The Anti-Japanese War Begins with the Northeast Army

Chapter 256 Compensation
Jiang Cheng was furious after hearing these words.

If he had a crooked-handled pistol in his hand at that moment, he would have definitely shot that bastard in the face with an entire bullet belt.

But he also knew very well that although many Japanese had died at his hands since he traveled through time, most of them were sneak attacks.

If we really fight the Japanese in broad daylight, it will be a big deal.

Kicking him could be considered a counterattack, and Feng Delin would certainly mediate personally for the sake of his son.

But if a collective incident really occurs, I'm afraid even Fengtian will be in big trouble.

"Damn little Japan."

Jiang Cheng clenched his right fist, but suddenly felt a warm and extremely strong hand holding his wrist.

Turning his head back, Feng Yong's slightly pale expression was unusually resolute: "You're not going to apologize, right? Do you know me, Ji Ben?"

After he finished saying this, all the Japanese soldiers on the opposite side, including the conceited dwarf, immediately straightened their bodies.

He looked at Feng Yong with a slightly shocked expression, and instantly recognized that the young man in the tacky Fengtian army uniform was actually Feng Yong.

"You...you are Master Feng?"

After all, they are doing business on someone else's territory, and Feng Delin is still an unrepentant pro-Japanese. He is not only friendly to them and protects the interests of their overseas Chinese, but also has good relations with people like Okawa Masao.

In other words, these Japanese businessmen still have to rely on Feng Delin to do business.

Feng Yong was very clear about this, so he took the initiative to stand up and use his status to suppress this little Japanese.

"Since, since it is Master Feng - then, it is all a misunderstanding."

Thinking of his own interests and those of Japan, Yoshimoto Kiyokichi changed the subject without a second thought, "For Mr. Feng's sake, let's forget about this matter today."

His harsh tone and arrogant words remained unchanged, which made Jiang Cheng angry.

It was you who beat people and caused trouble, and it was you devils who tried to escalate the incident. You have no rules or regulations in China, so what are you talking about by saying "let it go"?
However, before Jiang Cheng could speak, Feng Yong gently pushed Jiang Cheng away and walked straight towards Ji Ben with an indifferent attitude.

Surrounding him, the unfortunate Japanese patrols did not dare to stop him, but unconsciously made way for him due to his intimidating aura.

"Well, my brother taught you a lesson, you have finished talking about this yourself."

Feng Yong raised his right hand and gently tapped his chest, "What about you hitting someone? How do you explain this?"

The short man was immediately startled and looked up.

At this moment, there was something extremely vicious in his eyes.

"Mr. Feng, do you really have to do this?"

After staring at each other for two full minutes, Ji Ben noticed Jiang Cheng and Zhang Hanqing behind him. These two people were tall and graceful with impressive looks and temperament.

Anyone who can be on friendly terms with Master Feng is probably not a simple person.

You know, the most patient animals in the world are poisonous snakes. In order to catch their prey, they can lock their bodies in dark caves and wait for their chance...and the Japanese people have the same characteristics.

"Since Master Feng said so, I will pay you. Pay you."

Almost squeezing out these words through gritted teeth, Ji Ben pulled out a few coins from his trouser pocket and threw them in front of Zhao Tiedan, then turned around and left angrily.

These Japanese inspectors were also very clear about the interests involved. After exchanging glances, they immediately followed Yoshimoto and withdrew quickly.

"Hanqing!" Seeing that Zhang Hanqing was quite dissatisfied and even wanted to chase after him, Jiang Cheng quickly grabbed him and said, "It's good enough that you can drive the Japanese away and get compensation."

Feng Yong also nodded and said, "If we continue to make trouble and escalate the situation, it will not benefit any of us."

While the two were talking, Jiang Cheng had already turned his gaze to Zhao Tiedan: This kid had clearly been hit hard by Yoshimoto, his face was covered in blood and dirt, and his already tattered clothes became even more disheveled from being knocked to the ground.

"Are you okay?"

Seeing his expression still full of unyielding and stubbornness, Jiang Cheng felt more sympathy, "This devil is a bastard, but money is not a bastard——"

"Take them all, go back and treat your father's illness! Then grow up well."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Tiedan suddenly raised his dirty hand and wiped it hard on his face, "I know! Junshou, are people always like this when they are young? Do they have to be better when they grow up?"

Without waiting for an answer, the child stubbornly picked up the fish basket that was kicked to pieces by Yoshimoto and ran away while wiping his eyes with one hand.

"Hey, why don't you listen to me? Take the money."

Hai Pingchuan stood up and wanted to chase after her, but the kid had already turned into a dark alley and disappeared.

Several people looked at each other in bewilderment. The middle-aged man at the melon stall came over at some point and said, "Sir, if you feel comfortable, give me the money. I'll deliver it to Dan'er's home."

After exchanging eyes with Jiang Cheng, Hai Pingchuan handed it over silently, but the man said, "Hey, this egg is a poor baby. He has no mother since he was a child. No one has ever felt good about it. A few days ago, he broke a leg for the little Japanese boy. Now he is still unable to get out of bed."

Jiang Cheng was in no mood to listen to him nagging, so he gave him all the change he had, turned around and said to Feng Yong, "Brother Feng, thank you for your hospitality today, but I'm not in the mood anymore. Let's go back and eat the big pot meal."

Cai Yuanming stopped him: "No, we haven't had anything to eat or drink for a long time, don't let the devils get away with it!"

Without further ado, he took him and Zhang Hanqing to the restaurant, insisting that they must try the signature dishes that Brother Feng mentioned.

As they sat down in the private room, tasting the delicious dishes one by one and toasting their glasses;
Nakamura Ikki, the owner of the Japanese-owned Guangjitang, and his clerk Yoshimoto Kiyokichi who was beaten, went to the Japan Hall on Minamimao Street and found the consul Okawa Masao who was there.

As soon as he entered the door, he reported all the grievances he had suffered today to several superiors, shouting at the top of his lungs, almost to the point of tears.

"Damn the Chinese! A bunch of shameless inferior people...How could they be so brazen?"

"That's right. They beat people up first, and now they're demanding compensation, forcing the noble expatriates of the Great Japanese Empire to apologize to these pigs. They're so wanton and reckless, it's simply the behavior of barbarians!"

Before Okawa Masao could say anything, Matsushita Hideki, the highest-ranking officer of the railway protection army in the Jinfeng section of the South Manchuria Line, lost his voice with an indignant look.

Several officers echoed the voice.

"Mr. Matsushita, why are you so angry?"

At this moment, a man's eerie and cold voice came faintly from one side of this European-style hall.

Everyone's eyes shifted sideways: Then they saw an officer sitting cross-legged on the crimson European-style sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Minamoto no Yoshihei.

The highest commander of the Kwantung Army's railway protection force at Siping Station on the South Manchuria Line.

"Why are you looking at me? The best way to deal with such rude and inferior races is to completely slaughter them!"

Special thanks to book friends ZJM Ming and book friends Bu Yaoyong Yachi for their valuable rewards~!

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