Chapter 132: Fart!

  "If you don't want to die, it's best to throw away the gun." Lin San slowly walked out from one side, still with a cigarette in his mouth, and smoke drifting out of his nostrils.

  Yamada Ichiro pointed his gun at Lin San and shouted loudly: "Get out of the way! Otherwise, I'll shoot!"

  Lin San looked at Yamada Ichiro with a foolish gaze and curled his lips: "You'd better take a look at your own back! You're just a reckless thing!"

  "Huh?" Yamada Ichiro was stunned and subconsciously turned his head around, but there was nothing behind him.

  "What a fool!" Lin San instantly appeared in front of Yamada Ichiro, snatched the pistol from his hand with one swing, and then pressed the muzzle against Yamada's forehead.

  "Don't!" Yamada Ichiro's eyes showed a thread of fear: "Don't kill me, don't kill me!"

  Lin San's icy gaze fell on Yamada Ichiro: "You're the real boss behind this club, aren't you?"

  "Okay, okay, I'm the boss here, Yamada Ichiro. Please don't kill me, I'll give you money, all my money!" Yamada Ichiro suddenly opened the black leather case in his hand, revealing a thick stack of US dollars and over ten gold bars.

  "You think you can bribe me with this little money?" Lin San sneered and slowly cocked the trigger.

  "Bang!" Yamada Ichiro suddenly knelt on the ground, pleadingly looking at Lin San: "Please, don't kill me, please!"

  Suddenly a smell of urine came, Lin San looked down and found that Yamada Ichiro was so scared that he urinated in his pants: "Damn! What a coward!" Lin San took a few steps back, increasing the distance between him and Yamada Ichiro.

  Yamada Ichiro leaned forward and thought of crawling towards Lin San.

  "Kneel down and don't move!" Lin San shouted, unable to bear the smell of Yamada Ichiro's urine.

  Yamada Ichiro's body trembled and he obediently knelt on the ground, not daring to move again.

  Lin San fanned away the smell of shame in front of his nose and gazed at Yamada Ichiro with annoyance: "Do you really want to live?!"

  "Yes, yes, yes! Please spare my life! I'll do anything you want, just don't kill me!" Yamada Ichiro's face was deathly pale, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead to the ground.

  Lin San flipped the pistol and then blew a mouthful of air at the muzzle: "I won't kill you, but you have to do what I say."

  "Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it." Yamada Ichiro nodded repeatedly.

  Lin San took out a piece of paper and a pen from his body and threw it in front of Yamada Ichiro: "You listen, I say what, you write what."

  "Yes." Yamada Ichirō hastily picked up his pen and assumed a posture ready to write at any moment.

  Hayashi Saburō took a light puff of his cigarette: "I, Hayashi Saburō, have come to China this time, ostensibly for business, but in reality I am thinking of undermining the social stability of China..."

  "What? You want me to write this?" Yamada Ichiro's face changed greatly and he directly threw away the pen in his hand.

  Lin San's eyebrows furrowed, and he directly pulled the trigger of the gun. "Bang!" A loud noise, a bullet whizzed past Yamada Ichiro's ear, leaving a dark hole in the wall.

  "Ah!" Yamada Ichiro shouted and immediately covered his head with both hands and fell to the ground.

  Lin San gritted his teeth: "It's really frustrating, I actually missed the shot earlier, this time I must aim accurately!" As he spoke, Lin San directly pointed the gun at Yamada Ichiro's head and started slowly pulling the trigger.

  "I'm writing, I'm writing!" Yamada Ichiro hastily waved his hands repeatedly: "Don't shoot, I'll write it down right away!" After that, Yamada Ichiro picked up a pen and started writing on the paper on the ground.

  Lin San's mouth corners slightly curled up, and a hint of a smile appeared on his face.

  For a moment, Yamada Ichiro handed over the written paper to Lin San with trembling hands.

  Lin San took a glance and stuffed it into his bosom, then reached out to lift Yamada Ichiro and headed downstairs.

  ......

  Outside the building.

  Gao Yun looked anxiously at the entrance of the building, her small mouth opening and closing as if muttering to herself.

  "Are you waiting for me?" A man's laughter suddenly came from behind.

  Gao Yun suddenly turned around and saw Lin San standing behind him with a smile, his face immediately lit up: "Lin Keqing, you're out!"

  Lin San smiled and said: "It's been out for a long time, here, this is for you." As he spoke, Lin San took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Gao Yun.

  Gao Yun's eyes widened in surprise as he took the paper and looked at it: "This... where did you get this thing..."

  "Of course, it was written by the boss of Fengyun Leisure Club, Yamada Ichiro himself." Lin San looked at Gao Yun with a hint of surprise: "Isn't it clearly written? There's even Yamada Ichiro's signature and seal at the end, can't you understand?"

  "No, I didn't mean that." Gao Yun shook his head repeatedly: "What I'm saying is, how could Yamada Ichiro write something like this? Has he gone crazy?"

  Lin San smiled: "Yamada Ichiro would not have written this voluntarily, but I was slightly scared and wrote it honestly." Thinking of Yamada Ichiro's frightened appearance earlier, Lin San couldn't help but laugh.

  "So that's how it is." Gao Yun nodded suddenly.

