Chapter 289 Do you have any last words?
In that turbulent era, many heroes emerged, as well as many notorious traitors.
The Kawashima Yoshiko that Chen Jue mentioned was a descendant of the last Qing Dynasty. Her original name was Jin Bihui was the daughter of Prince Heshuo Su of the Qing Dynasty. Later, she was given to Kawashima Suwan of Jiaopenji as an adopted daughter. After she grew up, she became a traitor and lackey of Jiaopenji. She was the commander of the puppet Manchukuo at the time and planned major historical events such as the assassination of Marshal Zhang.
With this identity, the Kawashima family of Jiaobenji was able to obtain many martial arts training methods from the Qing Dynasty.
After all, in that turbulent era, many traditional cultures and skills were interrupted and lost on a large scale, and most of them fell into the hands of the Japanese devils.
"I am just a branch of the Kawashima family... I have only heard of the name Kawashima Yoshiko..." Kawashima Minako responded tremblingly. Having lost her legs , she was like a fish on the chopping board, waiting to be slaughtered. She could only answer Chen Jue's questions truthfully, fearing that if she responded too late, some parts of her body would be missing.
"Then who taught you those martial arts?" Chen Jue asked curiously.
"It was taught by the instructors of the elite training camp. Members of the Black Dragon Group's combat and assassination departments will enter the training camp for intensive training after joining the organization." Kawashima Minako responded with a depressed look.
"Still conducting combat assassination training?"
"I didn't expect you gangsters are so good at this. It seems I have to find time to go to the Black Dragon Group." Chen Jue narrowed his eyes when he heard this.
Many of the martial arts that Kawashima Minako displayed were lost in China. Since he had the opportunity to learn from them, Chen Jue naturally had the idea of bringing the skills back to China.
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The vehicle drove along the coastal highway and it took more than three hours to reach a bustling metropolis. After taking a look at the landmarks displayed on the road, Chen Jue realized that he had arrived in Taito District, Kyoto, Jiaobenji.
It was already past midnight, the city was brightly lit, and although there were few pedestrians on the road, one could still see the lively atmosphere nearby.
The izakayas along the streets and alleys were filled with smoke, and the entrances of KTVs and bars were crowded with people who had just finished a party. Some gray industries also hung colorful neon lights to show that they were open for business.
"Is this the headquarters of your Matsuba Society? It looks quite impressive!" Chen Jue parked the car on the side of the street, pointed at the lighted building outside the car window, and glanced at Jiro Inuzuka who was slumped in the passenger seat.
"Yes... yes... the president and the others are in the office on the top floor ." Inuzuka Jiro responded with a dry mouth. It was a more than three-hour drive, and he was giving directions the whole time without drinking a drop of water. He even had to hold his pee in for fear of angering the devil next to him.
Seeing how cooperative he was, Chen Jue smiled slightly. After getting out of the cab, he went to the back seat first, put his hand on the back of Kawashima Minako's neck, and knocked her out with a little force to prevent her from escaping.
Then he walked to the co-pilot's side, pulled Inuzuka Jiro down, and walked quickly with him into the Matsuba Kai's headquarters building.
There was a team of security guards in suits at the entrance of the building. After seeing Inuzuka Jiro supported by Chen Jue, all the security guards bowed and nodded to him. However, after seeing his dirty appearance and abnormal body, one of the security guards couldn't help but ask: "Vice President Inuzuka! What are you doing..."
"Baga! Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask! Don't stop here like a fool! I have something important to tell you and I have to go see the president right now!" Inuzuka Jiro's face twitched. Feeling the pain in his wrist that was grabbed by Chen Jue, he cooperated and displayed his original aura as the vice president.
“Hi…Hi!”
"The president and several elders have been in a meeting all night and haven't left yet." These security personnel are all low-level employees of the Matsuba Society. They are extremely respectful to high-ranking people like Inuzuka Jiro. After being scolded, they hurriedly made way. One of them even trotted over to press the elevator button for the two of them, for fear of angering the vice-president.
The elevator went all the way up to the 29th floor. Although the Matsuba Kai was a gang organization, it publicly disclosed itself as a large construction company. Its headquarters was a landmark office building with a glass curtain wall outside, which was very impressive.
After the elevator door opened, Chen Jue, under the guidance of Jiro Inuzuka, walked along the magnificently decorated corridor and arrived at the room at the end of the corridor.
There were eight bodyguards in suits standing at the gate. After seeing Jiro Inuzuka, they also nodded respectfully, then turned around and opened the door of the room.
This top-floor office was not designed in a traditional office layout, but was arranged in a Japanese tatami style. A large calligraphy and painting of benevolence and righteousness hung on the wall, and samurai armor and a row of samurai swords were placed in the corner.
The seven elders of the Matsuba Society who were sitting in the office were discussing the robbery of goods. The president of the Matsuba Society, Inada Kishikuma, was sitting under a painting and calligraphy, with two beautiful girls serving him wine.
Seeing Inuzuka Jiro being helped in in a very embarrassed state, Inada Kishikuma showed surprise on his face and slowly pushed away the wine glass handed over by the girl: "Inuzuka! How did you get into this state? Have you settled the matter with the Black Dragon Group?"
"President...things are messed up..." Inuzuka Jiro was about to explain when he was thrown aside by Chen Jue, and he fell on the tatami with a thud.
"Bagayalu! Which group are you from?" Seeing Chen Jue push people away so rudely, several other elders of the Songye Society who were sitting on the ground couldn't help but get angry.
Chen Jue ignored these elders and quickly walked over to the painting of benevolence and righteousness and took a look at it. He felt that the words were written in a gloomy style and lacked the majestic style of calligraphy.
Then he looked down at Inada Kishikuma who was relaxing with the two girls, squatted down, and in the eyes of everyone's suspicion, he grabbed the head of the Matsuba Society president and shook it vigorously: "Little devil, didn't you say on the phone before that you wanted to see me? Now that I'm here, do you have any last words to say?"
"Baga!"
"Konoya Deer!"
"Let go of the president!" Those elders jumped up from the tatami, some drew their guns, and some called for their men outside the door.
As for Inada Kishikuma, his eyes widened as he recognized Chen Jue's voice. He was the one who took Haruta's phone. He glanced at Inuzuka Jiro who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, and immediately knew the identity of the man in front of him. He was not a member of their Matsuba Society at all, but a killer who came to their door: "Quick... quick, protect me!"
"He is the enemy!"
The two beautiful girls who were serving beside him suddenly changed their gentle and considerate appearance the next second after hearing what was said. One of them took out a pistol from under the small table where the food and wine were placed, and the other one took a hairpin that had been above her head and stabbed it straight into Chen Jue's eyes. Their movements were extremely swift, and it was obvious that they had received long-term security training.
"As expected, the bosses are afraid of death, and they always keep people who know a few tricks around them." Chen Jue narrowed his eyes, and as his thoughts raced, he grabbed with one hand, twisting the slender hand that was stretched out into a twist amid a scream. Then he pulled back and pulled the hairpin in the other's hand down.
The hairpin spun in Chen Jue's hand, just like the pen he played in school, then changed direction in his hand and shot suddenly to the left.
With a whoosh, the metal hairpin left a trail in the air like a bullet, and shot a hole in the forehead of the beautiful girl who was loading and unloading the safety of her pistol. Blood mixed with brain matter splattered all over the wall, and the girl with the gun collapsed backwards.
