Courtyard House: I only wiped out 30,000 Japanese pirates

Yi Zhonghai gritted his teeth, regretting that he hadn't spoken up first and said, "I'm willing to surrender to the Japanese."

He Dajun has been called away by the Japanese alone, probably to discuss matters related to the steel rolling mill.

Last night's act of stopping the factory bombing has now become a pledge of allegiance.

Damn it, he beat me to it.

But then I thought about it again. He Dajun killed Wang Aipeng and the other three last night. He really killed them, one by one with a stick, their brains were smashed out.

Was this person a traitor or not? If he was a traitor, why kill traitors? If he wasn't a traitor, why are the Japanese soldiers being so polite to him now?

Yi Zhonghai couldn't understand it. He only knew one thing: He Dajun was someone he absolutely could not afford to offend.

Sasaki walked to a spot where no other workers were around, stopped, and looked at He Dajun, waiting for him to speak.

He Dajun, naturally knowing when to stop, said, "Your Excellency, not long ago, a security guard named Old Zhao approached me, saying he wanted to protect Boss Lou's factory."

Sasaki stared at He Dajun expressionlessly.

He Dajun ignored them and continued, "Old Zhao told me that this factory can't be blown up by anyone. Later, a group of people came and wanted to blow up the factory. Old Zhao and I tried to stop them, and we had already succeeded."

"Then another group of people came and raided in under cover of darkness. They were armed, and Old Zhao was killed by them."

Sasaki's face immediately turned ugly.

His lips twitched, but he didn't interrupt He Dajun.

He Dajun continued, "I was terrified and almost ran away. But before I ran, I avenged Old Zhao."

Sasaki stared at him: "Who killed Old Zhao?"

"I don't know him. It was dark, I couldn't see his face. But I killed the person who killed him."

He Dajun turned around and pointed to the ruins in the distance.

That's the western corner of the factory, the spot where Old Zhao was hit by the blunt weapon last night. He then pointed to the spot where Zheng Guodong died.

"That man was right there. He shot and killed Old Zhao, and I immediately shot him too."

He Dajun turned to look at Sasaki, his tone resolute: "Your Excellency, I suspect these people are the garrison troops of Beijing, deliberately trying to sabotage us. They want to bomb the Imperial Army's factory."

Sasaki's expression gradually returned to normal.

After listening to the translation, he remained silent for a few seconds, then asked, "Why are you telling me all this?"

He Dajun immediately said, "Because Old Zhao told me before that he was working for a big shot. I didn't know who the big shot was at the time. I only found out from listening to you talking to Mr. Lou just now that Old Zhao is working for you. He's a member of the Imperial Army."

That's why I'm telling you.

Sasaki stared straight at He Dajun.

With intense scrutiny, like a seasoned hunter judging whether the prey before him is feigning ignorance or genuinely foolish.

After a long pause, he finally spoke: "What's your name?"

"Reporting to the Imperial Army, my name is He Dajun."

"Very good. He Dajun, you're very clever." Sasaki nodded and said, "The old Zhao you mentioned is indeed one of our Imperial Army soldiers."

He admitted it frankly, without any attempt to hide it.

He Dajun appeared very excited and immediately asked, "Your Excellency, can I continue to work for you?"

Sasaki thought about it for a while, and no one knew what he was really thinking, but he gladly accepted He Dajun's surrender.

"Sure, He Dajun, we Japanese welcome anyone who works for us."

Sasaki nodded, his tone carrying a hint of recruiting lackeys, "I can promote you to head of security at the steel mill, responsible for managing your Great Xia people."

He Dajun immediately said loudly, "Thank you, Your Majesty!"

The shout was so loud that not only Sasaki and the translator heard it clearly, but also the workers who were working dozens of meters away.

Many people looked up and glanced in their direction.

He Dajun stood in front of Sasaki, bowing deeply, his expression a mixture of gratitude and respect, a stark contrast to his demeanor when he was working on the construction site.

The workers lowered their heads and continued working. Their hands didn't stop, but their minds were racing.

Someone cursed inwardly: "Another traitor."

Some people were thinking to themselves, "Why isn't it me who was Zuo Hanjian?"

Some people were even already thinking about whether they should find an opportunity to get closer to He Dajun.

This is the complexity of human nature.

