Warlord: Starting with Subduing Little A Qiao

After all, we were using the identity of the French Concession police, but fortunately Mr. Peel helped us keep it a secret.

This is just a small gift, nothing special.

As he spoke, Oshima looked at Yoshiko Yamaguchi, who quickly understood and handed him an exquisite wooden box.

The rectangular wooden box looked no bigger than two palms, and Pierre took it without hesitation.

I thought it was a small item, but when I opened it, I was surprised to find a Swiss bank check inside!

"Mr. Oshima, this..."

Looking at the numbers above, Pierre swallowed hard.

The amount on this check is enough to ensure his survival for the rest of his life!

Across from him, Yoshiko Yamaguchi was constantly observing Mr. Peel's expression. Seeing Mr. Peel's surprised look, she smiled charmingly and said...

“Mr. Peel, please accept this. You have done us a great favor.”

Having said all that, Mr. Peel could not hide his excitement and accepted it.

Recalling what Mr. Oshima had just said, Mr. Peel's lips curled into a smile.

To be honest, he had some hesitation at first when his identity as a police officer was borrowed.

After all, if they were exposed, the blame would fall squarely on the French Concession!

Having already received a villa, and now with a check, Pierre's hesitation was completely dispelled, and his smile became even brighter.

"It's just a few identities, everything is negotiable."

Seeing Mr. Pierre's increasingly pleased smile, Mr. Oshima and Yoshiko Yamaguchi across from him also smiled and offered a toast.

However, in the moment they looked at each other, they understood each other's inner thoughts.

How many foreigners can you believe?!

Mutual benefit is the foundation of cooperation between the two parties!

Only when the foreigner in front of him took the check could he be completely tied to his own ship.

Thinking of this, Yoshiko Yamaguchi's smile deepened.

"Mr. Peel, I'd like to propose a toast to you."

The waiter witnessed the entire scene unfolding in the private room.

He quickly went downstairs, sneaked through several alleys, and stopped in front of a man to report.

"Boss, your guess was right."

The man he was calling "boss" at that moment was clearly Ding Li, whom Feng Jingyao had sent down to investigate the incident!

Chapter 124 Feng Jingyao's Revenge: The Tianlong Society's MSG Factory Burned Down!

Feng Mansion.

"Outrageous! The consul of the French Concession actually met with Yoshiko Yamaguchi?!"

The delicate teacup was smashed to pieces, and Feng Jingyao's angry voice rang out in the study.

"Sir, please calm down. Don't upset yourself. The family doctor said you need to rest well..."

Seeing Feng Jingyao's chest heaving with anger, the butler, Uncle Xiang, quickly stepped forward to comfort him.

It should be noted that the family doctor had previously said that Feng Jingyao's body could no longer withstand extreme joy or anger.

If the person is further stimulated, they could suffer a stroke at best, or even have their lifespan shortened at worst!

However, the butler's words did nothing to ease Feng Jingyao's anger.

"Calm down?! How could I not be angry?!"

Feng Jingyao's brows were already deeply furrowed, and the anger in his chest was like a raging fire.

At that moment, he slammed his cane heavily onto the ground.

"I should have known it was them!"

"When the cunning rabbit dies, the hunting dog is cooked; when the high-flying bird is gone, the good bow is put away!"

"These Japanese devils have a clever plan. Do they really think I, Feng Jingyao, am stupid?!"

These words seemed to crawl out from the depths of Feng Jingyao's throat, revealing a chilling glint in his eyes.

He never imagined that this whole scheme was a joint plot by the French Concession police and the Japanese.

He even went to the police station to ask for an explanation, but now it seems that in the eyes of Mr. Peel, the consul of the country, and the detective, he was probably just a clown!

If I remain in the dark, the next step might be a life-or-death struggle with those protesting workers!

Wouldn't that be a classic case of the snipe and the clam fighting while the fisherman reaps the benefits?!

Feng Jingyao was merely a victim in this scheme!

Thinking of this, Feng Jingyao's eyes grew even colder.

"Ding Li".

Turning to look at Ding Li beside him, Feng Jingyao's voice was low and slow, like a calm sea surface concealing a power that could sweep everything away.

"I have a big gift that I need your help to prepare."

Upon hearing this, Ding Li quickly leaned close to Feng Jingyao's ear, and as soon as Feng Jingyao finished speaking, he immediately nodded.

"Okay, Mr. Feng, I will do as you say right away."

That afternoon, at the MSG factory.

MSG is a famous food brand in Japan, and also one of the most well-known industries of the Japanese in the Shanghai concessions.

At this moment, Ding Li and several bodyguards in black were already standing in a corner opposite the MSG factory.

Seeing that their boss had been observing the factory for a long time, one of the bodyguards in black couldn't help but ask a question.

"Boss, what should we do next?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ding Li slowly curled the corners of his mouth into a smile.

"Where are the rats, the wine, and the strips of cloth I asked you to find?"

Upon hearing this, the bodyguard in black immediately took out a cloth bag from behind him.

"They're all here. But what's the use of all this?"

Seeing the question in the eyes of the black-clad bodyguard behind him, Ding Li did not explain directly, but only said one sentence.

"You'll find out soon."

Soon, it was getting dark, and the faces of pedestrians on the road became increasingly difficult to see.

Seeing that the time was almost right, Ding Li finally spoke.

"It's time. First, soak this strip of cloth in wine, then tie the rat up and remember to set it on fire."

As soon as he finished speaking, the bodyguard in black beside him also realized what was happening.

"Boss, are you going to put on a fire rat trap?"

"Our leader is brilliant..."

Seeing that his subordinates had reacted one by one, Ding Li's eyes flashed with approval.

"Not too stupid, just like this."

Soon, the mice in the bag were released one by one.

The rats, with their burning strips of cloth still attached, seemed to feel the heat from their tails and began frantically scurrying into the factory.

...

Less than ten minutes later, the warehouse manager of the MSG factory hurriedly approached the warehouse manager.

"Oh no! There are several rats in the warehouse!"

"And it's a rat with a burning tail!"

……

Upon hearing this, the person in charge immediately frowned.

"How come there's a rat with a burning tail?"

The person in charge suddenly looked panicked and shouted loudly, as if he had just realized something.

"It's terrible! Fire! Put it out!"

At this moment, the burning cloth strips had already reached the rats' tails, causing the rats to scurry around like headless flies.

The mice scattered and burrowed directly into the MSG factory warehouse.

At this moment, the warehouse was full of boxes of products that were neatly packaged in cardboard boxes, and a sign next to it read "No Smoking".

But how could a mouse recognize the word "sign"?!

The crackling flames, combined with the rats' scurrying about, caused the cardboard box to burst into flames in an instant.