Chapter 26: Has Someone Become a Rogue?

  It's not easy, kill her? We're not bloodthirsty or indiscriminate killers, are we? Telekinesis? Don't joke around, we're not empty-handed either. It's impossible to get the money without startling this Japanese woman. Looking at her snow-white neck swaying in front of me, it was as if she was counting something. Ah-ha! I quietly crept up behind her, made a knife-like shape with my palm, and aimed for her snow-white neck. She fell onto the sofa, unconscious, but of course, I didn't take her life, just knocked her out. There were still many bills on the tea table in front of her, stacks of colorful notes and white banknotes that sparkled under the light. I took off my backpack, poured all the bills from the tea table and iron box into it, and scored a small fortune! Turning around, I saw a small safe in the corner with a key still inserted. Trying to turn the key, the safe door opened. Wow, what a great find! Inside were stacks of banknotes and over a dozen gold bars - a huge surprise! What a wonderful unexpected gain! This little fool is having an unlucky year, you say? The key wasn't even removed from the safe - was it prepared for me? Ha! I confiscated everything, not leaving a single cent. That's what we learned from "Three Lights"! Holding the somewhat heavy backpack, I scanned the room and saw a Japanese samurai sword hanging on the wall, looking ancient and elegant. I took it down, and it felt great in my hand - the blade was sharp and cold to the touch. What a fantastic sword!

  After finishing all that, listen carefully, the short guy in the front yard is still scolding loudly, guessing it won't stop for a while. Looking at the woman who fainted on the sofa, she looks good, only in her 20s, with an open kimono collar, half of her white chest exposed. I had a new idea, don't think crookedly, we're not opportunistic people, and until today, I'm still a virgin! With two hands, a little force was applied, and suddenly the spring light burst forth, the towering **, snow-white skin, flat lower abdomen, under the bright lamp light, teasing humanity's primitive desires. At that time, I felt like there was a fire jumping in my heart, no way, we're just 16-year-old normal people with vigorous blood, if you say there's no reaction, that's not normal. You say this Japanese woman is wearing what kind of clothes, it gives color wolves, color ghosts, and brothers with excessive male hormone secretion a good opportunity to take advantage of, this kimono doesn't need to be torn hard, just two hands on both sides, the entire upper body is like a peeled potato, all the scenery is exposed. Is this convenient for people and themselves? Isn't this born to be stripped? No way, they just like this kind of thing. Shaking my head, driving away the romantic thoughts, doing the play to the end, stretching out my hand, I simply pulled down her small underwear as well, it's quite vicious, it's a typical scene of robbery and lust. Slipping out of the room, taking a leap, jumping onto the wall, hiding in the shadows, not in a hurry to leave, watching a good show, still feeling proud of my previous masterpiece in my heart, I'm Tang Sangguang, let your money shine, knife shine, woman shine! Guarantee you'll spit blood and lie down for half a year. This is a bit of hooligan behavior, compared to the beastly behavior of the little devils on Chinese women, we are the noble actions of gentlemen. I smiled proudly.

  The front yard is quiet, it seems that this dwarf has finally let go of those poor Chinese guys. A series of footsteps came, and five figures walked over from the front yard, discussing business while occasionally cursing "Chinese pigs". What a show! This guy was going to enjoy it alone, but he's quite cooperative, even calling in an audience! These guys were being polite at the door, what's there to be polite about? Everyone gets a share, enjoying the spring scenery together? As soon as they entered the house, a loud scream came from inside, this commotion is enough to make one's hair stand on end. Then, "thud" someone fell to the ground and passed out. Afterwards, several figures rushed out of the house, shouting loudly in Japanese "Someone come! Someone come!" Mission accomplished, I'll take my leave!

  Walking onto the main street, feeling relaxed and taking light steps. Nowadays, I'm also a rich man, no wonder they say that with money in hand, one's heart is at ease. Looking for a high-end place, unfortunately, this era doesn't have star-rated hotels or anything like that. If it did, I'd definitely stay in a three-star or higher hotel. There's an inn up ahead, looks like the conditions are pretty good, might as well go there. Have a big feast and get a good night's sleep, after all, there's important business to attend to tomorrow!

  The next day, I woke up comfortably and had a good breakfast. The conditions of this inn were not bad at all. The hot water bath last night was great, but there was no "three accompaniments"! When I came to the street, the atmosphere on the street was somewhat tense. From time to time, Japanese gendarmes drove by on motorcycles with machine guns, and the police on the street had increased. People were all nervous and discussing it, good guy, yesterday's thing spread so quickly. I pretended to ask around to see what version it was. Someone with a fast mouth told me: "From last night, a flying thief came to Sanjiao River. His light work was great, coming without a shadow and leaving without a trace. He specialized in opposing the Japanese. As a result, he turned over that Japanese-owned store last night, took all the money, and did something with the Japanese man's wife. It was deserved. Originally, this store was run by an old couple to make a living, but when the Japanese came, they forcibly took it away, causing the old couple to become homeless and die within half a year." The person speaking was still venting his anger. I asked him how he knew about it, and he said it was spread by the clerk in that store. That Japanese devil was lying in the hospital, constantly muttering something like "money gone" and "woman gone".

