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

Chapter 1025 The Movie King and the Madman

"Asanogawa, how do you think we should solve this problem?" Hong Yuzhang's voice was low and powerful, as if every word contained irresistible majesty.

Asanogawa bowed slightly and replied, "Sir, if we don't let these angry people see Fujita Toru, their anger will never subside. In this case, it is better to bring Fujita Toru in front of the people. Anyway, Fujita Toru doesn't dare to talk nonsense now. As long as he admits that he has nothing to do with the Kyoto secret report, the image of Fujita Toru as a messenger of justice created by some people will collapse, and the anger of the incited people will also subside."

Hearing this, Hong Yuzhang's eyes flashed with approval. He nodded and said, "Your idea is good, but we must be cautious in implementing it. Fujita Ying is not an easy person to deal with. We must make sure he doesn't talk nonsense in front of the public."

"Don't worry, sir," Asanogawa said, "I will prepare in advance and make sure Fujita Taka can only say what we want him to say in front of the public."

Hong Yuzhang nodded with satisfaction, and then the two began to discuss the specific implementation plan in detail.

They knew that this crisis was not only about the reputation of the rough jade, but also about the stability of the empire. Therefore, they had to go all out to ensure that nothing could go wrong.

In the dark and damp cell of Pu Yu, the iron fence divided the space into two worlds. On one side, Fujita Ying was imprisoned, his face distorted, his eyes like burning flames, full of anger and unwillingness.

On the other side, Kobayashi Tanaka was also in a cage, but his expression was completely different from Fujita Toru's. It was a complex emotion mixed with fear, guilt and helplessness.

"Xiaolin, why did you frame me?" Fujita Ying's voice echoed in the small space, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, full of anger and despair. His eyes were fixed on Xiaolin Tanaka, as if he wanted to see through the other's soul.

Kobayashi Tanaka lowered his head, clenched his fists, and answered with a trembling voice: "Fujita-kun, I had no choice. You know, they threatened my family. If I didn't tell the truth, my daughter would..." When he said this, his voice choked, as if he was really under tremendous pressure.

However, Fujita Ying was not fooled by his acting. He shook the bars of the cell like crazy and shouted, "Enough! Xiaolin, stop acting! There are only two of us here, you don't need to hide anything! I know that the truth you are talking about does not exist at all! I was not involved in the Kyoto secret report at all!"

Kobayashi Tanaka still maintained his fearful look. He raised his head, and a hint of subtle cunning flashed in his eyes, but it was soon replaced by guilt: "Fujita-kun, you really misunderstood me. I really want to help you, but the reality is too cruel. I... I just don't want to lose my daughter."

Fujita Ying listened to Kobayashi Tanaka's sophistry, and his anger grew even stronger. He was almost going crazy, because he knew clearly that Kobayashi Tanaka was still acting, and all this was to cover up a secret that could not be told.

"Xiao Lin, stop pretending! Do you think I will believe you? You are lying! I, Fujita Ying, must be blind to trust you!" Fujita Ying's voice had become hoarse, and his eyes were bloodshot, as if they would burst at any time.

Seeing this, Kobayashi Tanaka seemed to be more determined in his acting skills. He began to talk about how he was threatened and forced to tell the "truth", and played the role of a person who was forced to betray his master to the fullest.

There was a tearful tone in his voice, as if he had really suffered a great injustice.

However, Fujita Ying had completely lost his patience. He glared at Kobayashi Tanaka with murderous intent in his eyes: "Kobayashi, don't think I will let you go! When I get out, I will make sure you know the real price!"

In the dim and damp cell of Pu Yu, a series of piercing noises broke the original silence. The guard in charge of the cell, a burly man with a gloomy face, was finally enraged by Fujita Ying's continuous roar. He strode over impatiently, pointed at Fujita Ying's nose mercilessly, and said in a low and majestic voice: "Be quiet, Fujita Ying! If you keep yelling like this, don't blame me for being rude!"

However, Fujita Ying had completely lost his mind at this moment. His eyes were bloodshot and his face was twisted like a ghost from hell. Facing the guards' warning, he not only did not restrain himself, but instead shouted like crazy: "Come on! Kill me if you dare! Even if I, Fujita Ying, die here today, I will not let you succeed!"

The guard sneered, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes: "Hmph, you want to die? That's not easy! I will definitely meet your request, but definitely not now." After saying that, he winked at another guard beside him, and the two of them quickly pulled out short sticks from their waists, opened the cell door, and strode in.

Seeing this, Fujita Ying became even more crazy, and with heavy shackles on his feet, he suddenly pounced forward and knocked one of the guards to the ground. In the narrow cell, the two bodies were tightly entangled together. Fujita Ying roared like a beast and bit the other's fingers tightly with his teeth.

"Ah--!" The guard let out a shrill scream and struggled desperately, trying to get out of Fujita Ying's mouth, but Fujita Ying's teeth were like iron clamps, tightly clamping his fingers.

"Hurry up! Kill this madman!" The injured guard shouted to his companions, his voice full of fear and despair.

Seeing this, another guard hurriedly swung the short stick in his hand and kept hitting Fujita Ying. The short stick drew cruel arcs in the air, and each hit was accompanied by Fujita Ying's painful groan and the guard's cold laughter.

However, Fujita Ying refused to give in. His eyes were still filled with anger and indomitable spirit, as if he wanted to vent all his pain and resentment on this innocent guard.

It was not until the opponent's attack became more and more severe, and a stick hit Fujita Ying's neck hard, that he loosened his teeth with a dazed look and spat out a small part of his bloody finger. At that moment, Fujita Ying's body collapsed to the ground with unwillingness and despair on his face. His breathing became weak and heavy, as if it would stop at any time.

The guard whose finger was bitten off struggled to get up. He looked at his severed finger with trembling eyes, which was covered in blood and in unbearable pain. An uncontrollable rage burned in his heart. He picked up the short stick in anger, his eyes like a fire-breathing beast, and roared: "I will beat this madman to death! I will make him pay for my finger!"

The sticks rained down on Fujita Ying's head and body, and each blow was accompanied by a dull sound and Fujita Ying's painful groan. Blood flowed from his head and body, quickly staining the straw on the floor of the cell red, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Fujita Ying seemed to have lost his sense of pain. He smiled nervously, and his smile was twisted and weird, as if he had lost his mind. His eyes were full of provocation and disdain, as if he was mocking the guards' incompetence.

Another guard watched this scene and couldn't help but feel a little worried. He hurried forward to stop his companion, with a hint of anxiety in his voice: "Stop fighting! According to the news from above, this madman will be executed tomorrow. If you beat him to death now, we will be punished!"

The guard whose finger was bitten off paused for a moment after hearing this. He glared at Fujita Ying fiercely, as if he wanted to engrave his appearance into his bones. Then, he threw away the short stick in his hand angrily, panting and saying, "You got it easy, lunatic! Tomorrow is your death!"