"Mr. Wang, this whole thing was our Family Head's idea. If you want revenge, go find him. I'm just a pawn in his ga," Matsushita Taro imdiately protested, shifting the bla onto soone else.
"Who is your Family Head?"
"Our Family Head is Matsushita Hwangtian."
"Matsushita Hwangtian? Does he deserve such a na? Why isn't he called Matsushita Emperor..." Wang Xiaoqiang sneered coldly.
"Every grievance has its perpetrator. You should seek out Matsushita Hwangtian. He entered the Dao through martial arts and is a cultivator now..." Matsushita Taro intentionally revealed this, although he himself was Matsushita Hwangtian's grandson. He knew if Wang Xiaoqiang didn't return it was fine, but once he did, revenge was inevitable.
Now that Wang Xiaoqiang was back, no one could escape. At this life-and-death juncture, Matsushita Taro didn't care if Matsushita Hwangtian was his grandfather or his father. To divert Wang Xiaoqiang's hatred, he had to expose him.
"A cultivator? That's wonderful. What's his current cultivation base?" Wang Xiaoqiang was quite interested.
"Seems like he's at the Seventh Layer of Qi Refining, about to break through to the Eighth Layer," Matsushita Taro exaggerated to attract Wang Xiaoqiang's attention, though Matsushita Hwangtian was actually just at the Sixth Layer.
"Ah, the cultivation base is not shallow. Wang Yi, the opportunity your father is gifting you will be imnse," Wang Xiaoqiang smiled at his son Wang Yi.
Wang Yi didn't understand, but at this mont, he no longer felt repelled by Wang Xiaoqiang. On the contrary, Wang Xiaoqiang's strength made him feel an intense admiration.
Warriors inherently admire the strong. Even young Wang Yi was no exception.
"However, Matsushita Hwangtian is Matsushita Hwangtian, and you are you. You must pay the appropriate price for your sins," Wang Xiaoqiang coldly told Matsushita Taro.
"Killing is nothing more than a point in the ground. What exactly do you want?" Matsushita Taro saw that Wang Xiaoqiang was still unwilling to let him go, and shouted bitterly.
"You have two paths: either I tornt you to death, or you commit suicide by seppuku," Wang Xiaoqiang laughed mischievously.
Upon hearing this, Matsushita Taro forced a smile. This was not two paths but clearly one path—to death.
"Wang Xiaoqiang, you're so cruel. Even as a ghost, I won't spare you," Matsushita Taro cried out venomously, knowing he couldn't escape death.
"No poison, no man. Besides, if I don't punish you harshly, soone will surely ride on my neck to defecate in the future. This is called killing the chicken to warn the monkey; you're just the unlucky chicken. But on your way to the Netherworld, I'll send you a companion so you're not so lonely," Wang Xiaoqiang said, pointing at the Japanese woman, at once the ghost pounced on her, biting her chest. Undergoing intense pain, the unconscious woman awakened. She opened her eyes, and seeing the scene before her, cowered with fear.
"In life, you were accomplices; in hell, you'll be companions. Ha, am I not considerate?" Wang Xiaoqiang laughed at the woman and said, "Matsushita Taro, now you can choose..."
"I choose suicide." Matsushita Taro imdiately chose decisively, as being tortured to death was naturally less pleasant than suicide.
"Good, you're a smart man. Then I will fulfill your wish. Now both of you head to the villa's main hall and perform seppuku by suicide," Wang Xiaoqiang commanded coldly.
Matsushita Taro's eyes flashed with a sly gleam, then grabbed the woman and went upstairs. Wang Xiaoqiang's voice sounded, "If you dare play tricks, I'll make you suffer every earthly torture before dying."
Wang Xiaoqiang pointed at the two, and imdiately the ghost flew over, trailing them closely. A cold air surrounded them, and they both instinctively shrank their necks. Matsushita Taro's face turned dark and desperate, knowing that trickery now would only bring more suffering, so he led the woman obediently to the ground floor hall to retrieve a samurai sword.
With the ghost escorting them, Wang Xiaoqiang was assured. He took Qiao Hui and their son and swiftly drove away from the villa.
Just as the trio had left the villa, two police cars drove in. Seven patrol officers got out and rushed into the villa. By the ti they entered, Matsushita Ichiro and the woman's abdon had been split open, blood pooling on the ground. They didn't want to commit suicide, but not doing so ant the ghost would bite them, making life worse than death.
"Murder, or suicide?" A young patrol officer stared at the two on the ground in shock, covering his nose and murmuring.
"Judging by the scene, it seems like suicide," the patrol chief mused.
"There's surveillance," another patrol officer pointed at the villa's tiny cara and shouted, "Check the surveillance footage."
The patrol chief imdiately ordered the surveillance check and questioned the security guards at the entrance.
anwhile, Tanimoto Ichiro, Chiba Yoshiko, and Miyazaki Yuki drove over. Tanimoto Ichiro was cunning, guessing the situation upon seeing the scene in the villa. Knowing that the patrol chief had learned about Wang Xiaoqiang through questioning, Tanimoto Ichiro's heart moved. He quietly handed a check to the patrol chief, "Officer, here's a little sothing for your hard work, treat yourself."
The patrol chief glanced at the check amount and was overjoyed; it equaled five years of his official salary. He imdiately bowed and said, "Mr. Tanimoto, sir, you've seen the scene yourself. Do you think this was murder or suicide?"
"Of course, it was suicide. Even a fool can see that," Tanimoto Ichiro stated unequivocally.
"Right, Mr. Tanimoto's insight is spot on," the patrol chief gave Tanimoto Ichiro a thumbs-up.
"Keep it up. Next ti I see your police commissioner, I'll put in a good word for you. Guaranteed promotion," Tanimoto Ichiro said, patting the patrol chief's shoulder.
"Yes, yes, thank you, Mr. Tanimoto. Thank you," the patrol chief knew Tanimoto Ichiro's status in Japan, and that the Tanimoto family's influence far exceeded the Matsushita family's. Naturally, he went along with Tanimoto Ichiro's wishes. He waved to the patrol officers, "Wrap it up."
The patrol officers were surprised and glanced at him but were silenced by his glare and stern shout, "Wrap it up and head to East Sea Pavilion for a al."
Upon hearing the patrol chief's invitation for a al, the officers promptly stopped their work and efficiently packed up.
After the police cars left, Tanimoto Ichiro, Chiba Yoshiko, and Miyazaki Yuki drove away swiftly, heading to the villa where Qiao Hui lived.
In the car, Tanimoto Ichiro expressed gravely, "The Matsushita Clan must have offended Mr. Wang. Now another storm is brewing."
"We bear so responsibility for this. It's our fault for not warning those small clans, resulting in this situation. Mr. Wang won't bla us for this, will he?" Chiba Yoshiko said nervously. Miyazaki Yuki also looked pale.
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