Siheyuan, don't yell at me

He Daqing patted Empress Xiangchun's back gently and patiently helped her swallow the phlegm stuck in her throat, and then gently pushed her aside.

Because he knew very well that the person who really needed special attention was the old man Hirohito, and he must not lose sight of the big picture or put the cart before the horse.

At this moment, Hirohito had gradually woken up from his shock, but he looked extremely old and weak, and collapsed powerlessly on the cold ground.

His face was filled with anger, and he questioned He Daqing in a trembling voice:

"He Daqing, since you bear the name of 'Daqing', shouldn't you be a staunch supporter of imperial power?

Why humiliate us like this?

Why do you not care about the dignity and respect that should exist between emperors?

Hearing these words, He Daqing couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He sneered and responded:

"Qing Dynasty?

I tell you, even if it was Puyi, the last emperor of the Qing Dynasty, I could still hang him up and beat him up without mercy!

Whose ancestors didn’t have wealth?

As for you, an insignificant King of Japan, how dare you claim that you have imperial power?

What dignity are you talking to me about?

Okay, today I will make you completely change your ways! "

As soon as he finished speaking, He Daqing suddenly kicked out and kicked Hirohito hard, knocking him to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, He Daqing raised one foot and stepped heavily on Hirohito's chest.

He completely ignored the other people around him and unbuckled his belt.

Emperor Hirohito of the Showa era looked at He Daqing unbuttoning his belt with a look of grief and indignation on his face.

He howled loudly, trying to break free from He Daqing's restraints.

But with his strength, it was of no use at all.

Empress Xiangchun also wanted to come over and pull He Daqing.

He Daqing poured the yellow soup directly on Empress Xiangchun's face, causing her to retreat repeatedly.

Hirohito exerted a little force on his feet, felt pain and opened his mouth.

He Daqing adjusted the angle, and the yellow soup rushed directly into Emperor Showa's mouth.

At the same time, He Daqing's foot was on Emperor Showa's chest, and he was still using his strength to help Emperor Showa drink the soup.

He Daqing tied his belt and felt that he had restored the glory of his ancestors, just like the great General He Jin.

"Humph, you are just a foreign barbarian, and you dare to be so arrogant!

Does my urine taste good?

Forgive me, forgive me!

I've been feeling a bit irritated lately, and the smell is a bit strong!"

He Daqing looked at Emperor Showa and Empress Kōjun. They exuded a disgusting odor, which made him instantly lose interest in continuing to play.

He raised his foot without hesitation and kicked them hard in the head, one kick each, knocking them both unconscious.

Then he waved his hand and buried the two men in the space.

In the space, the war criminals who were buried in the ground with only their heads exposed looked in horror at Emperor Showa who suddenly appeared.

For them, this was a blow like the sky falling.

However, at this moment He Daqing had no intention of getting entangled with these beasts.

For him, there are more important things waiting for him to accomplish.

He looked at the time and found that it was already 2:30 in the morning!

So he swaggered out of the back door of the Kyoto Imperial Palace.

The target of his action this time was the Tokyo National Museum.

It houses a large number of important Chinese books and countless precious cultural relics looted by Japanese invaders, at least half of which are stored here.

More importantly, the Tokyo National Museum is very close to the Kyoto Imperial Palace, only about five kilometers away.

It only takes about twenty minutes at most to get there by bike.

Before three o'clock, He Daqing had already arrived outside the Tokyo National Museum.

He put on a kappa mask, tightly grasped a brick, and walked towards the security room without hesitation.

The Tokyo National Museum is indeed worthy of its reputation. It houses precious treasures. Just by looking at the images displayed through the thermal imaging glasses, He Daqing discovered at least more than thirty security personnel.

They were scattered everywhere, seven or eight of them remained awake, scattered in twos and threes.

You know, it’s almost three o’clock in the morning!

If it were daytime, the number of security personnel would probably double.

In order to solve the problem quickly, He Daqing even used his long-lost stone throwing technique. It didn't take long for the security guards patrolling outside to have their heads blown up one after another.

As for the remaining twenty or so security guards who were resting and sleeping in the dormitory, He Daqing also had no intention of letting them go.

He used his spatial skills to suck the door of the room away, then slowly walked into the room with a sharp knife in his hand.

In less than ten minutes, He Daqing walked out of the room.

Compared to when he went in, the color of He Daqing's clothes had completely changed.

The originally ordinary clothes were now bright red, as if stained with blood, and liquid was still dripping down.

Time passed quietly, and before I knew it, it was already four o'clock in the morning.

He Daqing hurriedly ran into the museum. Wherever his eyes caught sight of, no matter what it was, he would wave his hand without hesitation and put it into the space.

The scale of this Tokyo National Museum is simply staggering.

He Daqing couldn't even remember how many cultural relics he had collected. A rough estimate was that there were at least over 100,000 pieces!

Among them, most of the cultural relics were displayed in the exhibition hall and needed to be collected one by one, which took a lot of time.

Most of the rest are stored in warehouses, neatly packed in boxes.

In this way, He Daqing was busy for nearly an hour.

When it was five o'clock, there was only an hour and a half left until dawn.

He Daqing did not dare to delay for a moment and immediately ran back and forth in the museum, pouring gasoline and throwing out a large amount of firewood and combustible materials that had been prepared long ago from the space.

Even the security room was not spared and was also doused with gasoline.

Soon, the entire Tokyo National Museum was engulfed in flames and thick smoke.

At this moment, He Daqing stood up and pedaled his bicycle hard, trying to get away from this place of trouble as soon as possible.

So many war criminals have been captured in the past few days that the Japanese guards have been on martial law.

They just captured the Japanese emperor and burned down the Tokyo National Museum.

He Daqing could even imagine the madness of the Japanese devils.

At that time, no matter who the suspect is, the guards and soldiers will attack like mad dogs.

The flames that shot up into the sky soon woke up the Japanese people nearby.

People ran around to tell each other, shouting loudly, and running towards the fire with buckets of water.

However, all this was in vain. The gasoline that He Daqing poured was too large a quantity, not to mention there was so much firewood and combustible materials.

The Japanese people didn't even have the courage to get close, and could only curse loudly at the raging fire to vent their dissatisfaction.