  Look, you stupid midget, everyone on the street knows that you've lost all your money, and yet you still try to come up with excuses for not paying back what you owe. I suppose it's a good thing that you're clever in that way. But when it comes to your wife being... well, actually nothing happened, but you still go around shouting about it as if you're afraid people won't know otherwise. What a wonderful thing! How glorious! It's like winning the lottery! Either you're an idiot or you were born with intellectual disabilities. Anyway, those Japanese devils are all worthless! They spend their days cursing us Chinese as "sick men of East Asia" and "Chinese pigs", but look at what they've done - aren't they just a bunch of idiots and morons? I strongly despise the Japanese devils!

  The wind is a bit tight, if we encounter a check, we'll have to waste our breath. Ah, now on this land, as long as you're Japanese, you're three ranks higher than us Chinese. Let's pretend to be Japanese, and my Japanese skills will come in handy! We need to change into some decent clothes, or else we won't look like Japanese people either. Take action immediately, don't let the night drag on.

  I turned around and entered a tailor's shop. The store was not small, but the clerk looked at me with disdain, seeing my rural attire. "Get out, is this really where you're supposed to be?" I thought to myself, what kind of people are these? They treat their own compatriots like this, with such an attitude, they're just a bunch of traitors and slaves! I ignored him and walked inside, but he got anxious and tried to grab me, still cursing at me. I slapped him hard, "You've lost all sense of decency!" Suddenly, his expression changed, and he started bowing and scraping, "Young master, I didn't know it was you!" Look at my foul mouth, it's asking for a beating! And indeed it did, but I glared at him and said "Make way!" He hastily led the way, making gestures of invitation, but actually had no idea what I wanted to do.

  I arrived at the door of an office, and there was another office. A thin, bespectacled boss-like person wearing a suit and tie looked at me with a puzzled gaze. The fellow quickly came forward, whispered something in his ear, and immediately, the boss's face lit up with a smile as he approached me, bowing slightly. "What are your orders?" He didn't even think about it - if I were really a Japanese devil, would I be able to understand what he was saying? Too lazy to bother talking to him, mainly because I didn't want to see their fawning behavior. "I want my clothes!" "Ah, yes." Oh dear, this place actually has clothes worn by Japanese people, how international. Hopefully it's not a kimono or something - I'd rather be naked than wear that.

  He followed him to the inner floor, and unexpectedly, the whole house was full of Japanese clothes. This guy even opened a specialty store for Japanese clothes! Of course, the whole house was full of kimonos, all of which were not pleasing to the eye. Ah, in the corner, there was a suit hanging on the wall with a hat, it was the style of a Japanese student uniform, just like the one Chen Zhen wore in Jingwu Gate - black, standing collar, and a row of copper buttons, looking so spirited! At that moment, I liked it, didn't expect to run into it here. There's nothing more to say, take it off, change clothes, and look in the mirror, wow, what a handsome young man with a heroic spirit! Even he himself was pleased with his appearance. The shopkeeper was busy serving him, and even picked out a set of underwear for him. After dressing up properly, it was time to pay the bill. Why say some people are born with the talent to be traitors? "This is on the house, just consider it our store's gift to you, making a contribution to Sino-Japanese friendship!" Listen to this tone, what kind of nonsense is this? This kind of person is wasting air by living. I originally wanted to take advantage of the situation and charge him an exorbitant price, but thinking about it, it's not easy for anyone to live in these times, so I softened my heart. I handed over a large bill to the shopkeeper, saw a pair of sunglasses on the counter next to me, and took them with me. With a cool and elegant demeanor, I walked out of the store. The two of them followed me to the door, still inviting me to visit their small store again next time. Maybe they hadn't seen such a refined gentleman before? That one large bill could buy three sets of clothes like this.

  I walked out onto the street, and it really worked well. From time to time, there were police officers who would bow and salute me, and those Japanese military police didn't even notice me. When I returned to the hotel, they saw that I was dressed like this, and it was clear that I was a Japanese person! The staff and manager were all stunned, and they apologized repeatedly, saying that they had not taken good care of me, and that my food and lodging would be free. It turned out that this Japanese person was used to eating for free, but I wasn't. I casually tossed over a large bill, and it was quite pitiful. This world is really difficult to navigate, and making a living is not easy either. Besides, now that Tang Shao has money, he's a big shot, right? He put on the unique arrogance and haughtiness of a Japanese person, and under the careful sendoff of the manager and staff, he left the hotel.

