"Spare your life? This is a little difficult ~ If I let you off, those commoners won't let me off.”
Liu Chuan lit up a cigarette and took a puff. He looked like he wanted to die. Those who didn't know better would think that he was smoking drugs!
"Director Liu, I swear that I won't dare to do it again. Please be magnanimous and spare my life. I'll do anything you want me to do ~"
Lee Park Chang was crying so sadly that anyone who saw him would cry.
He took another puff and threw the cigarette butt on the ground. He stood up and said slowly,"Bring all the officials who have committed crimes to the prison fence.”
After saying that, he left with Watanabe Taro and the others. Li Puchang was naturally dragged out. Liu Chuan waited outside for a few minutes. The former civil affairs director of the puppet government, Li Puchang, the police chief, Pu Ke, the tax chief, Xu Bohong, and a group of officials, such as the section chief, the department chief, the clerk, and the clerk of a certain office, were all dragged out. These people did not look too good.
There's no other way. You won't have a good expression even if you stay in prison for a few months. These people looked at Liu Chuan and were afraid. In the past, everyone said that they were working for the Imperial Army. No matter how powerful the director was, he had no right to appoint or dismiss them. Who knew that Liu Chuan had this right? These guys had suffered enough.
"As the saying goes, remember the bitterness and think of the sweet rice. You have been in this prison for several months. I figured that you should have some experience by now.
"Today, I'm here to see everyone and see how your transformation is going. I'll give you half an hour to write me a report on your experience as an official. Let me see how your transformation is going.”
As Liu Chuan spoke, he ordered the soldiers beside him to distribute paper and pens to these people. Then, he sat there calmly with his legs crossed.
After waiting for a while, these people stopped writing. It seemed that they had finished writing. The Japanese soldiers took their writing and showed it to Liu Chuan.
He casually glanced at each of them and threw them aside.
"It seems like your experience isn't good enough ~ But it doesn't matter. I've thought of a way for you. It's simple, direct, and effective. I guarantee you'll remember it.
As he said that, he waved his hand, and a few Japanese soldiers came up with clubs. Those clubs were thicker than a human arm, and anyone who saw them would be shocked.
The Japanese soldiers stuffed the clubs into the hands of the prison guards. Liu Chuan said slowly,""Each of you will be beaten twenty times with the rod, and then you can be released and restored to your original position.
However, I have to say this first. If anyone dares to do it again, tsk tsk, then the gun in my hand won't recognize the person.”
As he spoke, he glanced sideways at the prison guards who were holding clubs and said,"Listen up. If anyone of you doesn't use force later and dares to hold back, hehe, I won't say much about the consequences. Whoever holds back will be beaten forty times.”
The prison guards swallowed their saliva. They had thought that these officials would still be officials when they went out, so they could secretly save some strength to gain a favor. Who knew that if they saved some strength, they would have to suffer forty strokes.
Would he still be able to survive after forty strokes? Even if he was alive, he would have to lie in bed for a month. He might even be beaten to death.
Each of them would be hit twenty times, and these guys would cry for their parents. It was as if they were going to die, but it was almost the same if they didn't die. After the twenty strokes, these guys lay on the ground and refused to get up. It was not that they did not want to get up, but that they could not get up. They estimated that they would have to lie at home for a few days before they could walk.
"I'll give you five days to rest. After five days, return to your posts. If you do it again, I'll drag you to the market and scrape you.”
Liu Chuan then left, leaving the officers screaming in pain. The prison guards went to help them up, and they screamed in pain when they touched their buttocks.
All of them were in so much pain that they reached out to touch their buttocks. In the end, they were in pain again, and tears could not help but fall. Fortunately, it was only twenty strokes and some superficial injuries.
If it was forty strokes, he would definitely be killed.
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"Liu Chuan-kun, I found a place in the city where pork head salad is very delicious. Shall we go there for lunch today?”
Tarou Watanabe looked at his pocket watch as he walked out. It was almost lunchtime, so he immediately asked Liu Chuan with a smile.
"What for? Watanabe-kun, their small business can't afford to eat like this. If you want to eat, go to Drunken Immortal Restaurant ~ Don't you think so? The Drunken Immortal Residence was a big family, so they could eat as much as they wanted. In any case, Cheng Xuehou was treating them, so there was no need to be afraid.
Did you pay for the meal?"
Liu Chuan said as he walked.
"Yes, yes!"
Tarou Watanabe shook his head. That meant he didn't pay. Speaking of which, this Japanese was used to freeloading in the city. When did he get used to paying?
"Watanabe-kun, let me ask you, do you want to eat delicious pig head meat in the future or do you want him to go bankrupt?”
Liu Chuan stopped and asked Watanabe Taro.
"Of course, I've always wanted to eat pig's head meat ~"
For foodies, not being able to eat good food was a kind of pain.
"That's right. Think about it. It's just a small business. If you don't pay, you'll have to close the shop if you eat too many times.
Once others close the door, you won't be able to eat such delicious pig's head meat in the future, right? So if you go to other places to eat, you have to pay. You have to let them drive down, right?
It's different if we go to the Drunken Immortal Restaurant. Look, the boss of the Drunken Immortal Restaurant is rich. They have opened quite a number of branches. They have a big business, so we can eat as much as we want. Others won't go bankrupt, so we don't have to pay. But for other small businesses, if we don't pay, we won't be able to eat in the future ~"
"I see," Watanabe Taro said,"I'll pay you next time."
Liu Chuan smiled and patted him on the shoulder. If it weren't for the war, Watanabe Taro was actually not a bad person. He was considered a good person among the Japanese.
Snatching the daughters of the common people, burning, killing, and looting had nothing to do with him. This guy was only focused on eating. She had been with him for a few months, but she had never seen him snatch anything from anyone. He only thought about eating all day long.
When they smelled delicious food, they would be unable to walk. This was the only characteristic of the Japanese. A classic foodie.
The group of people went to the Drunken Immortal Restaurant for a good meal and left the city under the bitter eyes of the owner of the Drunken Immortal Restaurant.
This time, the reason that Liu Chuan came back did not lie to Tada. He was indeed coming back to preside over the autumn harvest. Since the spring wheat had been harvested, they had to seize the time to plant the winter wheat.
If he was late, he would be dead. Liu Chuan wanted to go out of the city, so he naturally could not send a small team of Japanese to protect him. Takano City sent an entire team of Japanese to protect Liu Chuan.
There were too many uncertain factors after leaving the city. What if the commander's killers were waiting in the dark?
It was the autumn harvest season. After leaving the city, they could see the common people harvesting this year's crops in the wheat fields. This year's scenery was considered a good year for the common people.
This year, the Japanese had adopted a policy of appeasement under Liu Chuan's suggestion. The Japanese did not go out of the city to rob the grain. The people were relieved. After the harvest, they could see that the people were busy.
Some of them were digging potatoes. Actually, potatoes are not a staple food for us Chinese people. We usually eat them as vegetables.
However, in this chaotic era, who cared about food? It was fine as long as he could fill his stomach.
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