Liang Jian: I have a canteen

The snow goose is dead.

Until her death, she still had a charming smile on her face.

The embroidered bed was covered with blood and white things, making it a mess.

After putting away his gun, Ichiro Yasuda showed an expression of regret on his face.

In order to keep the secret, Xueyan had no choice but to die, although she might not understand what he had just said to the adjutant.

But for safety's sake, she had no choice but to be killed!
What a pity, she was such a nice beauty.

The gunshots once again alarmed Mama-san, who quickly brought the security guards to the room.

I happened to meet Ichiro Yasuda who was about to leave.

"Mr. Yasuda, what happened? Were you assassinated again?" Mama-san asked cautiously.

"No! Xueyan just wanted to stab me to death, so I had no choice but to kill him." Ichiro Yasuda's voice was cold, as if he had just killed a rabbit.

"Then" Mama-san saw a pool of blood and the dead Xu Yan through the gap, and her eyes went dark in an instant.

She did not fall, but held onto the door frame. "Master Baotian, Xueyan may have done something wrong, but you can't just kill her like that. After all, she is a girl from our Zuichunlou, so even if she is punished, it should be our Zuichunlou's business."

Baotian Ichiro glared at Mama Sang Yiyan fiercely, "What else do you need to explain for assassinating the imperial army? If it weren't for the old friendship, your entire Zuichunlou would have to be buried with you!"

"This is the French Concession! You Japanese people have no power to enforce the law!" Mama-san continued to argue.

"Hmph!" Baotian said, winking at the adjutant, who then took out a stack of French currency from his briefcase and handed it to Mama-san. "What happened tonight was completely an accident. Miss Xueyan also died of a sudden illness."

Mama-san took the money, hesitated for a moment, and stuffed it into her clothes. Then she immediately shouted loudly, "Who the hell is so wicked? It's not even the New Year yet and they're setting off firecrackers!"

After saying this, he winked at the two guards.

The two guards understood and immediately started to clean up the room. Baotian left with his adjutant, and he didn't care what to do with Xueyan.

A young girl died just like that.

Death is silent, and perhaps only at the last moment will it cause a splash in the Huangpu River.

This is just a microcosm of this era. In a turbulent society, life is fragile as paper. Perhaps just by accidentally hearing a few incomprehensible words, you will die.

Hanzo, who had been watching coldly, also felt sorry for Xueyan's death.

What he felt sorry for was that Xueyan was very good at martial arts. If she hadn't died, he could have tied her up and let her train Lingzi.

In this way, Xu San could be tied up for a longer period of time, and more children could be born.

In this way, their Iga clan can have more outstanding descendants.

After Baotian left, he did not take his adjutant's motorcycle, but turned a corner and called a rickshaw, which made a circle and stopped at a publicly rented house.

There were plainclothes guards standing at the door, but when they saw that it was Ichiro Yasuda who got off the car, they paid no further attention.

Ichiro Yasuda walked to the door and bowed slightly to the guard, "Please inform! Ichiro Yasuda has something important to report."

The guard returned the greeting and turned to report.

About twenty minutes later, the guard came back and brought Ichiro Yasuda to the lobby of the small western-style building.

The interior of the small Western-style building is decorated very luxuriously. Although there are no valuable antiques, exquisitely crafted handicrafts can be seen everywhere.

In the reception hall, Sakurai, dressed in a suit and holding a cup of coffee, greeted Yasuda Ichiro as soon as he saw him. "Mr. Yasuda, I'm here to visit you late at night. Is there anything urgent?" (End of this chapter)