  Now that I'm Japanese, I can't stay in a place run by Chinese people. I have to find an inn run by Japanese people, which suits my current identity. After walking along the main street for a while, I saw an inn with a sign that read "Daiwa Manchuria Pavilion". It was just what I needed. Under the guidance of a kimono-clad female attendant, I arrived at the room and pushed open the door. The attendant gave me a big flirtatious glance and asked if I wanted special service while helping me with my things. Her full ** rubbed against me as she spoke in a soft voice. I was stunned - did they have "special services" back then? It wasn't something that originated from our country, but rather an imported product! Was this Japanese woman teasing me? She probably hadn't seen such a handsome guy before and got all flustered, almost to the point of making a move on me. I chased her away without hesitation, and she gave me a resentful glance as she left. What a relief - I narrowly escaped being corrupted by that Japanese woman! At night, I had to lock my door tightly, lest she sneak in and steal my **.

  Take a break, there's something else to do, that samurai sword, it will come in handy later, in Japan, where the class system is strict, the nobility are high above, and each noble family has its own crest, also known as a family emblem. How about impersonating a member of that family? I seem to remember the crest of the Tokugawa family, it's like a three-leafed hollyhock pattern. That's it, my Japanese name is Tokugawa Kazuo. Good, dressed in full Japanese attire, carrying a samurai sword, with a cold and stern expression on my face, speaking in a native Tokyo accent, I wouldn't believe myself if I said I wasn't Japanese. As soon as I walked out, I put on the airs of a noble family's young master, and those Japanese people were immediately intimidated, bowing and making way for me. I guess they're just commoners, not even worth mentioning in their own country, but when they come to China, they change their tune, putting on airs of nobility, some Chinese people are really too easy to fool, getting arrogant as a result. And there were several pretty waitresses with stars in their eyes, if I just stretched out my little finger, I could have taken them down immediately. Disgusting, looking down on the various glances from the crowd, of course, the vast majority were looks of admiration and envy. Walking calmly onto the main street, where can I find a place to get a family crest engraved on the sword handle?

  In front of me was an antique shop selling gold and silver ornaments. I thought it might work, so I went in and pushed the door open. The owner and his assistant were startled, looking at me with a mixture of fear and hatred in their eyes, as if they had seen a robber. Their facial expression was calm and collected, but with a hint of coldness. Ah, finally, I saw some fellow countrymen with backbone! It's great to see that. Just for this, I decided to do business with them. But I couldn't be too rude, so I stopped speaking in Japanese and asked, "What kind of work do you want me to do?" I explained my idea roughly, and they were very surprised at how well I spoke Chinese. They didn't ask any questions, but looked puzzled. Seeing that they still didn't understand, I took out a piece of paper and drew a rough sketch from memory, telling them it was similar to a sunflower pattern. I asked them to inlay the pattern on both sides of the knife handle and decorate the scabbard, then do some antique processing on the whole thing. They understood, so I took out a gold bar, which was necessary for the job. You can't just use any old material, right? This craftsmanship is pretty good, and it didn't take much effort to finish. After inspecting the goods, I was quite satisfied. The labor cost was two big silver coins, but I gave them five. It wasn't because of anything else, but because they still had a conscience and backbone as Chinese people, so they deserved it!

  Holding a high-fidelity samurai sword, dressed in the typical attire of a young Japanese man, walking on the streets of an old town in Kanto during the late afternoon, the sunlight reflecting off the golden family crest on the hilt of the sword, how can it not shine? A small piece of gold was used to make it, that's what you call cool. The police and soldiers don't recognize this thing, anyway, when they see a Japanese person, they bow, no matter if he's a hoodlum or a garbage collector in Japan, it's all the same. But the Japanese know their stuff, every now and then, a team of armed soldiers would stop in front of me, stand at attention, bow, "You're working hard, sir!" I walk by with an air of superiority, not even giving them a glance, that's what I'm going for. The Japanese eat this up, if you give them a smile, "You guys are working harder", they wouldn't be comfortable, and would even doubt my identity. What kind of treatment is this?

  After dinner, I returned to my room, quietly adjusted my mood, and entered a state of complete absorption. When I opened my eyes again, the sky was already pitch black, and it was probably around 11 or 12 o'clock at night. It was time to take action. I covered my face with a scarf and quietly opened the back window, slipping out of the hotel like a cat. Following the route I had scouted out earlier, I arrived at a secluded spot, looked around to make sure no one was watching, and listened carefully for any sounds in the courtyard. With my energy focused in my lower abdomen, I took a gentle leap, placing my hand on top of the wall. I pulled out a thin iron wire and slowly tossed it onto the metal mesh fence. Fortunately, it wasn't electrified. With a flick of my wrist, I executed a front flip, landing silently inside the dark and ominous Guo family compound...

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  By the way, Xiaojin's condition has improved a bit today, and she feels able to get out of bed, so she got up to code words. She doesn't want to disappoint everyone's expectations and hopes. Today, she'll just code one chapter. After Xiaojin fully recovers from her illness, she will gradually increase the number of chapters. Thank you to all book friends for your care and encouragement during Xiaojin's illness!