noffsinger Chapter 1180 These Japanese devils have no shame at all.
Chapter 1180 These Japanese devils have no shame at all.
Lou Bancheng never dared to step forward, but his eyes never left Da Bao. Da Bao sighed inwardly. With this kind of courage, was he still the Lou Bancheng who once dominated the capital?
Since they were from the same hometown, Da Bao waved to Lou Bancheng. Lou Bancheng pointed to his nose in surprise, and Da Bao nodded proudly.
Lou Bancheng was overjoyed. With a mix of trepidation and excitement, he ran to Da Bao's side, and Da Bao extended his right hand to shake his.
"Mr. Lou, how's it going in Hong Kong? Have you encountered any difficulties?"
It's still the same old bureaucratic language used by leaders in Beijing to show concern for capitalists.
Lou Bancheng quickly shook his head. "Just kidding. You can't just say you're having trouble. The leader is being polite to you, but you can't just step up and complain."
Da Bao patted him on the shoulder, and Lou Bancheng's bones felt like they were melting.
Robert handed a glass of red wine to Zuo Mingyue. They also saw Lou Bancheng. Strauss handed champagne to Da Bao.
"Mr. Qin, and who is this?"
Dabao said with a smile.
“My old friend has just moved to Hong Kong. I hope you will take good care of me in the future.”
He didn't say this to Robert. No matter how high Lou Bancheng's level was, he couldn't reach the position of the Chief Secretary for Administration. On the contrary, the Secretary for Security was in charge of the security protection of Hong Kong, especially the police force. If Lou Bancheng really had something to do, he could use Da Bao's connections to ask Strauss for help.
Lou Bancheng was overjoyed. This was a tremendous honor. For Strauss, there was nothing in Hong Kong that he couldn't handle.
Strauss beckoned, and his secretary rushed over, pulling out a business card with both hands and handing it to Lou Bancheng. This was a personal business card; with this card, Lou Bancheng could act with impunity in Hong Kong.
Just then, the doorman's voice came from the entrance of the banquet hall.
"Mr. James Eisen has arrived."
Robert and Strauss quickly apologized to Da Bao and headed towards the door to greet him, since it was James Eisen's welcome party today.
James Eisen was sixty years old, with a lean build, gray hair and beard, and wore a pure black tailcoat with a black bow tie; the buttons on the cuffs and collar were all sterling silver.
Da Bao glanced at him sideways and noticed that James Eisen's eyes seemed to be looking up at the sky, and he looked at everyone with an arrogant expression. Da Bao couldn't help but spit lightly and curse him as a pretentious show-off.
After James Eisen and Robert Strauss hugged, Eisen took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands. Robert's expression changed slightly; this American was really good at pretending.
James Eisen was followed by two men and two women. One of the men was black, over 1.9 meters tall, and very muscular. The other man and two women were white. The woman had short hair, wore a women's suit, and had a gun holster tucked under her arm.
Da Bao knew that these must be FBI agents. Their mission was mainly to find the gold treasure map. He never expected that the US government was so poor that it would abandon all pretense for a mere five tons of gold.
Fujiwara Shizuka walked over with small, quick steps, her head slightly tilted to the side, looking very respectful. She deliberately stood next to Da Bao, her right sleeve brushing against his clothes.
Da Bao was very wary of this woman. He took Zuo Mingyue and took two steps back to avoid Fujiwara Shizuka. Fujiwara Shizuka's smile remained unchanged, but a cold glint flashed in her eyes.
She gave James Eisen a slight bow.
"Mr. Eisen, I am Shizuka Fujiwara from the Fujiwara family. May I speak with you in private?"
James Eisen stared at Shizuka Fujiwara and suddenly shouted.
"come in."
Before his voice had even faded, a young woman dressed in black with a white flower in her hair, accompanied by three young men in high-collared Zhongshan suits, pushed open the banquet hall door and walked in.
Fujiwara Shizuka's eyebrows furrowed slightly. The woman walked up to Fujiwara Shizuka, suddenly pulled out a pistol and pressed it against Fujiwara Shizuka's forehead. Just as Long Sihai was about to move, three pistols were pointed at his head at the same time.
Upon seeing the guns drawn, the guests screamed and scattered to the side. Da Bao shielded Zuo Mingyue with his back and retreated to a deserted corner.
Da Bao suddenly raised his head, looked at the sky, and a contemptuous smile appeared on his lips.
The Peninsula Hotel's banquet hall had many pillars. After turning past one pillar and no one was paying attention, Da Bao flicked his wrist and retrieved Zuo Mingyue back into his spatial storage.
Now that guns have been drawn, things are definitely not going to end well today. What he needs to do is stop Fujiwara Shizuka and the Americans' actions and wipe out Fujiwara Shizuka's people in Hong Kong in one fell swoop. Whether as a man or as a brother, if he says he will avenge his sister, he has to do what he says.
The woman, dressed entirely in mourning, was somewhat agitated; her hand gripping the gun trembled slightly. However, her eyes remained firmly fixed on Fujiwara Shizuka. Fujiwara Norika, though short, was unfazed and continued to smile at the woman.
In comparison, Shizuka Fujiwara's aura far surpassed that of the other woman.
"You bitch, do you know who I am? My name is Yang Jingyi, the eldest daughter of Lieutenant General Yang Huai'an, the daughter-in-law of Mao Rengui, the director of the Military Intelligence Bureau, the wife of Mao Jing, and the mother of two orphans."
Now you know why I came to find you, right? You bitch, how dare you kill my man? Have you lost your mind?
Fujiwara Shizuka gradually stopped smiling, and her expression calmed down.
"You just called me a 'bitch' twice, so let me ask you, do you know who I am? My name is Fujiwara Shizuka. My father is Fujiwara Heiyasu, the head of the Fujiwara family. I am the eldest daughter with the right to inherit the family business. I also have another identity: the third-in-command of the Yamaguchi-gumi, also known as the 'wakabe' (young leader)."
I know why you came to me. Isn't it because of that bastard who killed you? What's the big deal? Do you think I need to be so reckless?
But you, how dare you insult me? Have you decided to bear the consequences?
Yang Jingyi was stunned. She never expected that a spy who seduced her husband would actually be the heir of the Fujiwara family. This was too unexpected. The Fujiwara family? Not to mention her current father, even her father-in-law wouldn't dare to provoke them while he was alive, let alone the Yamaguchi-gumi, which represented the Japanese army.
James Eisen knew Fujiwara Shizuka's identity, but as an old American, he always looked down on these short people. He believed that these short people were the most despicable race, and that they revered the strong. The more polite you were to them, the more they would bully you.
On the contrary, it was your slaps that subdued him; those dwarfs are like dogs, obeying your every command.
As the Secretary of State's first advisor, the Japanese Prime Minister once knelt at his feet and kissed his shoes. Thinking about it carefully, how could he care about these short people?