Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

Outside the Western-style building, police sirens wailed incessantly.

Police cars sped in, and officers jumped out, armed with pistols and rifles, and quickly surrounded the entire building.

The lead officer was an Englishman named John, in his early forties, pot-bellied, with a red nose, clearly someone who had indulged in excessive drinking and womanizing.

He stood in the doorway, adjusted his hat, took a deep breath, and waved his hand: "Charge in!"

A dozen or so police officers kicked open the door and rushed into the hall.

Then, they were all stunned.

John followed behind, pushed aside the police officers blocking his way, and went inside.

What met the eye was a ground littered with corpses.

Twenty or thirty corpses lay scattered about, some decapitated, some with their chests ripped open, some with limbs missing, their deaths gruesome and unbearable to witness.

"Where is the killer?"

John's face turned ashen. Such a serious murder had occurred on his turf; wouldn't this affect his political record?

The murderer deserves to die!

"Quickly search! Don't let him get away!"

The officers, as if waking from a dream, began searching the mansion.

They searched every room and every corner, both upstairs and downstairs, turning everything upside down.

But they found nothing.

The murderer vanished as if into thin air, leaving no trace.

A short man named Yamamoto, dressed in a kimono, rushed in from outside.

He was the head of the Yamaguchi-gumi in Hong Kong, and also an accomplice of the victims who died tonight.

I was out on business when I heard the news and rushed over. As soon as I entered, I saw corpses all over the floor.

"Inspector John!"

Yamamoto rushed over angrily, grabbed John's arm, and questioned, "Didn't you say the concession was the safest place?"

Look! Look!

The finest men of our Little Days Empire have died here under mysterious circumstances. You must give me an explanation, you must give the warriors of our Little Days Empire an explanation.

John's face darkened further.

So many people were killed in the concession, he should have been held responsible, and now some nobody was standing in front of him blaming him.

In front of so many of his followers, he completely lost face and dignity.

He shook off Yamamoto's bare hand, suppressing his anger and trying his best to make his voice sound calm:

"Yamamoto-san, don't worry, I will definitely find the murderer."

Yamamoto stared at him with a cold look in his eyes: "Inspector John, I think things are getting a bit chaotic in Hong Kong lately."

John frowned.

They understood the implication in Yamamoto's words—he was implying that the killer might be one of the local Hong Kong triads.

Recently, Hung Hing and Tung Sing have been locked in a fierce battle, resulting in numerous deaths. Tonight, one of their men also died.

He needs someone to take the blame.

All you need to do is arrest the people from Hung Hing and Tung Sing, and that'll be the end of it.

Yamamoto continued, "Inspector John, I think you'll give me an explanation, otherwise, I'll report it truthfully."

John's eyes immediately turned cold.

Threaten him?

Looking at the short man who was less than 1.3 meters tall, he sneered inwardly, then suddenly remembered the news reported by the sheriff below.

The Yamaguchi-gumi has been making frequent moves lately, seemingly planning something big.

Do they intend to... use me as a tool to kill someone?

Shift the blame for the murder to Hung Hing and Tung Sing, and then take the opportunity to interfere in Hong Kong's business?

snort!

That's wishful thinking.

John glanced around; his men were all around him.

The area has been cordoned off, and there is no one else around.

He walked up to Yamamoto Kōdō, lowered his head, looked into those small eyes, and slowly a smile appeared on his lips.

"Yamamoto-san, putting aside the facts, don't you bear any responsibility for the death of your own person?"

Yamamoto was taken aback.

I didn't expect John to say that.

What business is it of his?

If we've already let go of everything, what's the point of talking about anything else?

and many more!

What does this sentence mean?

Is it...

Yamamoto glanced at John instinctively, and his heart skipped a beat...

John continued, "Don't be so selfish. Your brothers are all dead. How heartbroken they must be to see you alive?"

Yamamoto Kōdō's expression changed.

Finally, I realized what John was talking about.

There's an old Chinese saying: "When you're a family, you should stay together. Unity is the most important thing."

"What?!"

Before Yamamoto could react, a pistol was already pressed against his forehead.

The cold muzzle of the gun pressed against his skin, and his mind went blank.

I wanted to scream for help, but it felt like something was blocking my throat.

I want to run, but my legs won't obey me.

He was the fish on the chopping block, and man was the butcher.

"John... Inspector John..."

Yamamoto's voice trembled as he said, "You can't do this... I'm a member of the Yamaguchi-gumi... If you kill me, they won't let you get away with it..."

John smiled, a cold smile: "Yamamoto-san, don't worry, no one will know that I killed him."

Yamamoto Mitsuo's pupils contracted sharply.

This is an attempt to silence them.

I'm not going to survive today.

He wanted to reason, to beg for mercy, to run away, but it was all too late.

"Bang!"

Gunshots echoed through the Western-style building.

Yamamoto's head exploded, splattering blood and brain matter all over the ground. His body swayed for a moment before falling straight down.

John blew the smoke off the muzzle of his gun, put it away, and turned to look at the dumbfounded officers.

His face turned ashen again, as if nothing had happened.

"That damned murderer! He killed everyone, even Yamamoto-san! Search! Investigate! Find out who the killer is!"

The officers looked at each other, but dared not say anything.

They were all John's men; they knew what to say and what not to say, and they didn't want to lose face.

They all lowered their heads and continued searching the Western-style building, pretending to be looking for a murderer who didn't even exist.

John stood in the center of the hall, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, exhaled the smoke, and looked at the corpses scattered on the ground. A slow smile crept onto his lips.

Using someone else to do the dirty work?

He will not.

kill!

He knows it.

You think you can use me as a tool? You, Yamamoto Kōji, are even worthy!

You're selling your ass naked, but you won't even pay for it.

Lin Tian stood in the shadows, watching all of this, completely stunned by the sheer audacity of the maneuver. He never expected this Englishman to be even more skilled than him.

Only those who have wronged you know how wronged you are.

The officers were still busy, and John was still smoking.

The night wind blew by, carrying the smell of the sea and a strong stench of blood.

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps came from afar. It wasn't just a few people, but hundreds, all in perfect unison, exuding a menacing aura.

They were dressed in kimonos, carrying samurai swords, and many others had pistols at their waists; they were a dark mass.

Yamamoto Itto, who was walking at the front, had sharp eyes and a samurai sword at his waist.

He was the highest-ranking member of the Yamaguchi-gumi in Hong Kong, and also the leader of the victims who died tonight.

Yamamoto Itto led his men into the Western-style building and immediately saw the corpses scattered all over the floor. He roared angrily:

"Inspector John, what exactly happened?"

He drew his katana from his waist, pointed the tip at John, and demanded, "The warriors of my Little Days Empire have all died in the concession. You must give us an explanation!"

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