Snow Leopard: Building the Strongest Elite Group through Robbery

How to maintain relations with Berlin is a question that has prompted both sides to develop a series of plans.

The plan was flawless, but unexpectedly, it fell into the hands of the Destroyer Empire.

Asaka didn't dare to think about what kind of disputes would occur next, or whether the cooperation between the Empire and them could continue.

Even if it manages to maintain its current state, it's unlikely that it will be able to acquire more technology and benefits.

All that Yamashiro did was leak some information; he did nothing else.

Victory.

"Fire!" A mournful wail rang out from the west of the city, and everyone stared in stunned disbelief at the raging fire.

Those were the empire's own shops. Underneath the wooden buildings, a lot of goods were ignited by the fire and turned to ashes.

The fire shot into the sky and, in no time, ignited a nearby house.

"How did it catch fire? What happened?" someone in the crowd asked.

With a crackling sound, the house, which had just begun to burn, collapsed.

Looking at the collapsed houses, someone shouted from the crowd, "Baka yarou! It must be those foreigners! I saw a few suspicious foreigners come here not long ago, and then this place caught fire. It must have been those foreigners who did it!"

“They attacked our Emperor and now they’ve burned down our houses. This is intolerable! Brothers, it’s time to let them know our loyalty to His Majesty. These foreigners deserve to die, they all deserve to die!”

"Kill them, kill them."

The crowd shouted angrily.

Then, the group of people surged towards the foreigners' residence like a tide. Before long, the originally crowded crowd dwindled to just a few people, one of whom was wearing a kimono and had a samurai sword hanging at his waist.

He lit a cigarette, looking like a thug.

The glow of a cigarette cannot compare to that of a collapsed, still-burning house, but the light cast by the fire is quite frightening when it shines on a person.

Pooh……

Cigarettes without filters always spill some tobacco. The man spat, took a few deep drags, and threw the cigarette on the ground.

The person next to him glanced at the cigarette butt on the ground, then at the burning house, and burst into tears.

He not only cried his heart out, but he also knelt on the ground and wailed.

This mournful wail startled everyone around. Seeing this tragic scene, he bent down and asked, "Why are you crying so pitifully? Did your shop burn down?"

This man is Zhou Weiguo's. They didn't go home for lunch today, but instead had a quick meal at a hotel outside, and then came out to cause trouble.

The housekeeper went ahead to call for people to fill in, hoping to increase the conflict, but the son-in-law said he was going to do something big.

He was quite happy when he arrived here, because his family's shop was right here, selling melon seeds and cigarettes. With someone here, his business would definitely improve.

But who knew that before they could sell many cigarettes and melon seeds, the son-in-law set the place on fire, and the first thing he did was burn down his own shop, with so much stock!

He didn't care whether people lived or died; what he cared about was the goods, which were now gone.

His heart-wrenching cries of agony enraged the firefighters who came to put out the fire.

Look at the fire! It's made the boss so angry.

And what's with this samurai? He's become so kind, actually trying to persuade us.

"Those damned foreigners, those damned foreigners!"

Angry shouts erupted from the crowd again, and some people even stopped trying to put out the fire and went to cause trouble for the foreigners.

Zhou Weiguo pulled the butler up, then patted him on the shoulder and led him to a relatively safe place; "Why are you crying so miserably? I didn't burn down your shop."

“Young master,” the butler stammered, pointing to the collapsed house reduced to ashes, “that was my shop, a shop I bought less than a month ago.”

Ah...ah this...

This is somewhat like the saying "the flood washed away the Dragon King's temple."

Zhou Weiguo looked at the butler crying his heart out in front of him with a confused expression, then took out a handkerchief from his sleeve.

This was a handkerchief Xiao Ya had given him. He had already handed it over, but seeing how beautifully it was embroidered, and how he had barely used it, he took it back and wiped it haphazardly with his sleeve. "Why are you crying? Out with the old, in with the new. You need to understand that you only lost one shop today, but tomorrow you'll have many more. Think about what our actions today were for."

for money.

The son-in-law said that today's plan is to stir things up, get everyone's spirits up, and then everyone will be yelling and grabbing things without a care in the world.

The places where foreigners live are the places with the best things; outside, there are no good things at all.

"Alright, stop crying. I'll make it up to you later. You'll get more of what I stole, but don't be too greedy. You also need to give some to the adjutant."

The butler smiled through his tears and said, "Young master, I'm not the kind of person who eats alone."

hum...

Zhou Weiguo snorted coldly. Don't think he didn't know; if it weren't for his presence, this guy would never have been so generous.

"Let's go, let's light a few more fires over there, and then we'll get the things ready."

Kyoto has become lively and seemingly prosperous, and the bright lights are even disturbing Prince Asaka's sleep.

He thought it was dawn, so he opened his eyes.

The flashing light made him open his eyes and look outside.

Somewhat dazed, he went over and opened the window. As soon as he opened it, he was startled. In the distance, flames seemed to be shooting into the sky, and he could faintly hear shouts and curses. He also seemed to hear gunshots.

They've drawn their guns. What on earth is that kid doing?

Prince Asaka felt a deep emptiness in his heart.

The adjutant happened to walk in as well. Seeing that Asaka wasn't wearing a coat, he went to the side, took a military overcoat, draped it over the prince, and then stood obediently to the side.

"They, they said they wouldn't cause trouble."

Asaka muttered to herself, "Didn't we agree to resolve this peacefully? So who will tell him? Who will tell him now? What is the cause of this fire? Why are there such intense flames here? Why are there gunshots in Kyoto? Why are there shouts and curses here?"

Heavens above, who will tell him? Who will tell him?

Zhou Weiguo, that bastard, that one sentence he said, that one sentence is the truth.