"If you don't want to die, you'd better throw away the gun," Lin San slowly walked out from the side, still holding a cigarette in his mouth, and smoke was constantly coming out of his nostrils.
Yamada Ichiro pointed his gun at Lin San and shouted sternly: "Get out of my way, or I will shoot."
Lin San looked at Yamada Ichiro with a look that looked like a fool, and curled his lips: "You should look behind you, you don't know whether to live or die."
"Uh," Yamada Ichiro was stunned and turned his head subconsciously. There was nothing behind him.
"What a fool," Lin San came to Yamada Ichiro in an instant, took away Yamada Ichiro's pistol with a wave of his hand, and then pressed the pistol against Yamada Ichiro's forehead.
"No," Yamada Ichiro said with a hint of fear in his eyes, "don't kill me, don't kill me,"
Lin San looked at Yamada Ichiro coldly: "You are the boss behind this club, right?"
"Yes, yes, I am the boss here, Yamada Ichiro. Please, don't kill me. I will give you money. I will give you all my money." Yamada Ichiro suddenly opened the black suitcase in his hand and revealed A box of thick US dollar bills and a dozen gold bars.
"You want to bribe me with just this little money," Lin San snorted coldly and slowly pulled the trigger.
"Pfft," Yamada Ichiro suddenly knelt on the ground and looked at Lin San pleadingly: "Please, don't kill me, please,"
Suddenly there was a smell of odor. Lin San looked down and saw that it was Yamada Ichiro who was so frightened that he peed his pants: "Fuck, what a coward." Lin San took a few steps back and distanced himself from Yamada Ichiro.
Yamada Ichiro lay down and wanted to crawl towards Lin San.
"Kneel there and don't move," Lin San shouted softly. Lin San couldn't stand the smell of Yamada Ichiro's urine.
Yamada Ichiro's body trembled, and he knelt on the spot obediently, not daring to move any more.
Lin San slapped the smell in front of his nose and looked at Yamada Ichiro in disgust: "You really want to live,"
"Yes, yes, please, spare my life. As long as you don't kill me, I will promise you anything," Yamada Ichiro's face turned pale, and cold sweat fell to the ground drop by drop along his forehead.
Lin San turned the pistol and blew on the muzzle: "I don't have to kill you, but you have to do what I say."
"Okay, okay, I will do whatever you ask me to do," Yamada Ichiro kept nodding.
Lin San took out a piece of paper and a pen and threw them in front of Yamada Ichiro: "Listen, you can write whatever I say,"
"Yes," Yamada Ichiro hurriedly picked up the pen and made a gesture of writing at any time.
Lin San took a puff of cigarette: "I, Yamada Ichiro, came to China this time on the surface to do business, but secretly I wanted to undermine China's social stability..."
"Ah, you asked me to write this," Yamada Ichiro's expression changed drastically and he threw away the pen in his hand.
Lin San frowned and pulled the trigger of the pistol directly. "Bang," there was a loud noise, and a bullet grazed Yamada Ichiro's ear, leaving a black hole in the wall.
"Ah," Yamada Ichiro exclaimed, immediately holding his head with his hands and lying on the ground.
Lin San grinned: "It's really frustrating. I missed the shot just now. This time I have to aim no matter what." As he spoke, Lin San pointed the gun directly at Yamada Ichiro's head and began to slowly pull the trigger. .
"I'll write, I'll write," Yamada Ichiro waved his hands hurriedly: "Don't shoot, I'll write right away." After saying that, Yamada Ichiro picked up the pen, lay on the ground and started writing on the paper.
The corners of Lin San's mouth curled up slightly, with a hint of a smile on her face.
After a while, Yamada Ichiro handed the written paper to Lin San with trembling hands.
Lin San took it over, glanced at it, stuffed it into his arms, then reached out and picked up Yamada Ichiro and walked downstairs.
...
Outside the building.
Gao Yun looked at the door of the building anxiously, his mouth opening and closing, muttering something unknown.
"Are you waiting for me?" A man's laughter suddenly came from behind.
Gao Yun suddenly turned around and saw Lin San standing behind him with a smile, and his face suddenly lit up: "Keqing Lin, you're out,"
Lin San smiled: "I came out a long time ago. Here, here is this for you." As he spoke, Lin San took out a piece of paper from his arms and handed it to Gao Yun.
Gao Yun took the paper and looked at it doubtfully, his eyes suddenly widened: "This...how did you get this..."
"Of course it was written by Yamada Ichiro, the owner of Fengyun Leisure Club himself." Lin San glanced at Gao Yun in surprise: "Isn't it written very clearly on it? There is also Yamada Ichiro's signature and handprint at the end. You can't understand it. "
"No, that's not what I meant," Gao Yun shook his head repeatedly: "I mean, how could Yamada Ichiro write this? Is he stupid?"
Lin San laughed: "Of course Yamada Ichiro would not write this voluntarily, but after being slightly intimidated by me, he immediately wrote it honestly." Thinking of Yamada Ichiro's scared shit just now, Lin San felt a little funny.
