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

Chapter 835: The Human Sobriety Negotiations Failed

Su Zhengyang's eyes slowly swept across Fujita Teru's bloodstained and desperate face, and a smile appeared on his lips. He slowly spoke in a low and magnetic voice: "You finally won the duel with Suzuki Taro, which is worth congratulating. You have earned a way out for yourself. No matter what the future holds, at least at this moment, you are free."

Upon hearing this, Fujita Teru raised his head with difficulty, looked at Su Zhengyang with his bloodshot eyes, and shook his extremely heavy head, as if trying to dispel all the chaos and confusion.

"No, Su Zhengyang, you won't let me go easily. This so-called duel is nothing more than a carefully designed drama in your eyes. You enjoy the pleasure of controlling the fate of others. As for your exposure of the scandal between Suzuki Taro and my wife, it was also to witness his death with your own eyes."

Su Zhengyang heard this and sneered: "Oh? How do you know that I won't keep my promise and let you go?"

Fujita Teru smiled bitterly, his voice hoarse: "You, Su Zhengyang, are a complete devil, a madman who enjoys playing with people's hearts! You have never been truly kind to us Fuso people, and every action you take is full of calculations and conspiracies. Besides, even if you really let me go, where can I go? Go back to Kyoto and face the wrath of the Suzuki family? No, that will only make me die faster."

Su Zhengyang looked at Fujita Teru's desperate yet clear eyes, laughed dumbly, shook his head and said: "Fujita Teru, you are really clear-headed. Since you want to die and don't want to suffer in this world anymore, then I will grant your wish. In this world, death is sometimes a kind of relief."

In the last moment of despair and anger, Fujita Teru struggled to stand up with his remaining willpower.

His legs were shaking and his steps were staggering. He fell to his knees in front of Su Zhengyang with a plop. The sound of his knees hitting the floor was particularly loud in the silent room.

"President Su, I know you have great ambitions and will continue to wage wars until you conquer the entire Fuso." Fujita Teru's voice was low and hoarse, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth. "My life is ruined and I have no face to live in this world again. But there is one thing I will never rest in peace. I beg you, on the day you occupy Kyoto, you must find that bitch - Keiko, and kill her. Even in hell, I will see with my own eyes that she gets the punishment she deserves!"

Upon hearing this, Su Zhengyang curled up a playful smile. He did not answer immediately, but just looked at Fujita Teru quietly.

Li Yunlong at the side could not help but sneered, "Fujita-kun, don't put all the blame on your wife. Why involve women in a war between men? But then again, I just saw with my own eyes that Suzuki Taro's earthworm, although short and sturdy, is indeed a little thicker than yours."

These words were like a sharp knife, stabbing into Fujita Teru's heart again.

But he had no time to care about these humiliations. In his heart, there was only endless hatred for Huizi. He raised his head and stared at Su Zhengyang with his bloodshot eyes, waiting for his answer.

Su Zhengyang finally spoke, his voice calm and indifferent: "Mr. Fujita, I have received your request. I can assure you that no one in Fuso, regardless of gender or age, will escape the punishment of China. As for your wife Keiko, she will naturally be no exception."

After receiving this affirmative answer, a relieved smile appeared on Fujita Teru's face.

It was a smile of relief, but also a smile of despair.

Fujita Teru slowly stood up, without looking at anyone, and resolutely slammed his head against the corner of the conference table.

"Bang!" A dull impact sound was heard, and Fujita Teru's skull instantly shattered. Blood spurted out like a fountain, staining his lapels and a corner of the conference table red.

Fujita Teru's body fell weakly to the ground, his eyes wide open, as if he was still staring at this world that he once loved but also hurt him deeply.

At this moment, he finally ended his miserable life, and left this world forever with endless hatred for Huizi and despair for the future.

Su Zhengyang slowly stood up, his eyes as cold as a knife, staring directly at Li Yunlong, and ordered in a deep voice: "Li Yunlong, go deal with Suzuki Taro's body. I want you to chop him into pieces and feed him to the dogs. As for his ashes, there is no need to show the slightest respect, just throw them into the cesspool, let him die with his eyes open, and taste the evil consequences of his own actions."

Li Yunlong heard this, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and then he responded respectfully: "Yes, President, I will do it immediately."

At this time, Liu Kangding, who was standing next to Su Zhengyang, had red eyes and could not hide his excitement.

He clenched his fists and said in a trembling voice: "Master, it's been four years! Four whole years! We have been investigating the truth of the assassination that year. Finally, you found the instigator hiding in the dark and made him pay the price! At this moment, I... I really don't know how to describe my feelings!"

Su Zhengyang turned around, looked deeply at Liu Gangding, and said in a loud voice: "Kangding, this is just the beginning. I, Su Zhengyang, swear to make the entire Fusang feel the wrath and punishment from China. I will turn every inch of their land into an endless hell, and make them pay a thousand times the price for their past crimes!"

At this point, Su Zhengyang's eyes became even colder, as if he had already seen the future Fusang land baptized by war.

Su Zhengyang raised his head slightly, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and continued: "As for Emperor Rento, the rebellious tone in his telegram actually interests me. I am looking forward to whether he can still maintain his current attitude and whether he still has the courage to face my anger when I personally set foot in Kyoto."

In the deep palace of Kyoto, the night was deep and everything was silent. Only the occasional sound of drums in the distance broke the dull silence.

Emperor Jinto of Fuso sat alone in the imperial study. The flickering candlelight illuminated his furrowed brow and uneasy expression.

Outside the window, the moonlight was dim, and it seemed that even the cold silver light carried some ominous foreboding signs.

Suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps broke the silence of the study, and a servant in court uniform hurried in, holding a telegram in his hand with a serious expression.

The attendant knelt on the ground and presented the telegram with both hands. There was a barely perceptible tremor in his voice: "Your Majesty, an urgent telegram from the front."

When Emperor Rendong heard this, his heart suddenly tightened. He slowly stretched out his hand and took the telegram, as if the thin piece of paper was carrying a heavy burden.

Emperor Jindong took a deep breath, trying to calm his heart, and then slowly unfolded the telegram. As the words came into his eyes, his face gradually turned pale, and a light of disbelief and anger flashed in his eyes.

Su Zhengyang's arrogant and resolute words on the telegram pierced his heart like a sharp knife: "The war will continue until Fusang is reduced to scorched earth. My oath will be fulfilled, and the day when my horse tramples on Kyoto is not far away. By then, I hope Your Majesty will condescend to kneel at my feet and beg for mercy. The people of Fusang will either become evil spirits or become slaves of China."

After reading the telegram, Emperor Ninto's hands could not help but tremble, and the telegram paper was almost crushed in his hands.

He stood up suddenly and threw the telegram on the desk in anger. A loud "bang" sounded, echoing in the empty study.