The Japanese soldiers pointed their guns at everyone's heads, and everyone was afraid.

But if a Japanese soldier throws out a bone, some people will still wonder, why wasn't it me who caught that bone?

Fear and greed can coexist in the same person's heart without contradicting each other.

Soon, Sasaki had all the workers gathered together, pointed at He Dajun, and said something.

The translator shouted at the top of his lungs, "By order of the Imperial Army, from today onwards, He Dajun will be in charge of security at Lou's Steel Rolling Mill. All Daxia workers will be under He Dajun's management! He Dajun will report directly to the Imperial Army, and the workers' attendance, division of labor, and discipline will all be under his control!"

After he finished speaking, silence fell over the ruins.

Xu Wude stood in the crowd, his face looking like he had swallowed a greenbottle fly the size of a thumb.

Yesterday he was Lou Bancheng's plenipotentiary representative, in charge of the factory bombing, but today the Japanese have singled him out as a mouthpiece, making him think he's at least half a manager.

Before he could even get comfortable sitting down, He Dajun jumped right on his head.

The security chief, who oversees all the workers and reports directly to the Imperial Army, is a whole lot higher up than Xu Wude.

His heart felt like a vat of vinegar had been spilled, so sour that his teeth felt weak.

Yi Zhonghai stood on the other side, his expression more complex than Xu Wude's.

He was just calling someone a traitor, and now this guy has really become a traitor. We really can't control him anymore.

Suddenly, a series of ringing sounds began to echo in He Dajun's mind.

More than 30 people gave him more than 50 points to break through defenses.

Xu Wude and Yi Zhonghai gave the most.

There's nothing I can do; they're acquaintances. The closer they are to you, the more jealous they'll be of your success.

He Dajun seemed to be in a great mood, bowing repeatedly. He then walked up to Lou Bancheng and said loudly, "Mr. Lou, as the richest man in Beijing, you should donate generously to the Imperial Army's steel mill, don't you think?"

Lou Bancheng was so angry that he trembled all over, clenching his teeth so hard that his knuckles cracked, and he really wanted to slap He Dajun.

That traitorous dog is utterly shameless.

He Dajun continued to laugh as he watched Lou Bancheng become speechless with anger, feeling not ashamed but rather proud.

Now, many workers were itching to beat He Dajun up in the middle of the night.

Sasaki greatly admired He Dajun's tact and understanding. He even began to applaud.

When Sasaki's three guards saw their officer clapping, they joined in. Then came the other Japanese soldiers.

He Dajun turned around, bowed to Sasaki, and his smile was unusually obsequious.

Lou Bancheng couldn't stand it any longer and stormed off.

Sasaki didn't try to stop him, but just told him to pay up quickly.

Lou Bancheng was so angry he almost fainted. He had suffered more in the past ten years than he had in this one day.

In high spirits, Sasaki asked He Dajun to see Lou Bancheng off, clearly wanting to continue to provoke Lou Bancheng.

Of course, this was also a way of establishing their authority. In Beijing now, the Japanese could make whoever they wanted rise up, and kill whoever they wanted.

He Dajun naturally complied, following Lou Bancheng and continuing to spout shameless nonsense.

Lou Bancheng was already thinking about finding someone to beat He Dajun up that night.

After arriving at the entrance, and seeing that they were almost at Lou Bancheng's car, He Dajun deliberately lagged behind a few steps.

Taking advantage of the turn, he pressed himself against the corner of the alley and quickly glanced around.

Nobody was there, and nobody paid any attention to him.

He quickly redeemed three hand grenades from the system.

He tied the three grenades together, pulled the pins, and threw them with force.

The grenade drew a high and far arc in the air, flying more than 120 meters before accurately hitting the roof of a Japanese truck parked in a distant alley.

With a "bang".

The Japanese truck's cargo compartment was blown open, sending scrap metal and wood chips flying far away.

The three Japanese soldiers sitting in the truck bed were blown into the air, and almost simultaneously, the truck exploded.

This caused an even bigger commotion.

The Japanese soldiers in the other areas were immediately stunned. Many of them dropped to the ground, while others looked around with their guns raised.

Lou Bancheng was also startled and immediately lay down, only to see He Dajun lying next to him, which he found extremely disgusting.

He thought to himself, "Why didn't they blow up this traitorous dog when they attacked the Great Xia warriors?"