Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

John looked very unwell.

Explain?

Another one to explain.

The last one I had to explain to him, his body wasn't even cold yet.

He glanced at Yamamoto's naked corpse on the ground, then at Yamamoto Itto's gleaming katana, and sneered inwardly.

These people are really courting death.

How dare you be so arrogant on someone else's turf? You're really asking for trouble. I've given you far too much face.

"You want me to give you an explanation?" John asked unhurriedly.

"That's right!" Yamamoto Itto answered decisively.

"Of course?"

"Of course!"

John's face darkened, and he nodded: "Fine, I'll give you an explanation."

He turned his head and gave his deputy a look.

That means: get ready to take action.

But the second-in-command was an Englishman who was a bit slow to react. He stared blankly at John, not knowing what that look meant.

Before he could even react—

"Da da da da da—"

The sound of submachine guns echoed in the Western-style building.

Bullets rained down from the shadows on the second floor, heading straight for the group of young people at the door.

Before the few young men at the front could react, they were riddled with bullets, blood splattering everywhere, and they fell down screaming in agony.

"Baka yarou!"

Yamamoto Itto suddenly dropped to the ground, dodging a burst of bullets. He looked up at the second floor and saw only a blurry shadow flash by in the shadows.

"The Yamaguchi-gumi have rebelled; they dared to attack the police!"

John shouted, his voice echoing through the mansion, "Brothers, give it a shot!"

The officers snapped out of their daze, raised their guns, and opened fire on the group of young people at the door.

"Bang bang bang!!!"

The gunfire was as dense as firecrackers, bullets flew everywhere, and sparks flew in all directions.

The little people were caught off guard and were beaten so badly they cried out in despair.

Some died on the spot, some were injured and lay on the ground screaming, and some ran outside and were chased and shot by bullets.

"Baka! John! You're insane!"

Yamamoto Itto lay prone on the ground, hiding behind a pillar, and roared, "We are the Yamaguchi-gumi! If you kill us, the Empire will not let you get away with it!"

John sneered, hiding behind the sofa, and fired his gun while replying, "Yamamoto-san, your Yamaguchi-gumi trespassed into the concession, committed armed assault, and even attempted to attack police officers. I was acting in self-defense."

"Baka yarou!"

Yamamoto Itto was trembling with rage, but he dared not show his face.

The bullets are too dense; as soon as you peek out, you'll get headshot.

Those outside also realized what was happening and began to seek cover, firing into the Western-style building.

A fierce gunfight broke out between the two sides at the entrance, with bullets flying and sparks flying everywhere.

However, the police officers occupied advantageous positions, and with Lin Tian secretly helping them from the second floor, the Yamaguchi-gumi members were beaten so badly they couldn't even lift their heads.

Yamamoto Itto hid behind a pillar, his mind racing.

This matter cannot be resolved peacefully today.

John was determined to kill them, and nothing he said mattered.

We must find a way to break out.

"Yamamoto-kun! We're surrounded!"

A young man rushed in from outside, covered in blood. "There are police everywhere outside, we can't get out."

Yamamoto Itto's heart sank.

They arrived in good health, but they can't go back.

I should have brought more guns.

He gritted his teeth, gripped his katana tightly, and peeked out from behind the pillar, looking at the shadow on the second floor.

He couldn't see who the shadow was, but he knew that all of this tonight was caused by that person.

"Who's upstairs? Come down here if you dare!"

no answer.

There was only the sound of submachine gun fire and the screams of his underlings.

Yamamoto Itto's eyes turned red.

He knew that if things continued like this, none of them would survive today.

But he was unwilling to give up; even if he died, he had to take a few people down with him.

"Brothers!"

Yamamoto Itto suddenly stood up, katana in hand, and charged towards where John was hiding, yelling, "Follow me! Kill that Englishman!"

"Da da da—"

A burst of bullets came, and Yamamoto dodged to the side with a sudden lunge, but his henchmen behind him were not so lucky and were swept down.

Yamamoto Itto rolled behind a pillar, panting heavily. His arm was grazed by a bullet, and blood was flowing down his arm.

"John! You can kill me, but you won't live either! My Little Days Empire will not let you get away with this."

John, hiding behind the sofa, replied while changing his magazine: "Yamamoto-san, you should worry about yourself first. Tonight, none of you are leaving here."

A sense of despair welled up in Yamamoto Itto's heart.

He knew that John was telling the truth.

Tonight, they really can't leave.

Just then, a small figure flashed by in the shadows on the second floor.

Yamamoto Itto's pupils contracted sharply; he couldn't believe his eyes.

Was it a child?

Was the one who just fired at them a child?

“Who…who are you?”

"The ones who will kill you."

Yamamoto Itto read Lin Tian's lips, his mind went blank, unable to understand how a child could have such fast marksmanship.

Such a calm mindset.

But he had no time to think, because Lin Tian had already raised his submachine gun.

"Da da da da da—"

A burst of bullets came, and several bursts of blood exploded in Yamamoto Itto's chest.

"Yamamoto-kun is dead! Yamamoto-kun is dead!"

The children were devastated. Some knelt down and begged for mercy, some ran outside, and some collapsed on the ground, too exhausted to even run.

The officers rushed in and shot down the resisting children one by one.

The gunfire gradually subsided, and finally, complete silence fell.

Inside the Western-style building, the floor was covered with corpses and blood.

Four or five hundred days later, they were all dead.

John stood up from behind the sofa, looked at the corpses scattered on the floor, and let out a long sigh of relief.

He walked to Yamamoto Itto's body, glanced down at it, then looked up at the second floor.

The people there had disappeared.

There was only one open window, and the night wind blew in, carrying the smell of the sea.

"Detective Inspector, that figure..."

The deputy leaned closer and asked in a low voice.

John glared at him: "What figure? There was no figure. Tonight, it was the Yamaguchi-gumi who trespassed into the concession and committed armed violence. We were forced to defend ourselves. Do you understand?"

The deputy nodded repeatedly: "I understand, I understand."

John turned and walked toward the door.

He took a few steps, then stopped, looked back at the corpses scattered on the ground, and a smile slowly crept onto his lips.

Back in the day, his uncle had two little boys living in a small island nation, while he himself was nothing.

There wasn't even a fraction of my uncle's.

If it weren't for the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor, my father wouldn't have died...

"Fall back."

The officers began clearing the scene.

The bodies were carried out one by one, and the bloodstains were wiped away little by little.

The Western-style building returned to quiet.

The night wind carried the smell of blood.

……