EBE Chapter 804 You'd better be sensible
Chapter 804 You'd better be sensible
Taro Suzuki's fists clenched and unclenched, loosened and clenched again, but in the end he chose to endure.
He took a deep breath and tried to make his voice sound calm: "President Su, I feel a little uncomfortable, so I will not attend the banquet. Please help me arrange a place to rest."
Su Zhengyang waved at Li Yunlong impatiently. Li Yunlong walked forward and said with a forced smile, "Mr. Suzuki, please follow me." After a moment, he followed Li Yunlong through the military camp and came to the dilapidated tent where the former Foreign Minister Fujita Teru lived.
Suzuki Taro frowned, his eyes flashing with disbelief and deep disappointment. He looked around, and this so-called "resting place" was an extreme insult to his identity.
The outer wall of the tent was made of a few wooden boards that were barely pieced together. The gaps between the boards were large enough for the cold wind to blow through freely, making a whimpering sound, as if even nature was mocking his situation.
The tarpaulin of the tent, which was supposed to be a barrier against wind and rain, now looked like an old woman who had gone through countless hardships. It was covered with cracks and mildew, dull in color, and exuded an indescribable smell of decay.
The wind always seemed to find the tiniest gaps and blow through the hall, causing the tarpaulin to creak harshly, and every sound was like a heavy blow to his heart.
The inside of the tent was even more shabby, with almost nothing except a rickety wooden bed and a worn wooden table. The straw mat on the wooden bed had long lost its original color and was mottled, with traces left by the previous occupant still on it, which was unbearable to look at.
The air was filled with a complex smell that was a mixture of mold, dampness and an unknown odor, which was so strong that it was pushing the limits of one's senses. Suzuki Taro couldn't help but wrinkle his nose and tried hard not to vomit on the spot.
He stood there, motionless, his eyes scanning the tent, his heart filled with mixed emotions. Anger, humiliation, unwillingness... all kinds of emotions intertwined, almost drowning him.
But he knew that his anger and protest at this moment would be futile and would only make him more embarrassed. So he gritted his teeth and tried to make his expression look calm and indifferent, as if none of this could affect him at all.
"Is this the residence you prepared for me?" Suzuki Taro's voice was low and powerful, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth. He looked at Li Yunlong as if questioning him.
Li Yunlong looked at Suzuki Taro with disdain and said, "This is where the civilians captured by you in Fuso live. Compared to them, your situation is much better. At least you don't have to squeeze more than a dozen people into one tent."
Li Yunlong's words were like a sharp blade, accurately piercing Suzuki Taro's heart.
The barely perceptible sarcasm at the corner of his mouth seemed to be mocking Suzuki Taro's powerlessness and struggle, and even more so a contempt for the Fuso Empire he represented.
Taro Suzuki's body trembled slightly with anger, his eyes seemed to be spitting fire as he stared at Li Yunlong's face full of provocation.
He tried to defend his own and his country's dignity with words, but his voice trembled with emotion: "Li Sang! I emphasize again that I came here as a peace envoy to seek friendly dialogue and solutions between the two countries. Your words and deeds are not only extremely disrespectful to me personally, but also a humiliation to the great Fuso Empire!"
However, Li Yunlong didn't seem to care at all. He shook his head gently, and a deeper smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he was appreciating Suzuki Taro's anger and helplessness: "Mr. Suzuki, don't get excited. I'm just telling the truth. You see, although this place is simple, compared to those ordinary civilians, you can at least enjoy a relatively independent space. Don't you Fusang always like to advocate the spirit of Bushido, saying 'hardships and difficulties will lead to success'? Now is a great opportunity for you to practice this spirit."
As he spoke, Li Yunlong looked around in an exaggerated manner, as if he was selecting a corner that was most suitable for Suzuki Taro to "cultivate". Every movement and every look he made was full of contempt and provocation for Suzuki Taro and the Fuso Empire, making Suzuki Taro feel unprecedented humiliation and anger.
"Enough!" Suzuki Taro finally couldn't help but roared, his fists clenched, veins popping out, as if he was going to swing at Li Yunlong's hateful face in the next second. But reason eventually overcame impulse, he knew that taking action here would only make him more passive.
So, he suppressed his anger and used all his strength to make his voice sound a little calmer: "Li Sang, I hope you can understand that the war has brought enough pain and harm to the people of both countries. We should cherish this opportunity for negotiation and strive to find a peaceful solution instead of engaging in meaningless verbal disputes here."
However, Li Yunlong did not seem to intend to give up.
"Mr. Suzuki, I heard your words clearly. But please remember that peace is not achieved by begging, but by fighting with guns in your hands. What qualifications do you have now to talk about the so-called dignity of the Fuso Empire in front of China? You are just a poor loser."
"You...you are really going too far!"
Suzuki Taro's anger was like a volcanic eruption. His face was distorted almost beyond recognition. His eyes were wide open as if they were about to spit fire. He stared directly at Li Yunlong with a look that was a mixture of extreme anger and unwillingness.
However, in the face of his anger, Li Yunlong not only did not retreat, but became even more aggressive.
He suddenly grabbed Suzuki Taro by the collar, and instantly closed the distance between them to only a few inches.
There was an undisguised murderous intent flashing in Li Yunlong's eyes, which made Suzuki Taro feel a strong sense of suffocation.
"Little devil, you shine when you get a little sunshine!"
"Listen carefully, our president agreed to sit down and talk with you because he feels sorry for you. You are just the losers. You have no right to put on airs with me here!"
As he spoke, Li Yunlong increased the strength in his hands, as if he wanted to tear Suzuki Taro's collar.
His words were full of contempt and disdain for Suzuki Taro and the entire Fuso Empire. It was a hatred and hostility that went deep into his bones.
Then, Li Yunlong suddenly pushed Suzuki Taro away. Suzuki Taro was caught off guard and took a few steps back. Finally, he staggered and fell to the ground.
His face was as pale as paper, his eyes showed both fear and anger, his lips pursed, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't dare to open his mouth to refute.
The air around them seemed to freeze, and it was so quiet that the only sound could be heard was Suzuki Taro's heavy breathing.
He knew very well that his current situation was extremely dangerous. Li Yunlong's ruthless words had fully demonstrated his attitude - this was their territory, and they could decide his life and death at any time.
The people under Su Zhengyang are all unreasonable lunatics. They act based on their own preferences and impulses without considering the consequences at all.
Suzuki Taro's heart was filled with despair and helplessness. He could only silently endure all the humiliation and pain. He knew that the only thing he could do now was to remain silent and low-key, and try not to anger the other party, so as not to bring about greater disasters. At this moment, he deeply felt the sadness and helplessness of being a loser.