radicalducati Chapter 178 Cosmetic Surgery Arrangement
Chapter 178 Cosmetic Surgery Arrangement
Yan Shuo scoffed, his tone blunt: "I don't need that little bit of money!"
"Then why don't you just let me go? Either kill me or keep me under house arrest. What's the point of this?"
Mizutani Akihiro's voice carried a hint of sarcasm, as well as a barely perceptible trace of despair.
Yan Shuo crouched down, reached out and patted Mizutani Akihiro's cheek, his tone full of mockery and ruthlessness: "Interesting, isn't it? Don't you think controlling a Japanese lieutenant general is a very exciting thing? You think I don't know that you came to China not for any so-called medical research? I can tell from the materials you brought that you're planning to use Chinese people as pawns to conduct those heinous medical experiments, right?"
He paused, then continued, "I'm stopping you from committing crimes, to prevent you from becoming increasingly psychologically disturbed. If you were allowed to return to Japan alive, and you did such heinous things to your own countrymen, wouldn't that have a terrible impact? With me controlling you like this, you can't do anything bad. Besides, if your country knew you were dead, they might even treat you as a national hero and bury you in the Yasukuni Shrine. Wouldn't that be perfect for you? Be sensible, don't be ungrateful."
Mizutani Akihiro suddenly raised his head, his eyes blazing with anger, and sneered, "Ha, you really think that by controlling me you can achieve your ulterior motives? You're too naive!"
Yan Shuo's eyes lit up, and he raised an eyebrow, feigning curiosity: "Oh? You know my purpose? Then tell me, what ulterior motive do I have? If you answer correctly, I'll reward you with a bottle of good wine, how about it?"
"You want to use me to draw out those who are still contacting me to inquire about the progress of their medical trials, and those who are planning to visit my lab!"
Mizutani Akihiro gritted his teeth and said, "You want to take this opportunity to intercept and control more medical talents of our Great Japanese Empire, and sabotage the Empire's medical plans, am I right?"
Yan Shuo clapped his hands and laughed, his tone carrying a hint of approval and a touch of malice: "Hmm, this is interesting. As expected, someone who can become a lieutenant general in the Japanese army is not a fool; he does have some skills."
"Hmph!" Mizutani Akihiro snorted coldly, his eyes resolute. "I won't let you have your way! The Empire cannot afford to lose any more medical talent. Even if it means death, I will not help you lure them out!"
Yan Shuo's smile gradually faded, his tone turning cold and authoritative: "It's not up to you. You don't have the final say."
"Hahahaha!" Mizutani Akihiro suddenly burst into maniacal laughter, his eyes turning fanatical. "You think I'm really afraid of death? Watch closely! The warriors of the Great Japanese Empire fear no death! Emperor Banzai! Great Japanese Empire Banzai!"
Before the words were finished, a muffled "thud" was heard.
Mizutani Akihiro suddenly stood up and slammed his head against the corner of the table next to him. Blood gushed out instantly, staining the corner of the table and the ground red. He swayed and then fell straight down, clearly beyond saving.
Yan Shuo sat to the side, expressionless, still slowly smoking, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him.
Only after confirming that Mizutani Akihiro was no longer breathing did he slowly raise his hand and say in a deep voice to the shadows, "Clean it up completely, restore this place to the appearance of an abandoned house that has been deserted for a long time, leave no trace, and then we'll leave!"
"Yes, stationmaster!" Several stand-in dolls and weapon dolls immediately emerged from the shadows and busied themselves in an orderly manner.
Clean up the bloodstains, tidy up the clutter, and destroy the furnishings in the yard. Following Yan Shuo's instructions, they gradually restored the yard to its abandoned state.
Yan Shuo took away Mizutani Akihiro's body, stood at the gate of the courtyard, took a few deep drags on his cigarette, threw away the cigarette butt, turned around and walked away first, without the slightest hesitation.
In the warm, soft light of the office at the Begonia Tavern, Yan Shuo sat on the sofa with Liu Yan in his arms. After a tender and intimate moment, he gently stroked her hair with his fingertips and casually asked, "How are those white girls doing at the factory lately? Are they behaving peacefully? Have they caused any more trouble?"
Liu Yan leaned against him, her cheeks still flushed, and said softly with a hint of helplessness in her voice, "They're not very peaceful lately. They've been making a fuss about leaving the factory. My men and I have been putting in a lot of effort to keep an eye on them, but if this continues, I'm afraid we won't be able to control them soon."
Yan Shuo nodded slightly, pondered for a moment, and then said, "Well, I have a secretary named Xiao Yi at the Ximei Trading Company, you know her, right?"
Liu Yan glared at him, her tone tinged with a mix of coquettishness and jealousy: "I know! You always pick beautiful secretaries, and every one of them is stunning. I'm curious, how many women are you secretly keeping?"
Yan Shuo chuckled and pinched her cheek, his tone both helpless and coaxing: "Don't overthink it. A secretary is just a secretary. Don't pry into their affairs. It's not what you think. To put it bluntly, they're just maids who help me out and run errands. Their marriages were all arranged by their families back home a long time ago. You know, my family has a bit of money, so employing a few assistants isn't a big deal."
Liu Yan pursed her lips, her tone softening: "Alright, I'll believe you this time. So, why did you specifically tell me about Xiao Yi? Is there anything you need to tell me?"
Yan Shuo's smile faded, and his tone became more serious: "Take some time to bring Xiao Yi to those white girls, find a secluded place to set up a makeshift operating room, and have Xiao Yi perform facial plastic surgery on them. After the surgery and recovery, let them go back, and get them a new set of identification documents, making sure they look as real as possible, without leaving any loopholes."
He paused, then added, "After all, they helped us a lot, so we shouldn't skimp on the money spent on the documents. Consider it their wages, and that's fair enough."
Liu Yan frowned, her tone filled with confusion and heartache: "We saved their lives back then, and this time we only used a few of their photos. Is it really necessary to go to so much trouble and spend so much money on plastic surgery and getting their documents? It's such a waste."
Yan Shuo chuckled, reached into his pocket and pulled out a thick wad of Chinese currency, a full ten thousand yuan, which he casually stuffed into Liu Yan's clothes. His tone was indulgent yet teasing: "It's not much money, but you're acting like it's a waste. People who do great things shouldn't be so stingy with these trivial sums. Here, take this as pocket money, buy whatever you want."
"You're asking for it!" Liu Yan blushed, reached out and pulled out the money and threw it on the table. She then pinched Yan Shuo's waist hard, but her eyes were full of laughter.
"Hehe!" Yan Shuo winced in pain but wasn't annoyed. He chuckled, grabbed the back of her head, and leaned down to kiss her.
"You...stop!" Liu Yan gently pushed him away, panting as she said, "I have something to ask you. Those white girls, don't they seem pretty open-minded? Why did you get them facial plastic surgery? Aren't they all pretty open-minded in their own countries? They shouldn't care about these things, right? I don't think it's necessary to go through all that trouble."