"It means that Baga, whose surname is Lei, rejected me?"
Ichiro Imamura roared and slammed the Go board in front of him onto Zuo Zuomu and eight bodyguards who were kneeling on the ground and bowing their heads to report.
"Father, but Mumu promised us to convict the Hong Kong man!"
Zuo Zuomu, who was hit, buried his head lower, with a trace of cruelty flashing in his eyes.
"Baga! I told you to call me president in front of others!"
"Hi, President!"
"Then let that Hong Kong bastard named Lei not leave Tokyo!" Ichiro Imamura ordered harshly.
"Hi!"
"By the way, is there any news from Kiyoko?" said his daughter Ichiro Imamura's temper. He showed a trace of kindness in his anger.
"President, Miss Qingzi seems to be on a sailing parade on a gambling ship. The Yamada team is responsible for the security of the gambling ship. The destination is Atlantic City. It should arrive in half a month. Our manpower has been prepared in Atlantic City. In Qingzi
I can take Miss Kiyoko home as soon as I get off the ship!" Zuo Zuomu already had news that Kiyoko was on the Fuki Maru, and also knew that the Fuki Maru was robbed by a group of international gangsters, but these robbers
In the end, they were all arrested by the Hong Kong Police. Lei Yaoyang was also on the boat at that time, so Imamura Kiyoko most likely fell into the hands of the Hong Kong pig mentioned by Ichiro Imamura.
"By the way, President, this is Mumu's wine as a tribute to you. He said he would like to toast to the glory of our Ryusei Club and his further progress!" Zuo Zuomu finally raised his head, and with the nod of Imamura Ichiro, he stood up and took it from the next room.
I returned a bottle of Longquan sake.
"Yo Xi!" Seeing that the people in the police station were so obedient and as docile as a dog, the stimulation I had received in front of Lei Yaoyang these days dispelled a lot of the haze. Plus, thinking of my daughter coming home soon,
The Baga named Lei was also going to die soon. There happened to be a bottle of wine in front of him and he couldn't help but open a bottle to celebrate.
But the table just now had been overturned by him, and Zuo Zuomu seemed to have noticed his thoughts, and immediately lay on the ground and used his back as a drinking table for Ichiro Imamura.
Ichiro Imamura slowly poured himself a glass, and then thought that he seemed to be too harsh on his adopted son just now. He looked at the other cup that was brought along with the wine, so he also poured a cup for Zuo Zuomu.
, I hope that after the two clink glasses, his adopted son will understand that he has good intentions and that the future belongs to young people. When he gets old, the Imamura Group will also be managed by Kiyoko and Zuo Zuomu.
Looking at the wine glass in front of him, Zuo Zuomu's eyes flashed with a trace of astonishment. Having been around him for so many years, he already knew the character of Ichiro Imamura very well, including when Ichiro Imamura gets angry, what he does when he gets angry, and how he calms down. Today
Every step was in his plan. The only thing he didn't expect was that Ichiro Imamura would suddenly think of buying people's hearts and pour him a drink.
Thinking about the Imamura newspaper that was about to be acquired, thinking about how everything in Imamura would soon belong to him, and what would happen if he didn't drink and aroused Ichiro Imamura's suspicion, Imamura Zuozuo's eyes flashed with a hint of ruthlessness and hope that he would be young.
His body was more resistant than this half-century old man, and then he picked up the wine glass with a flattering look on his face.
"Everything is for the president and Imamura!"
Bang!
Wine is good wine. After drinking one glass, I wanted to have another glass, but Ichiro Imamura suddenly felt a cramp in his abdomen, and his whole body became weak. He fell heavily to the ground and looked at his adopted son in front of him who was also sweating profusely on his forehead.
, Ichiro Imamura’s eyes flashed with a trace of astonishment, and he asked weakly:
"Why?"
"snort!"
Zuo Zuomu sneered and did not answer Ichiro Imamura's question. Instead, he crazily held his throat with his hands, hoping to spit out all the wine he had just drank.
Several bodyguards kneeling on the ground went crazy. They had no idea what to do now.
They showed their loyalty to Ichiro Imamura and controlled Zuo Zuomu, but the Ichiro Imamura in front of them was already dying, and the eldest lady was missing. If Zuo Zuomu really took over, then they would definitely not end well.
Wait and see what happens?
If Zuo Zuomu is in power, he will inevitably kill people and silence him. If Ichiro Imamura doesn't die, he will definitely settle the score.
Several people looked at each other and immediately made a decision, that is to run.
Escape from Ichiro Imamura's manor, escape from Tokyo, escape from the island country, maybe there is still a way to survive.
The few people who had made up their minds ran away, completely ignoring the "love and hatred between father and son!"
Zuo Zuomu still underestimated the medicine he prepared. Even after digging out all the contents of his stomach, the medicine still took effect. He also did not expect that all the bodyguards in the room would choose to run away together.
According to his temporary plan, these security guards should choose to send him to the hospital with Ichiro Imamura. As long as he can resist better than Ichiro Imamura, then everything about Imamura will belong to him, and Mu Mu will also become his scapegoat.
It’s also good to sell some of them.
As for these bodyguards, if they know their faces, they will be given a settlement allowance and sent to South Africa or Valadona. If they don't know their faces, they will all be made into cement walls and sent underground to continue their loyalty to Imamura.
What was slightly better than Ichiro Imamura was that Zuo Zuomu just slowly sat on the ground.
"Why?"
Ichiro Imamura kept mumbling.
"Adopted son? Haha? Do you think of me as your son again? I'm just a pet you raised. Ichiro Imamura, touch your chest and ask yourself, do you think of me as Kiyoko's elder brother or as a child?
Her future dog?”
The resentment that Zuo Zuomu had accumulated for more than ten years suddenly burst out. Even though his whole body was limp, he still screamed hysterically at Ichiro Imamura.
"No, Mu Sang, I...have always...regarded you...as...my...son...Qingzi...will...marry you in the future...my...everything...everything belongs to you and Qingzi..."
...My adoptive father has never... regarded you as a dog!"
Ichiro Imamura said tremblingly as he stretched out his hand, hoping that Imamura Sazuaki could pull him up.
A man who is about to die can speak well. There was a trace of hesitation in Zuo Zuomu's mind, but he still pushed Ichiro Imamura's hand away, which also consumed his last bit of strength.
An old man and a young man, an adopted father and an adopted son, both collapsed to the ground at the same time, black blood continuously flowing from their mouths and nostrils.
"Why?"
"Why?"
Zuo Zuomu began to mutter why in his mouth.
Maybe he couldn't figure out why he missed the last step in front of a few bodyguards after all his calculations.
Maybe he couldn't figure out why Ichiro Imamura didn't say everything earlier and why his methods weren't gentler.
perhaps………
"sorry!"
"sorry!"
Ichiro Imamura said sorry with his last bit of strength.
No one answered his why, and he didn't forgive him for being sorry. But if there were so many whys, how could there be so many sorrys?