"That's it," Gao Yun nodded suddenly.
"Ichiro Yamada has already put it in the trunk of the car. In this way, we have both human witnesses and physical evidence. The Japanese country does not dare to go against us too much," Lin San thought very carefully. This Fengyun Leisure Club is a Japanese country. If Lin Sanyi's property was set on fire, the Japanese country would definitely protest, and they might even use this matter as an excuse to try to get China to apologize and make compensation. Now with Yamada Ichiro's "confession", the Japanese country would not dare to blatantly Against China.
Now Gao Yun admired Lin San from the bottom of his heart. He single-handedly destroyed the nest that the Japanese had occupied for many years, and he was still unscathed. This was really amazing.
"First... sir..." A figure suddenly ran out from the alley diagonally opposite.
Lin San looked back and was immediately happy, seeing that it was Zhu Qingshi.
At this time, Zhu Qingshi looked very embarrassed, half of his hair was burned off by the fire, his face was covered with dust, his clothes were dirty, and he even lost one of his shoes.
"Why haven't you left yet," Lin San asked with a smile.
Zhu Qingshi licked his dry lips: "I'm waiting for you to come out,"
"Oh, wait for me, what can I do?" Lin San asked doubtfully.
Zhu Qingshi hesitated for a moment and said, "Who are you?"
"What I can tell you is that we are all Chinese, Boss Zhu. I have a few words I want to tell you," Lin San said lightly.
"You tell me, I'll listen," Zhu Qingshi nodded.
"Boss Zhu, you are a Chinese. I hope you will stop giving money to Japanese people in vain in the future." Lin San's meaning is very simple. He blames Zhu Qingshi for coming to Fengyun Leisure Club to gamble and giving money to Japanese people in vain. , you must know that Huaxia and Japan are incompatible with each other. It can be said that they are full of contradictions. As a Chinese, it is right to reject Japan.
Zhu Qingshi twitched the corner of his mouth, with a hint of embarrassment on his face: "Actually, I just like to gamble, and I really have no intention of giving money to the Japanese people."
Lin San waved his hand: "I don't care what your behavior was in the past. I hope you can have the consciousness of a Chinese person in the future."
Zhu Qingshi nodded: "I understand, I will definitely stay away from the Japanese people in the future."
"Okay, I've said all that needs to be said. You can leave. By the way, I hope you won't tell anyone about what happened tonight," Lin San said, raising his feet to leave.
"Sir," Zhu Qingshi chased after him again.
Lin San stopped and looked at Zhu Qingshi doubtfully: "Why, there is something else."
Zhu Qingshi took out a check from his arms: "Didn't we just agree that the money won in the casino will be divided into 30/70 shares? This is your share." As he spoke, Zhu Qingshi was about to hand over the check. To Lin San.
Lin San shook his head: "You should use the money to do some good deeds," and after saying that, he led Gao Yun and left.
...
Inside the villa.
Han Yulong and the three old men kept explaining something.
A red-faced old man waved his hand: "Team Leader Han, you trust that Lin San too much, don't you?"
"No, Lin Keqing insisted on going alone..." Han Yulong explained.
"Hmph, how capable can a young boy be? Leader Han, I'm just wondering. Are your eyes blinded by chicken feathers? How could you let a young boy be the guest of the Dragon Team? No, I'm sure I need to compare notes with that Lin San to see how capable he is," a tall old man snorted coldly.
Han Yulong curled his lips and thought to himself: If you really go to Lin San to argue, you will probably lose your face.
Finally, the thin old man said: "Team Leader Han, you are really too reckless this time. Lin San is definitely no match for those Japanese people..."
"Creak," a car suddenly braked suddenly outside the villa.
Han Yulong's eyes lit up: "I'm back,"
"Bang," the door of the villa was pushed open, and a tired-looking Gao Yun walked in carrying a black box.
"Gao Yun, you are back," Han Yulong glanced behind Gao Yun: "Hey, where is Lin Keqing?"
"Hmph, that Lin Keqing must have been killed by the Japanese," the red-faced old man sneered from the side.
"Fart," Gao Yun suddenly raised his eyebrows and cursed at the red-faced old man.
The red-faced old man was stunned for a moment, then got angry: "What did you say?"
Gao Yun glanced at the red-faced old man coldly, and curled his lips disdainfully: "I said you were farting just now. Lin Keqing is so skilled, how could he be killed by Japanese people?"
"Presumptuous," the red-faced old man trembled with anger. He pointed at Gao Yun and cursed: "How dare you be so disrespectful to me, an elder, you are not big or small, let's see how I teach you a lesson." After that, he was about to go up. Move forward.
Han Yulong hurriedly stopped the red-faced old man and tried to persuade him.
The other two elders in the villa also came forward to persuade the red-faced old man to calm down his anger and not to worry too much about a junior.
After a long time, the red-faced old man suppressed the anger in his heart and snorted at Gao Yun: "Because you are a junior, I won't argue with you today. If you dare to be disrespectful to me again in the future, I will teach you a lesson." you,"