Siheyuan, don't yell at me

Every time He Daqing fed Ishii Haimei a piece of meat, the corners of his mouth would rise to reveal a sinister smile, and he would turn his head to look at the screen.

Due to the light conditions, the area behind the screen is dark. People can see outside, but people outside cannot see inside the screen.

He Daqing knew very well that at this moment, behind the screen, Ishii Shiro, who was tied up, must be able to see this scene clearly.

Whenever He Daqing imagined Ishii Shiro's frustrated and helpless look, he would feel an indescribable pleasure welling up in his heart, as if he was about to fly.

When Ishii Haimei was about to finish the meat, He Daqing gently hooked his finger at her and said softly:

"Ms. Haimei, could you please come a little closer?

I have something private to tell you."

After hearing this, Ishii Umi's face flushed, but she still obediently moved her body and came in front of He Daqing.

Seeing this, He Daqing stretched out his arms without hesitation and hugged Ishii Haimei tightly in his arms, while glancing towards the screen again.

Behind the screen, Shiro Ishii could only watch all this happen, but he could do nothing.

His heart should have been filled with grief and anger, but for some reason, an inexplicable sense of excitement quietly crept into his heart.

Faced with such perverted thoughts, Shiro Ishii experienced a deep sense of shame for the first time in his life.

An hour passed and He Daqing finally sent Ishii Haimei out of the room.

The reason why he did not send Ishii Umi directly to see God was actually due to his own careful considerations.

After all, Shiro Ishii is not the only Class A war criminal. If someone were to die easily now, it would definitely not be a good sign.

He Daqing turned around and went back into the house, lit a cigarette, then sat in front of Ishii Shiro who was tied up and started chatting with him.

"Are you surprised, old man?

You must be wondering why I didn't kill your precious daughter?

It doesn't hurt to tell you, because I not only want to play with her body, but also trample on her emotions.

I will make her an obedient dog in my hands, and then I will let her cut off your flesh with her own hands, piece by piece.

Hahahahaha!

Oh, by the way, I also heard that you have three brothers and two sisters?

Don't worry, none of them can escape!

I will make your Ishii family completely exterminate..."

Shiro Ishii struggled desperately, trying to break free from the ropes that bound him.

His heart was filled with anger and despair. He longed to curse He Daqing and even hoped to get some relief by angering him.

However, for Shiro Ishii, He Daqing is not just an ordinary enemy, but more like a demonic existence.

From time to time, He Daqing would use his horrifying "monkey stealing peaches" trick, making Ishii Shiro suffer.

What's even more cruel is that He Daqing would cut off his flesh piece by piece and make it into food to feed his daughter.

This physical pain intertwined with mental torture was undoubtedly a devastating disaster for Shiro Ishii, who was nearly sixty years old.

His eyes became dim and lifeless, as if they had lost all vitality.

Looking at Ishii Shiro's lifeless eyes, He Daqing realized that he couldn't push this old guy too hard, otherwise it might backfire.

If Shiro Ishii was driven crazy, the game would become much more boring and less fun.

So, He Daqing decided to temporarily relax the torture of Ishii Shiro.

He took Shiro Ishii into the space and buried him in the chicken coop, leaving only his dog head exposed.

Then, He Daqing took out a piece of paper and a pen and began to ponder and plan his next action plan.

He scribbled on paper, calculating each step carefully, thinking about how to make this torture more interesting and exciting.

For He Daqing, Ishii Shiro was just a chess piece in his hand, and all he had to do was enjoy this game of cat and mouse.

There are at least seven or eight war criminals who are targets that He Daqing needs to eliminate.

The number one war criminal among them, of course, is that bastard Hirohito, also known as the so-called Emperor Showa of Japan.

Because the Americans did not want Japan to fall into chaos and needed Emperor Showa's help to rally the people, that's why Emperor Showa escaped trial.

The current Emperor Showa no longer has real power and is just a mascot in public.

But He Daqing has no intention of letting this bastard go. Blood debt must be repaid with blood.

In the next few days, He Daqing basically went out in the evening.

After teaching Ishii Harumi a lesson, He Daqing went out to look for those damned war criminals.

These damn war criminals are active in politics and big companies, and hold high positions.

For example, Emperor Hirohito of the Showa era was deprived of all privileges after his defeat in the war.

He had been living in the Imperial Hotel in Tokyo, with only a small amount of daily necessities to sustain his life, and was not even allowed to have any personal property.

But with the strong support from the Americans over the years, Japan's economy has improved.

The increase in donations from all walks of life allowed Emperor Showa to live a happy life again.

As imperial power faded, Emperor Showa's influence declined.

The Americans even allowed Emperor Showa to return to live in his imperial palace, but he had to accept the protection of American soldiers.

It's twelve o'clock midnight, when everyone is exhausted.

Outside the Imperial Palace, Kyoto Imperial Palace, a figure emerged from the shadows, wearing a kappa mask and holding a sharp knife.

After a while, the throats of several American soldiers were cut and the smell of blood filled the air.

The masked man took off the bloody Kappa mask, revealing his true face, which was the ruffian He Daqing.

A playful smile appeared on He Daqing's face.

Japan is so petty. Their so-called imperial palace is not even as good as the garden of a Chinese landlord.

Through infrared thermal imaging glasses, there were only four people left alive in the entire imperial palace, except He Daqing.

The two young men sleeping alone are Emperor Showa’s biological sons, one is Crown Prince Akihito and the other is Prince Masahito.

He Daqing didn't care about whether he was a king or not. He kicked the door open, grabbed Mingren, slapped him a few times, and stuffed him into the space.

The same thing goes for Zhengren. After being stunned by two slaps in the face, he was thrown into space.

When He Daqing kicked open Emperor Showa's door, the lights in the room had already been turned on.

Emperor Showa and his Empress both knelt on the ground and looked at the newcomers with serious faces.

But the sharp-eyed He Daqing had already noticed that the bodies of both of them were shaking slightly involuntarily.