Fast Wear: The Spare Tire Runs Fast

"If that's the case, then fine. You'll get 50% of the profit after each mission! I only have one request. When you get to a world where you can perform well, be diligent and don't ask me to teach you how to do things."

"Really? Thank you, host, you're so generous. Mmm~mm~~ I'll change your portrait right away."

I saw the little dumpling happily swaying up and down, left and right in the sea of consciousness. The light on its body flashed again and again, and even changed color. It seemed that it was really happy.

"Eh...disgusting, be normal."

Yiang said in disgust, with goose bumps covering his body.

"Alright, host, it's done! I've changed the face shape and altered the facial features of all the portraits. I guarantee you won't be recognized."

Okay! Actually, even if Xiaotuanzi hadn't mentioned it, Yiang would have gone to deal with it. After all, there were still many things to do, and being recognized at any time would be really troublesome. As for how to solve it, as a tree that has lived for countless years and is as old as the ancient world, there must be some way. Heavenly suppression does not exist here, but as an outsider, after all, we should respect the local heavenly laws...

Tiandao: Thank you, is your respect an unnatural means? If I could defeat you, I would have to complain a few times... no matter how strong I am! ! !

Yi'ang returned home and sorted out the documents scanned from the Japanese. The more he looked at them, the angrier he became. Although they were not from this world, he still hated the inhumane invaders.

You say your place is small? Fine, go expand your territory. You say you're expanding your territory now? Oh, in ancient times, there was no killing for surrendering, no killing for conquering a city. But you're doing it right now with the Three Alls Policy: kill everything, loot everything, burn everything. You haven't even conquered anything yet, and you're already planning how to implement the Three Alls Policy. You treat the people and things of China like your own property, and you can do whatever you want with them. Why don't you go to heaven, why don't you stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun? What's wrong? Don't you like it?

You say you have a small population? Then go and give birth, like piglets, several at a time. Don't you go into heat and give birth everywhere? There are names like Matsushita and Inoue, and the surnames are based on the place where they were born. And it's true. This tiny country was originally passed down from China. The culture, the clothing, the traditions—everything is Chinese. Even their ancestors were Chinese. Now they've forgotten their roots. It's okay to forget. China really doesn't want to admit that the Japanese devils' ancestors were actually Chinese.

You claim your weapons are powerful, and you're looking for a place to run wild. You're going after Meizi and Ezi, picking on the weak. You know China just emerged from the Qing Dynasty, and a feudal dictatorship that closed the country to the outside world led to its backwardness. What? You say you only pick the weakest persimmons, but you're absolutely wrong. The persimmon is soft, but the tree is strong! China has a 5,000-year history, has produced countless talented people, and has a vast population. Even a single spit from one person could drown you.

The document states that a general offensive against Nanshi will be launched on December 12th, exactly the same date as the Nanshi Massacre in later generations. Hopefully, Xiaoshan will take this seriously. No, I have to make another trip. What if I've overlooked something or underestimated the Japanese's brutality? After all, the Nanshi Massacre was the most brutal in later generations. Nothing before or since has been more like hell on earth. Hundreds of thousands of people died in one fell swoop—those were real people! This can't be taken lightly!

After packing up, Yiang headed out. He pondered as he walked: the medicine he'd previously delivered to the various bases might not be enough. Some of the more remote civilians probably had no food left, let alone the Red Army. Then an idea struck him: should he go to the Japanese again? Hey, I'm such a smart guy!

He turned around and changed direction, heading towards the Japanese pirates' headquarters.

"Host, are you going to the devil's place in broad daylight?"

"Well, go borrow something from them."

"The kind that doesn't return it?"

"What are you returning? What's not from China? I'm just returning it to its original owner. Besides, I have to go see what's going on with the little gift I prepared last night."

When he arrived at the Japanese headquarters, he used his usual invisibility spell and went straight to the warehouse, taking away all the medicine, food, and weapons. He directly performed a telekinesis, making the Japanese soldiers piss and pee in fear, and they went to find their superiors.

"Baga...dead, dead, things are missing, don't see people, meet ghosts, if you pull it out, I know that all the money and cards are gone, Kao Defu is at home."

"Hey! Why is this little Japanese guy cursing like that? Who is the devil? They are the devils. I am the embodiment of justice." Yi Ang said when he heard the little Japanese guy's roar.

Phew, the small system couldn't help laughing when it heard Yiang talking to himself.

Yiang heard the frightened Tuanzi's laughter, but ignored it. He was telling the truth anyway.

I walked over to the Japanese office building and looked around the offices where I had left the gifts yesterday. Well, I was very satisfied. Everyone had received the gifts. In less than three days, they would feel the benefits of the gifts.

"Host, what did you send them?"

The little dumpling asked curiously.

"It's nothing, just a little thing that makes their lives worse than death. On the first day, their whole body itches. On the second day, they start to get red, swollen, and festering. On the third day, their internal organs start festering. On the fourth day, their flesh starts to fall off. On the fifth day, maggots start to grow on their bodies. On the sixth day... If they have a sixth day, most people can't stand it and commit suicide on the fourth day. I once saw the most severe case last for seven days. In the end, all that was left were their bones and a heart that was still beating weakly. Bugs were crawling all over their heart and bones, gnawing at them. Their head was festering."

"Ah... Yue... So disgusting, host. I can't stand it, wuah..."

"That's what you're asking. Your psychological endurance is poor. I have a suggestion that can improve your psychological ability."

"What's the solution, host?"

"Hey, from today on, you should pay attention to those devils. Watch their miserable plight every day. Once you get used to it, you'll naturally become immune to it."

"Host ··· ···"

The little dumpling yelled directly: "I trust you so much, and you actually..."

"You're curious, okay, okay, I won't tease you. Just know what's going to happen, so don't watch. I don't want to tease you later."

"You... Humph! I'm angry, the kind that can't be appeased."

Yiang entered his consciousness and saw a small ball with its back to him. The light on its body flickered, and it seemed to be angry. God knows how he could see anger and tsundere in a ball of light, but Yiang felt that he could see it.

"Okay, okay, don't be angry. If you get angry, no one can help you. I'll beat the devils for you."

"You said it, don't lie to me." Little Dumpling said hesitantly.

"I'm not lying to you, just watch. Why would I lie to a little brat like you?" Yi Ang said with a smile.