Warlords: Rising from the Northwest Border and Sweeping Across the Powers

Chapter 1037 Long time no see

The truck eventually stopped in front of a Japanese-style house in a wealthy area in eastern Kyoto.

Fujita Ying looked at the building. Although his own house was in this area, he had no impression of this house. In his memory, this should be an empty space.

Yamamoto Satoshi took out the key from his arms and skillfully opened the heavy wooden door.

"Come in." He gestured for permission.

After walking through the deep corridor and arriving at a spacious reception room, Yamamoto took off his shoes naturally, as if this was his home.

"Mr. Fujita, please take a seat." He gestured to Fujita Toru to sit on the tatami next to the low table, and he turned around to prepare tea set.

Soon, a cup of steaming tea was placed in front of Fujita Ying.

"I'm not in the mood for tea now." Fujita Ying's voice was a little stiff, "I want to see your real boss. Who is behind all this?"

Yamamoto Satoshi sat down elegantly opposite him, still with that mysterious smile on his face: "Don't worry, Mr. Fujita. The gentleman will be here soon."

He took a sip of tea. "Now, all we have to do is wait patiently."

Fujita Ying clenched his fists. He was very uncomfortable with the feeling of being led by the nose, but he knew he had no choice.

The living room was silent, with only the ticking of the old clock on the wall.

The wind chimes under the eaves occasionally make crisp sounds, further highlighting the depressing silence.

Yamamoto Satoshi seemed to be completely unconcerned about the atmosphere and was sipping his tea by himself, as if he was waiting for an ordinary meeting.

But Fujita Ying knew that what was waiting for him next would be a conversation that would change his destiny.

"Squeak—"

Half an hour later, there was finally a sound coming from the gate of the house.

Fujita Ying raised his head suddenly, and all the muscles in his body tensed up. The chaotic footsteps came from far away and echoed in the silent corridor.

He stared at the entrance of the reception room, his heart beating like a drum. What kind of person could this manipulator of his fate be?

The footsteps are getting closer.

Finally, a figure appeared at the door.

Fujita Ying's pupils suddenly contracted.

The man was wearing a well-tailored dark suit, and his shiny leather shoes made crisp sounds on the wooden floor. He was tall, and his every move was elegant and casual.

What was most striking was his expression—a cynical smile on his face, as if he had everything under control.

That young face and that calm demeanor made Fujita Ying feel inexplicably uneasy. He originally thought he would meet a shrewd politician or a powerful person hiding in the dark.

But the appearance of the young man in front of him completely broke his expectations.

The man stood at the door, looking down at Fujita Ying, the smile on his face becoming deeper.

Under the light of the reception room, the familiar face finally became clearly visible.

"It's you, Mitsui Hisashi!" Fujita Ying stood up suddenly and shouted the name in disbelief.

Everything became clear. This carefully designed game was actually manipulated by the Mitsui family. Mitsui Shou, the eldest son of the Mitsui family, the future heir, and his old enemy.

Every time the two of them clashed, this seemingly cynical guy always managed to defeat him. Whether it was an open fight in the business world or a secret competition, he was always in his calculations.

"Long time no see, Fujita-kun." Mitsui Shou said with a smile, a hint of teasing in his voice, "It seems like you haven't had a good time recently?"

Just as Fujita Ying was about to speak, he saw Mitsui Hisashi suddenly stop smiling and respectfully move aside.

A middle-aged man of average build and ordinary appearance appeared at the door. He was wearing a plain dark suit and had a smile on his face that made people feel like spring breeze. But deep in his eyes, there was an indescribable majesty.

"Director Xiong, please come in." Mitsui Hisashi said in stiff Chinese. The respect in his tone made Fujita Ying feel incredible.

In his impression, Mitsui Shou had always been arrogant, even when his father met him, he was nonchalant. But at this moment, he showed unprecedented respect to this ordinary-looking middle-aged man.

Fujita Ying's heart sank suddenly. He suddenly realized that this game was much more complicated than he thought.

"Mr. Yamamoto, please go out first." Mitsui Shou said.

Yamamoto Satoshi bowed respectfully, silently left the reception room and closed the door gently.

"Asshole!" Fujita Ying could no longer suppress his inner anger, "Mitsui Shou, why are you putting the blame on me? That damn Kyoto secret report, was it you who did it?"

Mitsui Shou just chuckled and sat down gracefully next to Xiong Chang: "Fujita-kun, you misunderstood. To be precise, I am just a subordinate of Director Xiong."

"What?" Fujita Ying was stunned.

"Let me introduce you," Mitsui said in that annoying tone, "This is Xiong Chang, the director of the Special Intelligence Department in Kyoto, China."

"Special...Intelligence Department?" Fujita Ying's voice trembled a little.

"That's right," Xiong Chang finally spoke, his voice as gentle as a kind elder, "The Special Intelligence Department is China's secret agency in Kyoto, responsible for collecting and processing some...special intelligence."

He continued in fluent Japanese: "Mitsui-kun is one of our most capable assistants in Kyoto. As for the Kyoto secret report," he looked at Fujita Ying meaningfully, "it did come from us."

Fujita Ying felt cold all over. He finally understood why Mitsui Shou was so respectful to this seemingly ordinary middle-aged man. The man with a gentle expression in front of him was the one who really manipulated everything behind the scenes.

"So," Mitsui Shou showed a meaningful smile, "Fujita-kun, you should understand now, right? You and I are just pawns on this chessboard. It's just that I realized this earlier than you.

"Mitsui Shou..." Fujita Ying swallowed hard, his voice trembling with anger, "You, no, the entire Mitsui family, betrayed the Fuso Empire? Betrayed His Majesty the Emperor?"

Mitsui Shou gently shook the teacup in his hand, still with that annoying smile on his face: "Betrayal? That word is too ugly, Fujita-kun."

He sipped his tea elegantly. "It is said that a man who knows the current situation is a hero. The Chinese expeditionary force will soon enter Kyoto. This is a fact that no one can change."

"you!"

"The Mitsui family," he interrupted Fujita Ying, "is just making the most rational choice. Good birds choose trees to roost in. You should understand this truth."

His tone was light, as if he was talking about today's weather: "Pu Yu has gone crazy, and he is still dreaming those unrealistic dreams. But we, the Mitsui family, don't want to go crazy with him."

Fujita stared at Mitsui Shou. He had never thought that this former enemy would betray his country in this way. What shocked him even more was that Mitsui Shou said these words as if he was talking about an ordinary business.

"You, the Mitsui family..." Fujita Ying's voice was full of disbelief, "You just betrayed the loyalty of several generations?"

Mitsui Shou suddenly laughed: "Loyalty? Fujita-kun, you are still so naive. In this era, loyalty is far less real than interests."