EBE Chapter 1367 The Glorious Tradition of the Japanese: Seppuku as Atonement
Chapter 1367 The Glorious Tradition of the Japanese: Seppuku as Atonement
This hand was so exciting that no one cared about Yoshiomi Saeba's life or death; all they knew was that Daibo had won 3 billion yen in one hand, while the 100 million Hong Kong dollars had been won by Chen Jinquan.
The three members of the Yamaguchi-gumi knelt on the ground in unison. Everyone looked at them strangely. Were these three idiots going to surrender?
Then everyone realized they had guessed wrong. The three members of the Yamaguchi-gumi took out their wakizashi from their pockets, took off their shirts, tore off a piece of white cloth from their waists, wiped the wakizashi first, and then used the white cloth to tightly tighten their waists.
The three men moved in perfect unison, and everyone understood what they were about to do. The Yamaguchi-gumi members turned and kowtowed to the middle-aged man in the Zhongshan suit.
"Mr. Chen, please be our second."
The Taiwanese man knew exactly what was going to happen. These Yamaguchi-gumi members were to commit seppuku as an apology, and then the Taiwanese man would cut off their heads one by one. This was the role of the kaishakunin, which was the highest honor in Japan. The middle-aged man simply couldn't refuse.
He Xin frowned, about to speak up to stop him, but Da Bao waved his hand, saying that the more Japanese devils died, the better.
This scene took place in full view of everyone, with the middle-aged man bowing to He Xin and Da Bao.
"Please grant me a long sword."
He Xin waved his hand, and a bodyguard ran out, then quickly ran back, holding a long knife, and handed it to the middle-aged man.
The three members of the Yamaguchi-gumi gratefully kowtowed to He Xin. Then, starting with the one on the left, a wakizashi was plunged into the abdomen, making a horizontal cut and a vertical cut. The middle-aged man standing next to him held the knife with both hands and chopped down hard. Before the man who had been disemboweled died, his head was chopped off and fell to the ground. The head rolled around on the ground and actually said a sentence.
“Arigato…”
The Japanese soldier's ritual suicide went smoothly. At this moment, Yoshitomi Saeba woke up. Upon seeing the scene before him, he gurgled in his throat as if something was stuck there. Then he began to convulse, kicked his legs, and an indescribable stench wafted out. He was actually scared to death.
He Xin frowned, waved his hand forcefully, and more than a dozen people rushed in and began to clean up the corpses in an orderly manner. The rest of the people began to wipe away the bloodstains. Although they cleaned up quickly, the smell of blood was still overwhelming.
The onlookers covered their noses with handkerchiefs. Although the smell was making their heads ache, the scene was so exciting and thrilling that both men and women were amazed and didn't want to leave.
He Xin turned to Da Bao and asked how to dispose of the bodies. Da Bao gave a cold smile.
"Throw them all into the sea to feed the fish. Send a telegram to the Yamaguchi-gumi and demand compensation for our casino's losses. If they don't compensate us, the Yamaguchi-gumi or anyone associated with them will never be allowed to set foot in Macau again."
Everyone was stunned. Losses? What losses did you suffer? You won so much money.
Da Bao glared at the murmuring crowd and spoke loudly.
"Isn't cleaning fee money? Everyone saw what happened and suffered emotional distress. Shouldn't they be compensated?"
Upon hearing this, everyone exclaimed, "Oh my god, so they're included in this compensation! We have to pay, and we can't skimp on it..."
The gambling continued, but Chen Jinquan dared not play anymore. Good heavens, he had a hundred million, and he hadn't even seen two hands of cards. He grabbed the money and ran away. He would never come to Macau again.
Da Bao didn't care. He waved his hand, meaning he would pay the bill and tell the boy to get lost. He was just there to observe, and winning money was an unexpected bonus. Anyway, Da Bao wasn't short of one or two hundred million Hong Kong dollars.
His attention was focused on Naichai. This guy was really strange. Da Bao tried to use his consciousness to probe him, but he couldn't even get within a meter of him. This had never happened before.
Nai Cai rolled his eyes. His eyes were all white, with no pupils at all. On the contrary, the long python's eyes were fixed on Da Bao. How could Da Bao be afraid of a beast?
He took a cigarette from Xiao Dao's hand, lit it, and took a couple of puffs. He noticed that the python seemed to have a fear of firelight. Da Bao laughed. A beast is a beast. Even if it has achieved some level of cultivation, it can't overcome its instincts.
However, he was surprised by the methods of these Taiwanese guys. They really used every means possible, being as ruthless and insidious as possible, so Da Bao perked up.
We must win these national treasures no matter what.
Now only Nai Chai, Da Bao, and Li Chengxu remain at the gambling table. Da Bao doesn't dislike Li Chengxu. He knows that's how Koreans are—blindly arrogant, but you can't say they're that bad.
Furthermore, Li Chengxu won over eight million with only 120,000 in three days, demonstrating his exceptional skill in pure gambling. Even Ye Han praised him highly, not noticing his cheating, which shows his keen insight and intelligence.
The reason Da Bao gave him 92 million chips was to test his composure. Many people would have collapsed at the sight of so many chips, but Li Chengxu seemed not to notice and kept throwing in chips as if they were 100 or 200 at a time. This shows that he is extremely composed and a gambling genius.
The betting continued. Da Bao was facing Nai Chai, with Li Chengxu to his side. He felt nauseous looking at Nai Chai, but any normal person would feel disgusted seeing Nai Chai like that.
His entire head was bald, like an egg with several holes gouged out. His eyes were completely white, without any black pupils. Just by staring into his eyes, you would know what terror was.
As for the long python wrapped around his neck, it was actually more eye-catching than him.
The dealer remained expressionless as she repeated the rules before announcing the start of the game.
Da Bao's face darkened. He whispered a few words to Xiao Dao, and Xiao Dao left the gambling hall.
After the dealer shuffled the cards, he asked the three players to cut the deck. Only Lee Seung-wook cut the deck. First, three cards were dealt face down, and then three cards were dealt face up. Nai-chai's card was the ten of spades, Lee Seung-wook's was an ace, and Da-bao's was a nine of hearts.
Lee Seung-wook called, and he threw in a million dollars.
Nai Cai heard the python hissing, threw down a million chips, and then waved his hand, meaning he would take a million from you, but wouldn't raise the bet.
Da Bao smiled coldly, threw in one million chips, and then threw in fifty million.
"Fifty million!"
Lee Seung-wook let out a wail, "Damn it, here we go again. This game is so frustrating."
Naichai bet 50 million, leaving Lee Seung-wook with 27 million. He had no choice but to grit his teeth and go all in. Now he could just watch from the sidelines; there was nothing for him to do but wait for the final result.