I traveled through time without patched pants, I was the richest man in the Republic of China

Ala squatted on the tower on the top of the building and watched the Korean man tie bombs all over his body and put on a loose samurai uniform.

Jin Enxi nodded slightly to Wang Dongting who was moving the remaining explosives and said:

"Mr. Wang, although we come from different countries, we have a common enemy. Today I am going to avenge my compatriots. I wish to see you again in the underworld."

After saying that, he walked into the tower without looking back.

Wang Dongting was quite touched at first. The Korean Patriotic Group had been lurking in Shanghai for a long time, and they were best at training assassins.

But when he heard Jin Eun-hee's last words, he, who had just escaped death, suddenly felt unlucky.

He couldn't die. After finishing this job, he planned to contact the northwest and use this province of Hizen to hide.

Thinking back to half an hour ago, even though he had escaped death several times, he still felt it was very thrilling.

Fortunately, the house where Qiao Lijun lived was his safe house in the International Settlement.

The things inside were well prepared. After he went downstairs from the room to the secret compartment at the back door, he poured out the diesel in the secret compartment and set it on fire.

Now that these people have discovered his identity as Hizen Matahachi, none of them can survive.

After setting the fire, he climbed out of the yard and waited not far away for more than ten minutes. Seeing that the entire alley had become a sea of ​​fire and no one ran out of the house, he went to another safe house.

While moving the explosives, Wang Dongting muttered quietly:

"Fortunately, the Koreans are still strong. I hope you can succeed. Let's meet in the underworld a hundred years later."

After the Japanese landed on Goryeo Island, they forced them to sign a colonial treaty and assimilated the Goryeo people. At the same time, they burned, killed, looted and committed all kinds of atrocities in Goryeo.

This aroused strong resistance from anti-colonial radicals.

A few years ago, these people moved to Shanghai, established a provisional government, and huddled in the concessions. Their favorite thing to do was to kill high-ranking Japanese officials.

The higher the level, the better. At the most powerful time, he threw a grenade at Emperor T in Japan, but unfortunately the power was too small and he was not killed.

But it was sensational enough.

"Just go on your way. I'm going to blow up this Guandong Hotel today and bury it with you."

When Wei Miao heard Wang Dongting's tone, the beard at the corners of Ali's mouth trembled.

With the electronic bomb in his hand, it would be just a pipe dream for him to blow up the tallest hotel in the Japanese Concession.

Wei Miao saw Wang Dongting take out a piece of paper from his arms, looked up, and suddenly felt that he had underestimated this man.

What he had in his hand turned out to be the architectural drawing of the Kanto Hotel, and he had made a mark somewhere on the drawing.

Wei Miao looked carefully and found that it was the explosion point of the hotel.

As long as enough explosives are placed at the marked locations and detonated, the entire building will collapse.

Wei Miao watched Wang Dongting start to carry the bombs one by one, and suddenly remembered something very important.

Brother Lu is also in there.

If this building were to blow up, Brother Lu would be dead.

She didn't care about anything else. While Wang Dongting was carrying things for the umpteenth time, she jumped off the tower, went down the stairs of the hotel, and headed towards Yamazaki Izakaya.

Wei Miao quietly woke up from the tatami, looked at Ali on the windowsill and waved to it.

Whether it was the Koreans’ suicide attack or Wang Dongting’s bombing of the building, it seemed that Brother Lu was having a hard time surviving.

Brother Lu needs to know about this in advance.

Wei Miao supported his chin with one hand, thought for a moment, then stood up and sighed softly.

"Wei Sang, are you awake?"

The round-faced Shizuka poked her head out again with a lovely smile, not at all like she did before when she disdained Wei Miao for being stingy behind his back.

"I just heard some noise on the street. What happened?"

Shizuka said: "The residential area behind the hotel street was on fire. The fire truck wanted to go there, but the street in front of the hotel was full of military police and military vehicles. They wouldn't let it go, so there was a little conflict."

Wei Miao felt nothing in his heart. The wooden house would have been burned down in such dry weather and strong winds even if a fire truck came over.

"No wonder I can always smell fireworks." Wei Miao muttered.

Shizuka's face was filled with excitement, but her tone was filled with worry, "Such a big fire, I wonder how many people will be burned to death."

But in her heart she was thinking angrily that it would be best if all those old men and women living in the Western-style buildings were burned to death.

Also coming from the mainland, she sold her body for a little tip, while they lived in a western-style building, had servants, and acted condescendingly during meals, looking down on them for bringing shame to the empire.

"I heard that there are a lot of new goods in the newly opened foreign company nearby, so I want to go and have a look."

Shizuka's eyes lit up as she was lost in thought, but then she dimmed again when she thought of Wei Miao's stingy look.

Damn little brat, he doesn't understand romance at all.

After Wei Miao signed her spending bill, she put her hands behind her back and walked away.

As soon as I walked out of the restaurant, I saw two more cars parked in front of the hotel.

Seeing the person coming down from above, Wei Miao narrowed his eyes slightly.

Although she didn't know what Matsui Ryouta looked like, she knew what the Japanese general's uniform looked like.

Wei Miao stopped a rickshaw, got on the rickshaw and handed the driver a dollar, "Go to Sinan Road in the French Concession."

Rickshaw drivers in the Japanese Concession were generally reluctant to go in and out of the concession to work because the military police inspections at the exit were too troublesome.

Wei Miao knew that this was not the time to feel bad about money, so he handed him another dollar and said, "My family has an emergency, so I have to leave now."

"Alright, little master, sit tight."

"I'll close my eyes for a while. Call me when we get to the security check." Wei Miao leaned on the rickshaw and gave the order.

"I know, young master."

Feeling the cold evening wind hitting his face, Wei Miao closed his eyes and focused his consciousness on Ahri.

She put a note on Ahri's abdomen, hoping that Brother Lu would find it quickly.

Lu Pingsheng, who was chatting with Xiaolin Ying about Chinese and Western medicine, suddenly felt something pulling at his trouser legs from under the tablecloth.

He looked at Xiaolin Ying who was smiling at her with her head tilted, and thought to himself:

No way, no way, is this person trying to seduce me in order to get me to testify?

But she looks a bit like A Miao, and the thought of her being romantic with her little brother makes me sick.

Xiao Lin Ying watched Lu Pingsheng staring at her absent-mindedly and secretly despised him in her heart, thinking he was a real gentleman, but he was just like this.

As expected, how can a traitor who sells out his country for personal gain be a good person?

"Lusang, I see everyone is heading outside. I think General Matsui is here. I'll go check it out first."

After saying this, without waiting for Lu Pingsheng to react, Kobayashi Sakura stood up gracefully and walked out with the crowd.

Lu Pingsheng thought to himself, as expected.

In the eyes of Lu Wenying, a patriotic female bandit, he was a traitor who sold out his country for personal gain. How could she seduce him?

But what was she doing with her trouser legs?

Lu Pingsheng was still thinking about Xiaolin Ying's intention when he was suddenly stunned because he felt his leg being grabbed.

He tried hard not to make any overly excited movements that would attract attention.