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Chapter 70 What you call suppression means leaving no one alive?
Kyoto, garrison area.

In the alley lined with gray-blue stone bricks, the endless red walls seemed to extend infinitely to the left and right. Men armed with guns stood in the shadows, and no one dared to approach the vermilion building.

This color is artificially made into "red grass", which comes from the "Congratulations to Liyang County on the Liquan", which reads "There are red grass in the red well, white unicorns and red geese."

The red leaves on the other side of the red wall have already covered the entire wall. It is not yet early autumn, but the ginkgo trees are already in full bloom, as if the other side of the wall is a different world from this side.

Under the vermilion eaves of this house, the majestic and magnificent dragons and snakes are visible at a glance.

There are five wide vermilion gates with carved beams and painted rafters. If someone who knows the business can tell at a glance that this is a prince's palace, it can be said to be a real "prince's palace compound".

The courtyards of this kind of quadrangle courtyard with several doors opened are called several courtyards, and this house covering a large area has as many as five courtyards. The Jia Mansion, the home of the Duke in "Dream of Red Mansions", is no more than this.

There is an ancient poem that says: "How deep is the courtyard?" This kind of quadrangle courtyard emphasizes that the deeper the courtyard, the more noble one is, and the deeper the privacy, the better, and the inner part of the courtyard cannot be seen.

At this moment, on the other side of the red wall, in the main house at the deepest part of the courtyard.

Seven old men sat on the chairs, in their own seats, in two rows on the left and right in the hall.

Behind them stood the "younger generation", some middle-aged people who looked to be around forty years old.

The current heads of families and successors of the five surnames and seven families were all present, and everyone tried their best to show a sense of ceremony that suited the occasion.

But what should have been a solemn and quiet occasion was broken by a charming voice.

"Please give your orders to Daji, master."

Several old men present had black lines on their faces at the same time. Those who were not so good at cultivating their Qi could not help but twitch their lips and look at the figure sitting in the first seat at the top in the middle.

Completely different from the middle-aged and elderly people present, she was a petite and pretty girl.

The hem of her gorgeous lotus-colored skirt fluttered slightly in the wind, but what was hidden underneath was not a pair of well-proportioned white naked legs, but a swaying, delicate white snake tail.

"Damn it, what's wrong with me choosing Daji? Did Daji eat your rice?"

Her long black hair draped over her shoulders, her features were picturesque, and her small, round face was slightly flushed. Holding her phone, she spoke in a clear voice, "Do you understand the value of the semi-tank CD flow? If you're new to it, practice more!"

The secret party knows very little about the mixed-bloods in China. They only know that the aristocratic families are headed by the five surnames and seven clans, among which the Xiangyang Zhou family is the most powerful family, and the aristocratic families worship "Lord Wa".

It is recorded in Shuowen Jiezi that "Wa is a sacred woman in ancient times who transformed all things" and "Nuwa was in front of Baihuang in the Dating Hall, which was also the title of the ancient emperor, not necessarily a woman."

Some members of the secret party even suspected that "Lord Wa" was a dragon king, but no matter how hard they tried, they could not imagine that, apart from her somewhat strange appearance of a human body and a snake tail, the mysterious "Lord Wa" was also a girl who liked to play games.

It is not appropriate to describe her behavior as "unbridled". A more appropriate word should be "oblivious to others". It seems that in her eyes, the people in front of her are not as important as the game.

"Lord Wa..."

The old man sitting to her left called out softly, but the Wa Lord continued to stare at the screen without looking up, and said impatiently, "Hey, it's the promotion match, don't bother me, Xiaozhou hasn't arrived yet."

No one has the right to yell at the girl in such an occasion, after all, she is the real "head of the family".

"Zhou Zhen." The helpless old man could only turn his head slightly. The middle-aged man behind him leaned forward and glanced at the only empty chair opposite him. He said, "Go and see if Wanzhou... the head of the Wan family has arrived."

"Okay." Zhou Zhen responded and was about to turn around and leave.

"Am I late?"

A gentle voice echoed as a figure walked into the main room. He wore a Confucian-style black cardigan, plain and simple, with a formal white undershirt underneath. He wore a red jade bead necklace, black cotton and linen trousers, and a pair of black cloth shoes.

The first thing you can feel at first glance is the bookish scent of ancient ink and tea, which gives people a sense of moderation and indifference.

However, everyone present were old friends and old rivals, so they all knew each other.

The one who seems the most indifferent and idle is often the one with the greatest ambition.

As the only old man whose mother tragically died in the war of aggression, and who now commands a mixed-race army, his ambitions are clear to see...

"Master Wan is so arrogant, making so many people wait for you."

The old man sitting in the second seat to the right of Lord Wa spoke coldly, without disguising the hostility and dissatisfaction in his tone.

"I'm sorry, I'm really busy with official duties. After all, I'm not like Patriarch Chen Shan, who has many children and can be a hands-off manager."

Wanzhou replied with a smile while sitting in his seat, without even looking at the head of the Chen family next to him.

When Chen Shan heard Wanzhou mention the word "offspring", his hand holding the crutch suddenly clenched. The middle-aged man standing behind him lowered his head, burying gloom deep in his eyes.

The expressions of the two elderly people present also changed. They seemed somewhat dissatisfied with the meaning of Wanzhou's words, but they were mostly indifferent or even gloating.

Anyway, the ones who died were not direct descendants. The one who died in the Chen family was the third son of the younger generation. This can be said to be a slap in the face.

"The Wan family's recent style of behavior is really getting more and more arrogant. They even mobilized the internal guards without notifying anyone. Shouldn't the head of the Wan family bear the main responsibility for this phenomenon?" Chen Shan said expressionlessly.

"Generally, we will notify you." Wanzhou said with a warm smile, "However, if there is a special situation, the general is away from home and may not obey military orders."

"What is a special situation?" Chen Shan insisted.

"This is a special case." Wanzhou did some Tai Chi.

"you……"

"Okay, I didn't invite Lord Wa here to listen to you quarrel."

Before Chen Shan could say anything more, he was interrupted by Zhou Cheng, the head of the Zhou family, who was sitting on the left of Wazhu. He looked at Wanzhou in front of him and said, "Tell me about the details of this operation."

This was not the first or second time the two had quarreled, but Chen Shan never got the better of the situation. Wanzhou's words were always sharp but gentle, and in the end, he would get so angry that his blood pressure would rise, but next time, the scar would heal and he would forget the pain.

The others didn't pay attention to the quarrel between the two. They only looked at Wanzhou when Zhou Cheng finally brought up the business.

"Nothing much to say. It's just an illegal gathering of half-bloods, organized by a dangerous Japanese half-blood, attended by some daydreamers, and involving 'banned drugs'."

Wanzhou said calmly, "The internal security forces have cordoned off the scene of the illegal gathering and suppressed all guests who arrived in person."

"Suppression?" An old man, wearing a long gown with a Tai Chi pattern, spoke in a dissatisfied tone. His voice was hoarse and low, as if covered with rust. "You mean by suppression, leaving no one alive?"

"What do you mean, not a single one was left alive?" Wanzhou shrugged and smiled, "It's just that no one was left alive."

dong dong!

Chen Shan suddenly paused with his crutch, making a dull sound. He asked in a cold voice, "Did he fail to save anyone alive, or did he not want to?"

(End of this chapter)