  "Yamada Ichiro has already been put in the trunk of the car, so now we have both human and material evidence. The Japanese side won't dare to oppose us too much." Lin San thought it through carefully. This Wind and Cloud Leisure Club was a Japanese-owned enterprise. If Lin San were to set fire to it, Japan would definitely protest and might even try to get China to apologize and compensate them for the incident. Now that they had Yamada Ichiro's "confession", Japan wouldn't dare to openly oppose China.

  Now Gao Yun has a deep admiration for Lin San, one person has destroyed the old nest of the Japanese people who have been entrenched for many years, and he himself is unscathed, it's really awesome to the extreme!

  "...Mr..." A figure suddenly ran out from a hutong diagonally opposite.

  Lin San turned his head and looked back, suddenly delighted, it was actually Zhu Qing Shi.

  At this time, Zhu Qing Shi was in a very sorry state, half of his hair had been burned off by the fire, his face was covered with dust and dirt, his clothes were dirty and disheveled, and one of his shoes was even missing.

  "How come you haven't left yet?" Lin San asked with a smile.

  Zhu Qing's dry lips were licked: "I've been waiting for you to come out."

  "Oh? Waiting for me? What's going on?" Lin San asked in puzzlement.

  Zhu Qing Shi hesitated for a moment before saying: "What kind of people are you?"

  "What I can tell you is that we are all Chinese! Boss Zhu, there are a few words I'd like to say to you." Lin San said calmly.

  "You speak, I listen." Zhu Qing Shi nodded.

  "Boss Zhu, you're a Huaxia person, I hope you won't give your money to the Wa country people for nothing from now on." Lin San's words were simple, blaming Zhu Qing Shi for going to Fengyun Leisure Club to gamble and giving his money to the Wa country people for nothing. It's known that Huaxia and Wa country are inherently incompatible, full of contradictions. As a Huaxia person, one should reject Wa country.

  Zhu Qing Shi **twitched the corner of his mouth, and a hint of embarrassment appeared on his face: "Actually, I'm just someone who loves to gamble with money, and I really didn't mean to give money to the Japanese."**

  Lin San waved his hand: "I don't care what you were like in the past, I hope you will have the awareness of a Chinese person from now on."

  Zhu Qing Shi nodded: "I know, I will keep a distance from the Wa people from now on."

  "That's all I have to say, you can leave now. By the way, I hope you won't mention what happened tonight," Lin San said and was about to walk away.

  "Sir!" Zhu Qing Shi caught up again.

  Lin San stopped in his tracks and looked at Zhu Qing Shi with a puzzled expression: "What? Is there something else?"

  Zhu Qing Shi took out a check from his pocket: "Didn't we agree earlier? The money won at the casino will be split 3-7, this is your share." As he spoke, Zhu Qing Shi was about to hand the check over to Lin San.

  Lin San shook his head: "You'd better take this money and do some good deeds with it." After finishing speaking, he led Gao Yun away.

  ......

  Inside the villa.

  Han Yulung was explaining something non-stop to three old men.

  An old man with a red face waved his hand: "Director Han, you also believe in that Lin San too much?"

  "No, it's Lin Keqing who insisted on going alone..." Han Yulong explained.

  "Hmph! What can a young whippersnapper like him possibly do? Director Han, I'm baffled - have your eyes been blinded by feathers or something? How could you let a mere kid become the guest of honor for the Dragon Group? No way, I've got to go find that Lin San and see what he's really capable of!" A tall, imposing old man snorted.

  Han Yulung curled his lips and thought: If you really go find Lin San to compare, I'm afraid your old face will be lost!

  The last thin old man said: "Director Han, this time you are really too reckless. Lin San is absolutely no match for those Japanese...".

  "Screech!" A sudden loud screeching of car brakes came from outside the villa.

  "Back!"

  "Bang!" The villa's gate was pushed open and a tired-looking Gao Yun walked in, carrying a black box.

  "Gaoyun, you're back?" Han Yulon poked his head out to take a look behind Gaoyun: "Huh? Where's Lin Keqing?"

  "Hmph, that Lin Keqing must have been slaughtered by the Japanese." The red-faced old man sneered from the side.

  "Fart!" Gao Yun suddenly raised an eyebrow and cursed at the red-faced old man.

  The old man with a red face was taken aback, then flew into a rage: "What did you say?!"

  The tall, cold cloud swept a glance at the red-faced old man, disdainfully curling his lip: "I said you farted just now, Lin Keqing's skills are high and strong, how could he be killed by the Japanese!"

  "How dare you!" The red-faced old man was furious, his whole body trembling with rage. He pointed at Gao Yun and scolded: "You young whippersnapper, how dare you be so disrespectful to me, an elder? Just wait and see how I'll teach you a lesson!" With that, he took a step forward, ready to strike.

  Han Yulung hastily stopped the red-faced old man and persuaded him with kind words.

  The other two elders in the villa also came forward to persuade Old Red Face to calm down and not to be too calculating with a junior.

  It took a long time for the red-faced old man to suppress the anger in his heart, and he coldly snorted at Gao Yun: "Today, I'll let you off because you're a junior. But if you dare to be disrespectful to me again in the future, I'll teach you a good lesson!"