challenge. Otherwise, once he recovers, our plan will fall short.”
Kitano Yuzo immediately sent his men to inform Taoka Jiro that he could issue a challenge.
In order to prevent any accidents, Kitano Yuzo contacted the newspaper and directly published Taoka Jiro's challenge letter, claiming that the number one samurai of the Great Japan Empire, Taoka Jiro, was going to challenge Xu Wenqiang. If Xu Wenqiang was timid, he could refuse. In short, Xu Wenqiang was forced to a point where he could not retreat.
As a martial arts enthusiast, Zhang Yeran naturally saw this infuriating report. He could not help but tear the newspaper into pieces and shout angrily.
"These Japanese people are too arrogant. How dare they say that about Mr. Xu? Mr. Xu defeated Chen Zhen in one move. His martial arts skills are obvious to all, but they still overestimated themselves and challenged him.”
After thinking about it, Zhang Yeran still couldn't suppress the anger in his heart. He found a group of like-minded martial arts enthusiasts and the masses to come to Xu Wenqiang's villa.
Xu Wenqiang heard the shouts of the people outside the door and felt a little helpless. He had seen the shamelessness of the Japanese.
Xu Wenqiang opened the door and walked out with a smile. His face was a little pale at the moment. He did it on purpose to show the Japanese.
"Mr. Xu, these Japanese are too arrogant. You must defeat them and raise our country's prestige!”
"That's right, Mr. Xu. Let's show them the power of Chinese martial arts and beat them to death!”
"Yes, kill them!"
Hearing the impassioned roars of the crowd, Xu Wenqiang raised his hand and gestured for everyone to be quiet before immediately smiling.
"Everyone, don't worry. I don't care about these Japanese. As long as they dare to come, I will make them go back lying down!”
Everyone revealed excited expressions and shouted Xu Wenqiang's name.
"Mr. Xu, you have such big words!" The crowd was separated, and a few Japanese samurai wearing kimonos and holding samurai swords walked in.
The leader of the group was Japan's number one samurai, Taoka Jiro, followed by the Japanese ambassador to China, Kitano Yuzo.
"I'm Japan's number one samurai, Taoka Jiro. I'm officially issuing a challenge to Mr. Xu. I hope Mr. Xu won't refuse.”
Taoka Jiro handed over a gilded battle invitation.
Xu Wenqiang took it but did not open it. He said lightly,""Alright, I've received the invitation. Go back and wash your necks and wait for me.”
"You!" Taoka Jiro was furious.
Kitano Yuzo pulled him back, signaling him not to be impulsive. He could already see that Xu Wenqiang's face was pale, and it was obvious that he was at the end of his rope. He sneered in his heart and felt that Xu Wenqiang was pretending to be calm. He had forced him into a difficult situation. He had no choice but to accept the challenge, so he directly pulled Taoka Jiro away.
When the battle invitation was sent, Xu Wenqiang did not reject it. Their goal had already been achieved.
The news of Xu Wenqiang officially accepting Taoka Jiro's challenge spread like wildfire, and the newspaper also published this big news on the same day.
Feng Jingyao looked at the report in his hand and sighed.
"I'm afraid this young man won't be able to escape death.”
"Mr. Feng, do you think the Japanese have achieved their goal?" Uncle Xiang asked.”
"If they didn't have the confidence to win, do you think the Japanese would make such a big move?" Feng Jingyao sneered. It was truly a pity for such a young talent.”
Uncle Xiang also sighed slightly. He was actually quite optimistic about Xu Wenqiang, but he did not expect this young man to die prematurely on the road to success.
One general's success was like the death of ten thousand bones!
How many people had to step on the corpses of others to reach the peak?
If Xu Wenqiang died, his territory would also be a big piece of fat meat. Feng Jingyao didn't want to let go of this good opportunity. This was a great opportunity for him to expand his territory.
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