allonlinenovel Chapter 1022 Game of Thrones, Cruel and Direct
Chapter 1022 Game of Thrones, Cruel and Direct
"Damn it! My identity as a 'Japanese Communist Party'!"
And Ye Runqing, you big-mouthed woman! You're always causing me trouble!
A complex and elusive glint flashed in the depths of Itai Yuta's eyes.
Within that light, there seemed to be a fleeting displeasure, a barely perceptible hint of helplessness, and even a very faint... something else.
But that complex expression vanished in an instant, too quickly to be captured. His face swiftly returned to its previous somber and dignified state, as if that subtle fluctuation had never existed.
He completely ignored Kagesa Yoshiaki, who stood frozen like a statue to the side with swollen cheeks, and waved to the fierce military police behind him, ordering in a cold, emotionless voice:
"Kagesa Yoshiaki, how dare you!"
"How dare you arrest and torture important personnel without authorization!" His voice wasn't loud, but it carried the weight of iron, striking everyone's hearts: "Untie these two immediately!"
All those involved, including everyone present from the Kageyama organization, were taken away and brought back to the Shanghai Military Police Station for rigorous interrogation and awaiting further action!
These words, like a final verdict, carried a chilling, rusty chill, causing Kagesa Tsuneaki's heart to sink into an icy abyss, freezing instantly!
He knew that he had not only kicked a hornet's nest, but had committed a truly catastrophic disaster!
The charge of making unauthorized arrests could involve the military police system or even "important personnel" who may have a secret connection with Yuta Itai himself, and the charges could be serious or minor.
But with Yudai Itai, especially with the other party's strong intervention, there is absolutely no possibility of a peaceful resolution!
Opposing the military police!
Even someone like Matsui Iwane... let alone my own meager, newly accumulated power!
Once confirmed, his painstakingly built "Kagesa Agency" will likely be immediately destroyed, and his military career, and even his life, may be in jeopardy!
His gaze unconsciously drifted to Aoki Takeshige, who was standing slightly behind Itai.
At this moment, Aoki Takeshige's face still held its usual calm, as if he were wearing a mask, revealing no emotion whatsoever.
But if you look closely, you'll notice that beneath his lowered eyelids, there seems to be a barely perceptible, cold upward curve at the corner of his mouth.
His gaze calmly swept over Kagesa Yoshiaki, whose face was ashen and who looked like a defeated rooster. His eyes held a knowing understanding of everything, an indifferent detachment, and even a faint hint of smugness and mockery, as if to say, "I knew you would do this. Just as I expected."
It was as if he was silently declaring: "In Shanghai, you think you can bypass me and carry out secret schemes?"
Lieutenant Colonel Kagesa, you're still too naive.
See, now you know how powerful I am, a second lieutenant in the military police and the head of the Shanghai Special Higher Police Section!
So that's why you always act like a superior, unapproachable senior when you see me! Humph!!
Meanwhile, Hase, the subordinate of Kagesa Yoshiaki who had acted on his own initiative and caused a terrible disaster, was already terrified and pale the moment Itai and the others broke in and Kagesa was beaten.
Taking advantage of the chaos caused by everyone's attention being drawn to him, he moved his body tremblingly, like an overly frightened and wretched mouse, trying to shrink into the darkest corner piled with clutter.
He wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground, his heart filled with endless regret and bone-chilling fear. He desperately tried to minimize his presence, lest he be noticed by Kagesa Yoshiaki, or even more terrifying Section Chief Itai.
The Game of Thrones is brutal and direct, devoid of any warmth.
Kagesa Tadaaki clearly misjudged the situation in Shanghai, underestimated the power and reaction speed of his opponents, and overestimated his own importance on this new stage.
He intended to challenge the existing rules and potential opponents, but was easily and utterly crushed by the more powerful rule-makers in the most brutal, merciless, and humiliating way, leaving him with no chance to fight back.
The cold-blooded military police stepped forward and began to meticulously carry out Ban Jing's orders, untying Xu Tian and Shen Suqiu.
The situation in the warehouse, which was just moments ago dominated by Kagesa, has completely changed hands in just a few minutes.
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Nanjing, a temporary officers' quarters area designated by the Japanese military police.
In stark contrast to the deathly silence and desolation permeating the ruins outside, a deliberately constructed, false warmth and hustle and bustle, incongruous with its surroundings, permeates a detached building that has been simply repaired and barely restored to its former dignity.
A spacious room, covered with brand-new tatami mats, has become an isolated island cut off from the outside world.
The ground was smooth and exuded a faint fragrance of straw mats, dispelling the faint smell of gunpowder and blood in the air.
In the center of the room, a heavy, low black lacquered table was laden with exquisite Japanese dishes.
The sashimi laid on crushed ice gleamed like pearls, the tempura was fried to a golden brown and crispy, and a small lacquered bowl held a bowl of slightly steaming miso soup, with several pots of warm sake beside it.
The air is filled with the aromas of food, the rich scent of sake, and the fragrance of premium tobacco, weaving a tapestry of extravagance.
At this moment, Nanjing is still experiencing widespread water and power outages, but in this room, several paper lanterns are lit, and the soft, dim light flows down, making the interior warm and cozy, as if the bleeding and weeping city outside is just a distant background.
The four people were sitting around a low table.
The person in the main seat was Yusuke Ichijo. He had changed out of his usual impeccably tailored military uniform and was wearing a navy blue floral kimono. His posture was slightly casual, but he still couldn't hide the aristocratic demeanor that was etched into his bones.
On the left is Masato Taniguchi. Even in this moment of relaxation and drinking, he maintains an upright posture with his back straight, preserving the rigidity ingrained in a soldier.
On the right is Shozo Mitsuda, leaning against a cushion with his collar slightly open and his face bearing his usual aristocratic, cynical smile, though his eyes occasionally flash with a sharp light.
Sitting opposite Yusuke Ichijo was Lieutenant Colonel Taro Shigeno, the only "civilian" from the 4th Division.
He was slightly overweight, always wearing a friendly, businessman-like smile, but his eyes revealed a shrewdness.
The month-long, frenzied fighting and the accompanying bloody "purge" have temporarily come to an end. The brutal "reconstruction of order" has been initially completed, and the transfer of power appears to be smooth.
These officers, who were close friends and had also benefited from the grand feast in Nanjing, had a rare opportunity to gather together and enjoy this moment of "peace" that had been bought with countless lives.
"Come on, Ichijo-kun, Taniguchi-kun, Mitsuda-kun," Shigeno Taro said loudly, raising his small ceramic wine glass first, his face flushed with the effects of the wine.
His gaze swept over the luxurious furnishings inside, a stark contrast to the ruins outside, and his tone was filled with undisguised conqueror's smugness: "To the great victory of the Imperial Holy War, and to the fact that we can reunite in this ancient capital of six dynasties, Jinling, cheers!"
"Cheers!" Mayu Taniguchi raised his glass calmly, and although he tried to maintain a serious expression, the fine lines at the corners of his eyes revealed a rare sense of relaxation.
He took a sip of sake and said with a touch of emotion, "Speaking of which, I really never imagined that one day we would be sitting here in Nanjing, enjoying drinks and conversation." His words easily stirred up memories of their antics in the izakayas of Harbin.