Warlords: Rising from the Northwest Border and Sweeping Across the Powers

Chapter 1016: Take Everything for the Family

Soon, under Hong Yuzhang's arrangement, Fujita Shou came to a dark and cold interrogation room. In the interrogation room, the lights were dim, and the air was filled with a sense of depression and tension. Fujita Shou's eyes were as sharp as a hawk, scanning the surroundings, looking for the figure that worried him so much.

At this moment, Fujita Ying was slumped in the corner of the interrogation room. Although the wounds on his body had been simply hemostatically treated, he still looked extremely miserable. Those wounds were like ferocious monsters, leaving shocking marks on his body. His clothes were stained with blood, and there were dried blood stains everywhere. The whole person was almost unrecognizable.

Fujita Ying's hair was soaked in blood, clumped together and spread out on his head like weeds. His face, hands, and even his neck were covered in blood and mud. He exuded a sweaty smell mixed with blood, which made people want to stay away from him.

He sat there slumped, his expression numb and dull, as if he had lost all perception and reaction. His eyes, once full of light, now became empty and lifeless, as if he had lost his soul.

The moment he heard the door being pushed open, Fujita Ying's body reacted instinctively. He curled up in the corner reflexively, his eyes terrified and trembling. He was like a wounded little animal, helplessly and desperately waiting for an unknown fate.

However, when his eyes fell on the man's face, he was stunned for a moment, and then he jumped up suddenly as if he had been electrocuted. That was his father - Fujita Hisashi!

Fujita Ying's eyes were instantly filled with tears, and he cried like a 200-pound child who had been wronged, and rushed over. He hugged Fujita Shou tightly, as if he wanted to pour out all his pain and grievances.

"Father...Father, save me!" Fujita Ying's voice was crying, like a helpless child seeking shelter.

Fujita Toshi hugged his son tightly, with a trace of pain and helplessness in his eyes. He gently patted Fujita Toshi's back, trying to comfort him.

Fujita Ying hugged his father tightly, as if he wanted to pour out all his grievances and fears. He cried with tears streaming down his face, his voice choking with sobs: "Father, they...they tortured me! Those unsophisticated people, they beat me up and tortured me in every way, just to make me admit that the Kyoto secret report had something to do with me! I didn't do it at all, they are wrongly accusing me!"

As Fujita Hisashi listened to his son's crying, the gloom in his eyes grew thicker. He clenched his fists tightly, his nails almost digging into his palms, but he remained calm and restrained. Shota Yuichi behind him was furious, and he gritted his teeth and said, "These lunatics! How dare they treat the young master like this! The Fujita family will never let them go!"

Secretary Hong Yuzhang, who was standing by, showed a hint of embarrassment on his face. He was well aware of the complexity and sensitivity behind this interrogation, and also knew the power and influence of the Fujita family. Therefore, he chose to remain silent, just standing there silently, observing the conversation between father and son.

Fujita Ying cried even harder. He tightly grasped his father's arm and asked hopefully, "Father, are you here to take me away from this hellhole? You must have a way to rescue me, right?"

Fujita Shou looked at his son's eyes full of expectation, and a wave of sadness surged in his heart. He gently touched Fujita Ying's head and said in a low and firm voice: "Xiaoying, this matter has been concluded. You have to understand that there are some things that we cannot change. You have to take responsibility for this matter, admit that you did it, and it has nothing to do with the family."

Fujita Ying couldn't believe his ears! He stared at the familiar yet strange father in front of him with wide eyes. His eyes were full of shock, confusion and anger. After a moment of silence, he finally exploded and shouted, "Why? Father! Why do you want me to admit this false accusation? I didn't do it! Are you doing this to make me a disgrace to the family?"

Fujita Hisashi sighed deeply. He understood his son's anger and confusion. But he knew even more clearly that in this game of power, the Fujita family had no way out. He spoke slowly, with a hint of helplessness and determination in his voice: "Xiaoying, you have to understand that some things in this world are not black and white. Sometimes, in order to protect the interests and honor of the family, we must make some sacrifices. You admit this crime so that the family can get rid of this storm and continue to survive. And you will also receive a certain amount of forgiveness and protection because of this."

Fujita Ying was stunned. He couldn't understand his father's logic and choice. He felt as if his world had collapsed. All his beliefs and persistence turned into nothing at this moment. He stared at his father blankly, his eyes filled with despair and helplessness.

Fujita Hisashi looked at his son's painful and distorted face, feeling mixed emotions.

The atmosphere in the interrogation room was so heavy that it was almost suffocating. Fujita Hisashi looked deeply at his son. His eyes, which were once full of vigor, were now filled with despair. He spoke word by word in a heavy voice: "Xiaoying, I understand that you are wronged. But for now, for the entire Fujita family, the best choice is to sacrifice the car to save the master and to cut off the arm of a hero."

There was a trace of unwillingness in Fujita Ying's eyes, and he almost roared: "Father! How can you say such words so easily? I am your son, I am your own flesh and blood!"

Fujita closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if trying to calm himself down. He opened his eyes again, his eyes revealing an unquestionable determination: "Xiaoying, you have to understand that I am the head of the Fujita family first, and your father second. I have the responsibility to protect the interests of the family and the obligation to keep the Fujita family prosperous."

The conversation between the father and son lasted for half an hour, during which Fujita Toshi kept explaining to Fujita Ying the family's situation and his helpless choice. His words were full of apology and guilt towards his son, but also revealed an irresistible majesty.

Finally, Fujita Ying lowered his head, his face was ashen, as if he had accepted this cruel reality. He whispered: "Father, I understand. I will take the blame. For the sake of the family, I am willing to make sacrifices."

Fujita looked at his son's thin shoulders, and an indescribable sadness surged in his heart. He gently patted Fujita Ying's shoulder and said, "Don't worry, Xiaoying. I will definitely find out the truth and try my best to protect you. After all, you have the same blood as me."

Secretary Sawada looked at the father and son, coughed softly, and reminded them in a low voice: "Mr. Fujita, the time is up. Please don't make it difficult for me."

Fujita Shou nodded to show that he understood. He looked at Fujita Ying deeply again, then turned and walked towards the door.

Fujita Ying watched his father's back disappear at the door, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.