Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Chapter 1185 This woman is hopelessly in love.

Robert continued.

"As for your second and third requests, we cannot agree to them. Mr. James Eisen is our guest, and we will not pressure the US government for your sake. That would be against our basic principles."

As for Young Master Qin, His Excellency the Governor believes you should pursue him yourself. Even His Excellency the Governor has no right to order him around.”

Strauss waved his hand, and squads of police officers wearing helmets and carrying riot guns rushed in. All the wealthy people breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the police enter.

Strauss said in broken Cantonese.

“Miss Fujiwara, you must understand that you are facing a country, a vast empire. If you anger this empire, there will be no place for you in the world. So you should know when to stop.”

Fujiwara Shizuka suddenly laughed. She held the long sword in her hands and bowed gently, her expression very devout.

Long Sihai took two steps forward and slowly unbuttoned his long robe. Robert and the others jumped in fright when they saw what was inside. Long Sihai then gently placed the robe on the back of a chair beside him.

He was wearing a white cotton jacket underneath, wrapped with coils of explosives. The fuses were hidden in Long Sihai's left hand, while his right hand had already pulled out a tinderbox. With a gentle flick, the tinderbox lit up.

Fujiwara Shizuka's prayer ceremony ended quickly. Holding a knife in one hand, she addressed Robert and the others.

"I, Fujiwara Shizuka, have already prayed to Amaterasu, and she has forgiven my actions. Therefore, I reiterate my stance: all three conditions are indispensable, otherwise..."

She spoke calmly as she gently drew her long sword.

Let's destroy ourselves together.

Her tone was calm, as if she were chatting with a friend, without yelling or shouting, but it was precisely this calmness that sent chills down the spines of Robert and the others.

Long Sihai laughed loudly. He pulled out a stick of explosives from his body, lit it, and threw it out of the banquet hall. There was a loud bang, and screams echoed outside. The policemen inside raised their hands. They were just doing a job and it wasn't worth losing their lives.

Long Sihai let out a strange cry.

"Ladies and gentlemen, our game will continue, but we'll have to change venues!"

Robert stamped his foot and whispered to Strauss.

"Let's evacuate everyone. The problem now isn't about the number of people."

Strauss waved his hand helplessly, and Deputy Commissioner of Police Lauren could only lead the police out of the banquet hall. Da Bao coldly watched Fujiwara Shizuka and Long Sihai.

At this moment, he also felt the pressure, because in the eyes of Fujiwara Shizuka and Long Sihai, he only saw excitement and madness, but not a trace of fear. This was enough to show that these two people were absolutely abnormal and capable of doing anything.

Fujiwara Shizuka turned to Da Bao and said.

"Qin Sang, this is our destiny. We will live together and die together. Taro, I remember when I was five years old, you taught me a poem written by a Chinese person. It was very beautiful. What is the last line of this poem?"

Long Sihai said with a smile,

"You are in me, and I am in you; we will share the same quilt in life and the same coffin in death."

Fujiwara Shizuka laughed heartily.

"Wow, Chinese poetry is indeed so beautiful."

Dabao curled his lips and said disdainfully.

"Go to hell! You're supposed to be born in the same quilt and die in the same coffin? The quilt you sleep in can't even cover my legs. If I put you in the same coffin, do you expect me to saw my legs off? You two big idiots, can you even write 'quilt' and 'coffin'?"

"Don't fucking think you're the boss just because you're strapped with explosives. You think I won't tear you all apart right now?"

He made a move to take a step forward, but Long Sihai was now extremely wary of him. Long Sihai hurriedly held the tinderbox to his chest and shouted.

"Don't come any closer, or I'll set it on fire."

Unexpectedly, Da Bao turned around and ran behind a pillar. Long Sihai thought Da Bao was scared and was about to laugh when he suddenly smelled sulfur. He looked down and realized that he had been too cocky and had lit a piece of gunpowder with the tinderbox too close.

Startled, Long Sihai hurriedly pulled out the lit gunpowder and threw it out of the banquet hall. With a loud bang, not only was half of the pillar blown down, but four policemen hiding behind it were also blown over.

Lauren shook her head. The enemy was too cunning. They knew we were all lying in ambush outside before we even came out of the hall. Since the ambush had been exposed, it was best to withdraw.

Long Sihai never expected that his unintentional action would force all the police officers to retreat.

Long Sihai broke out in a cold sweat. He wasn't afraid of dying, but he was afraid of dying a pathetic death. He turned around and saw Da Bao hiding behind a pillar, chuckling. This enraged him. He cursed "Baka yarou!" and pulled out a stick of gunpowder, ready to light it.

Long Sihai was stunned; he had never been treated like this before. At this moment, all he wanted was to die together with Da Bao.

Before he could even light the gunpowder, a chilling aura traveled up his neck to his brain, instantly calming him down.

Long Sihai swallowed hard, goosebumps rising on his neck. He tried to turn his face away and glanced at Fujiwara Shizuka, whose face was as cold as ice. She held a knife in both hands, the blade pressed tightly against Long Sihai's neck.

"Baka! You Hokkaido bastard, how dare you lay a hand on the esteemed Young Master Qin? Have you no patience for life?"

(As I write this, I can't help but laugh. To be honest, this scene wasn't something I came up with; it just came to me on a whim. I did some research, and Japanese women are just like that. This might be the earliest example of late-stage romantic brainwashing.)

If the Japanese devils were inherently despicable, then if this were applied to the men of Northeast China, they would truly prefer to die rather than live in dishonor; they would rather be killed than be humiliated. They would rather immediately ignite explosives than suffer such humiliation.

But Long Sihai obediently put the explosives back into his chest and then bowed deeply to Da Bao.

“It’s my fault. I offended Young Master Qin. I’ll slap myself.”

Long Sihai placed the tinderbox in his left hand, swung his right hand in a wide arc, and slapped himself four times across the face, until his mouth bled, before he was done.

Da Bao hid behind a pillar and spoke to Guo Yingnan beside him.

"Is he an idiot?"

Guo Yingnan nodded in deep agreement.

"definitely is!"

There were over sixty wealthy men and their wives and daughters in the banquet hall, but they were all forced into the second-floor gambling room by two people. Da Bao and Guo Yingnan could have left, but the two of them stayed to watch the show...