coobybook Chapter 112 The Hongkou Dojo Murder Case: The Real Mastermind
Chapter 112 The Hongkou Dojo Murder Case: The Real Mastermind
Hongkou Dojo.
The Black Dragon Society's stronghold in Shanghai.
After four hours of negotiations at the French Concession Municipal Council, which even alarmed the Consulate General, the arrested subordinates were finally rescued.
He was then sent to Hongkou Hospital for treatment.
After a flurry of activity, Yamato Kosuke returned to the Hongkou Dojo at 2 a.m.
The night was bitterly cold in early winter.
He instructed his subordinates to prepare sake and some food for him.
Without even having dinner, Yamato Kosuke went straight to his temporary office.
I turned on the light, took off the uncomfortable suit jacket, and hung it up.
The short but burly Yamato Kosuke walked to his desk and picked up the phone.
I dialed a number and waited a moment, listening to a soft female voice on the other end of the line saying "moshi moshi".
Yamato said, "This is Yamato Kosuke. Please let Chairman Abe answer the phone."
"Hi, Xiuxiu Oumaqikuyidasai."
The soft, feminine voice on the other end of the phone stirred a surge of heat within him.
The task was not completed well, all of his subordinates were injured, and they were also harassed by the people in the French Concession.
The group leader, Sagoya, also disappeared.
A series of setbacks made Shantou really want to vent his frustration.
Without realizing it, his breathing became heavier.
He held the phone in one hand and reached for the cuff of his shirt with the other.
But before it could be untied, a flash of white appeared, and the phone that was placed near her mouth was pressed directly onto her lips.
In an instant, my hair stood on end.
In his panic, Yamashiro Kosuke didn't even have time to struggle before a sharp pain shot through his neck.
"呲-"
The exquisite, slender dagger moved in and out quickly, and blood gushed out from the carotid artery like a fountain.
Fang Chang, who was standing behind him, pressed his body against him the instant he drew his dagger.
With his right hand, which was pressed against the microphone like an iron hoop, he firmly fixed Yamashita Kosuke's body in place.
Only limbs remained, which flailing about in vain.
Fang Chang was a head taller than him, and when he looked down, he could see the expression on Yamatou Kosuke's face.
Seeing his terrified expression, Fang Chang, who had been feeling depressed ever since returning to Shanghai, finally smiled.
It feels best to do what you're good at.
A wave of dizziness washed over him, and Fang Chang's smiling face became Yamato Kosuke's last impression of this world.
Then came endless darkness.
Seeing his two arms hanging limply, Fang Chang chuckled, then with a slight pull of his right arm, the hilltop slid down to the ground like a noodle.
At that moment, the microphone still held in his hand finally started to ring.
Is it Kosuke?
Although it was a string of Dongying dialect, Fang Chang could still distinguish the sound "Xingzhu".
He first looked down at the mountain peak beneath his feet, then at the white Zhongshan suit and the bright red stain on his right arm.
His smile vanished, and his brows furrowed.
Sure enough, this kind of murderous method, which is like taking off your pants to fart, is troublesome.
My white coat won't be stained with blood.
He was feeling down when he heard the sound of "moshi moshi" coming from the phone again.
This "方长懂" probably means "hey".
He brought the phone closer and said, "Hello, can you understand me?"
"...Who are you?"
His voice sounded somewhat aged, and his tone was very nasal.
But you could tell that even in the face of this unexpected situation, the other party remained very calm.
"The mountain stronghold is dead, so you're the mastermind behind it all, aren't you?"
When it comes to intelligence, Fang Chang only admires Lin Yi.
As soon as Yamato Kosuke returned, the first person he called was someone he could easily guess was the one who was actually behind the assassination of Lin Yi.
"...Chinese man, I guarantee you'll die a horrible death!"
"is it?"
Fang Chang smiled again: "Old man, I also guarantee that you will die before me."
"idiot!"
The sound is a bit loud.
Even over the phone, Fang Chang could feel the other person's anger.
He chuckled, pleased with himself for his successful use of reverse psychology.
Just as I was about to ask if the other party dared to identify themselves, the receiver went dead.
With a disdainful smirk, Fang Chang looked down at the now motionless hilltop.
First, he glanced at the top of the other person's head, then looked at the ears on the mountaintop.
Geese leave their calls as they fly by, and people leave their traces as they pass through life.
When you're out doing something, you should always leave some kind of memento.
After some processing, Zhang Xiaolin's skull fragment is now sitting alone in Lin's mansion, in his guest room.
Now, I can finally have a companion.
Thinking it over, Fang Chang bent down and waved his hand. As a flash of cold light streaked across the sky, Shan Tou Xingzhu immediately lost an ear.
He admired it for a moment with a delicate gesture, then smiled and was about to leave when a knock came at the door.
He glanced at the figure printed on the paper, twirled the dagger in his hand nimbly, and walked over...
When Fang Chang returned to the Lin Mansion, it was already dawn.
Seeing the study light go out, Fang Chang, who was standing in the courtyard, revealed a mouthful of white teeth and walked in with light steps.
The two met at noon.
In the restaurant, Fang Chang didn't show off any souvenirs to Lin Yi this time.
As the two drank their congee, he recounted his experiences at the Hongkou Dojo.
Including Xingzhu from the target mountain, only two people were killed in total.
The guy who knocked on the door was one of Yamato Kosuke's subordinates who delivered midnight snacks.
Open the door, draw the knife.
The slender dagger pierced straight through the skull from under the jaw without making a sound.
The only thing that displeased Fang Chang was that his hands were also stained with blood.
Lin Yi didn't care about this matter. Fang Chang learned the Japanese and barely managed to repeat what he had heard in the conversation.
Lin Yi frowned and thought for a moment, then said, "If you're not mistaken, the old guy on the other end of the phone should be Abe Namihei."
Know yourself and the enemy, a hundred battles will never end.
To seize the overseas market of the Japanese textile industry, Lin Yi had done some research on the competitors he would be facing.
Abe Langhei.
Chairman of Toyo Toyo Textile Co., Ltd.
He is also the Honorary Lifetime President of the Japanese Textile Industry Association.
The Toyo Textile Company, which he founded, was the leading company in the Japanese textile industry.
The number of spindles they owned accounted for 55 percent of the total number of spindles in the entire Japanese nation.
The family is large, the business is large, and the financial resources are abundant.
Furthermore, he rose to prominence during the Meiji era and even spearheaded donations to build warships for the Japanese.
In the eyes of the Japanese, that was a person of high moral character and prestige.
It is entirely reasonable for him to instruct the Black Dragon Society to kill Lin Yi.
After all, Lin Yi's current actions directly threaten his interests.
"Abe Namhei."
As he murmured the name, Fang Chang's eyes narrowed again.
Lin Yi knew his best friend's habits all too well.
He shook his head and advised, "You've already bragged about all that. Going to him now would be like walking into a trap."
"Let's put this matter aside for now."
Fang Chang glanced at him and said unhappily, "I never brag."
"...Let's hold off for now. In short, listen to me on this matter."
Lin Yi offered another word of advice, then picked up the bowl of porridge and slurped it down.
Fang Chang didn't insist any further.
After having brunch, rest for a while.
Lin Yi, leading his five-star assassins and reinforced platoon, left Ferguson Road in a grand display of force...