Siheyuan, don't yell at me

After a terrible Japanese meal.

He Daqing showed his gentlemanly manners and once again extended a solemn invitation to Miss Rika Mihui.

“Ms. Meihui, the hotel where I live has an extremely comfortable big bed.

Are you interested in trying it?"

Rika Mihui hugged He Daqing's arms tightly and leaned her whole body against him.

Her face turned red with shame and she whispered softly:

"Kato-kun, wherever you want to take me, I will follow..."

The next morning, the sun shines into the room through the window, and it is another energetic and refreshing day.

He Daqing narrowed his eyes slightly, holding Lixiang Meihui, who was weak due to excessive blood loss, in his arms, quietly feeling this warm moment!

He carefully pulled his arm away from the back of the person's neck and quickly put on his clothes.

Then, He Daqing took out a thick stack of Japanese currency from his backpack and threw it casually on the bed.

Without even looking back, he walked out of the room without hesitation and closed the door gently.

However, at this moment, Rika Mihui on the bed slowly opened her eyes...

Looking at the Japanese money scattered on the bed, his eyes were full of contradictions, with joy mixed with a little loss.

This is just an ordinary transaction, and both parties get what they want.

After the defeat, Japan was in extreme poverty and could not tolerate the luxury of love.

But what surprised Rika Mie was that Kato Ying could give her so much.

At that moment, Rika Mihui even felt an urge to get married.

After He Daqing walked out of the hotel, he stretched out his hand to stop a rickshaw and rushed towards Asakusa Hospital.

After arriving at the destination, he quickly jumped off the rickshaw and ran directly to the dean's office.

At this moment, Shiro Ishii was concentrating on studying a volume of information about bacteria and viruses, but was suddenly interrupted by an uninvited guest. His face instantly became extremely gloomy, like a dark cloud.

Shiro Ishii raised his head and looked at the stranger who broke into his office.

The man who came was tall and strong, with a ruddy complexion and fair and translucent skin. At first glance, he looked like a rich young man who lived a privileged and well-protected life.

Ishii Shiro adjusted his facial expression and said in a stiff tone:

“This is the dean’s office, my name is Shiro Ishii.

May I ask what brings you here?"

He Daqing looked at Ishii Shiro carefully and thought to himself.

I never expected that this skinny and short old man in front of me was actually a demon who killed people without blinking an eye.

He Daqing smiled carelessly and said:

"Are you the Shiro Ishii who used living people to conduct bacterial experiments and spread viruses everywhere?

Class A war criminal, Shiro Ishii!

You've been in trouble, come with me!"

Ishii Shiro laughed sinisterly.

"Are you kidding me, sir?

If you leave my office now, I will forgive you for your disrespect."

Thinking in my mind:

So what if this fat guy is the son of a wealthy family?

I, Shiro Ishii, am protected by the Americans. If you make me angry, I won't care about your status as a young master. I will just use this fat man like you to conduct live bacterial experiments.

He Daqing took out a lighter and lit a cigarette for himself.

He walked to the desk, pulled over a chair, sat down on it carelessly, and even put his feet on Shiro Ishii's desk.

“I’ve always been so rude!

Old man, what can you do to me? "

After saying that, He Daqing exhaled another puff of thick smoke, spraying it towards Ishii Shiro.

Ever since Shiro Ishii became America's dog, everyone who sees him has to give him some face, right?

What's more, it happened in my own office, how could I tolerate such humiliation?

He stood up, slammed the table, and looked at He Daqing fiercely.

"Call me old man?

Good, you succeeded in pissing me off!

What can I do to you?

I can make you wish you were dead, but you can’t live.”

He Daqing smiled and moved closer to Ishii Shiro.

"Oh?

I don’t know, why can’t I live, and can’t I die?

Old man, please explain it in detail."

Shiro Ishii also laughed and moved closer to He Daqing.

"Okay, since you want to hear it, I'll tell you.

Didn’t you say that I like to use living people to do bacterial experiments?

I will use you, a fat guy, to do a bacteria experiment."

"is it?

I have always had hard bones, and ordinary bacteria cannot achieve this effect."

“Don’t worry, this is a brand new bacteria and it doesn’t even have a name yet.

To thank you for your contribution, I am going to name this new type of bacteria fat bacteria.

What do you think? "

"good very good!

Old man, you have some ideas.

I am very satisfied!

But, compared to the bacteria you mentioned, I personally prefer another way of dying."

Faced with He Daqing's provocation, Ishii Shiro also became interested and asked questions without hesitation.

"You can speak boldly, maybe I can satisfy your idea."

He Daqing almost stuck to Ishii Shiro's face and said with a grim smile:

"Of course it's Lingchi death!

With a blunt knife, I will cut your body tens of thousands of times, one cut at a time.

During this period, I will give you some powerful pills to prolong your life and prevent you from dying easily.

It can cut you for ten days or half a month. How do you think this is the way to die?

Do you want me to satisfy you?"

"Fatty, you have a good idea!

Although I’m old, my skills with a scalpel have not declined.

Ten thousand knives, tsk tsk, you have so much flesh, I'm afraid it will be more than that!"

After saying this, Shiro Ishii reached out and pressed a red button next to his desk to call the guards.

But his finger was on the red button and he couldn't press it.

He Daqing's hand was seen tightly grasping Ishii Shiro's arm.

Just as Shiro Ishii was about to open his mouth to scream, a big hand tightly grasped his throat.

He Daqing stretched out his hand and dislocated Ishii Shiro's hand.

The other hand was not spared either.

Pinching Ishii Shiro and bringing him in front of him, He Daqing patted Ishii Shiro's old face contemptuously.

"Old man, I'm afraid you won't have a chance to use your scalpel!

Let me tell you a secret, I’m a chef and I’m very good at knife skills.

Moreover, my cooking skills are quite good.

I heard that you have a lovely daughter!

Tsk tsk, she quite likes eating meat.

She must love her father very much, right?

Shiro Ishii, you must love your daughter very much, right?

Mr. Shiro Ishii, I will cook you into delicious meat with my own hands, and please enjoy it slowly, Miss Ishii Harumi.

Yo!

Old man, why are you looking at me with such resentment?

Aren't you happy when you use other people's live bacteria experiments?

Don't worry, I will definitely serve you well..."

"You beast, come to me if you have something to say!

Don’t embarrass Chun Hai…”

"Ha ha!

Good job on scolding me, I’m a beast!

If I don’t listen, I will embarrass your daughter…”