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

Chapter 600: The Kind Su Zhengyang's Gift

Su Zhengyang's words were like a cold storm, sweeping across the entire venue.

The ambassadors of Western powers who had tried to put pressure on China on the concession issue were now as cold as ice. They tried to avoid Su Zhengyang's torch-like gaze, but his firm and fearless aura struck their hearts like a heavy hammer.

Su Zhengyang's attitude and determination have been fully revealed, and anyone can feel his deep love and firm belief in the country and the nation. What is going to happen next seems to be no longer a simple diplomatic game, but a severe test of national dignity and territorial integrity.

Then, if they still don’t make concessions on the concession issue, Su Zhengyang might really take tough measures like he did against Fuso.

Suddenly, Su Zhengyang's mouth curled up into a cold smile, and his eyes turned to the Japanese reporter Yoshikawa who had been staring at him with a gloomy face like a venomous snake. This action instantly shocked everyone, and the atmosphere in the venue became tense again.

"This reporter from Fuso," Su Zhengyang said in a low and powerful voice, "I have a gift for you."

Yoshikawa was slightly startled, obviously not expecting Su Zhengyang to suddenly say such words to him. He looked up at Su Zhengyang, trying to find a clue from his eyes. However, Su Zhengyang's sharp eyes like a blade made him feel an inexplicable chill in his heart.

Yoshikawa unconsciously tightened his pen and notebook, and a bad feeling began to surge in his heart. He knew that this "gift" could not be a simple gift, but a severe warning and blow from Su Zhengyang to himself and Fuso. However, at this critical moment, he could not retreat and could only bite the bullet and accept this unknown "gift".

After hearing Su Zhengyang's words, Yoshikawa took a deep breath and tried to make his voice sound steady. He tried his best to straighten his chest and show his pride and dignity as a Fuso warrior, and then responded coldly: "No matter what you do, you can't make a Fuso warrior surrender! You executioner, shameful tyrant, since I dared to come here today, I never thought of leaving alive."

The atmosphere in the venue froze instantly, as if even the air had stopped flowing. Yoshikawa's words were like gunpowder, instantly igniting the flames in everyone's hearts.

Su Zhengyang did not respond immediately. He glanced at Yoshikawa coldly, then said calmly: "Come here, give the gift I prepared to Mr. Yoshikawa."

Following Su Zhengyang's order, a burly man with a bald head and a ferocious face squeezed out of the crowd.

Wei Dayong walked up to Yoshikawa and grabbed him by the collar. His palm was rough and powerful, like an iron clamp, firmly locking Yoshikawa's throat. Yoshikawa was shocked by the sudden force and took a few steps back, his face turned pale in an instant. He struggled to break free from Wei Dayong's restraints, but to no avail.

All the reporters present were stunned, their faces pale, as if they had seen something incredible. They had never thought that Su Zhengyang would be so unscrupulous as to attack a Japanese reporter at such a formal press conference.

Wei Dayong acted swiftly and decisively. He broke Yoshikawa's right arm without hesitation. Yoshikawa screamed miserably, his voice was shrill and painful, as if he wanted to vent all the pain through this scream. His face turned pale in an instant, cold sweat poured down, and his eyes were filled with fear and confusion.

Then, Wei Dayong did the same thing again. He grabbed Yoshikawa's left arm and twisted it hard. With the sound of broken bones, Yoshikawa's left arm suffered the same fate. Yoshikawa's screams became more and more shrill, like the sound of a pig being slaughtered, echoing in the venue, making people shudder.

At this moment, Yoshikawa was in so much pain that he could not stand up. He collapsed on the ground and kept rolling around, trying to relieve the pain. His face was as pale as paper, and his lips were tightly closed, as if he had run out of energy to shout.

Wei Dayong looked at Yoshikawa in front of him, and the anger in his heart was greatly satisfied. He raised his right leg and stepped on Yoshikawa's left leg without hesitation. As the sound of bones breaking rang out again, Yoshikawa's left leg was also severely injured. He was in so much pain that he couldn't even make a sound, and could only roll on the ground and groan in pain.

At this moment, the entire venue fell into a deathly silence. All the reporters stared at this scene in amazement, they couldn't believe their eyes. They could never have imagined that Su Zhengyang would be so tough and allow his men to do such a cruel thing to a Japanese reporter in such an occasion.

Wei Dayong looked at Yoshikawa coldly, his eyes full of disdain and contempt. He was already filled with anger as he watched this little devil continue to speak nonsense from behind the podium.

Now, he finally found a chance to vent, and he felt an indescribable pleasure in his heart. He seemed to be telling everyone with his actions: Anyone who dared to provoke and insult China would pay a heavy price.

A cold light flashed in Wei Dayong's eyes. He leaned down again, ready to break Yoshikawa's last leg. He held Yoshikawa's right leg tightly and twisted it hard. With the sound of bone breaking, Yoshikawa's right leg was also ruthlessly broken. Yoshikawa fainted immediately. His body was twisted into an incredible angle. The bone stubble pierced through the skin and was exposed. It looked shocking. On the ground, a large piece of blood quickly spread, dyeing the surrounding ground red.

Wei Dayong stood up with a cruel smile on his face. He glanced at Su Zhengyang, as if waiting for his approval. After getting Su Zhengyang's acquiescence, he turned around and prepared to leave. However, after taking a few steps, Wei Dayong suddenly stopped and patted his head as if he had suddenly realized something.

He turned around and walked back to Yoshikawa. Yoshikawa had no power to resist and could only lie on the ground and be slaughtered. Wei Dayong looked at him coldly, with a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes. He raised his right foot and stepped hard on Yoshikawa's vitals.

The male reporters present could not help but feel a chill, as if their crotch had been attacked in the same way. They clearly heard a crisp cracking sound, as if something was crushed inside Yoshikawa's body. Yoshikawa suddenly woke up in the intense pain, and he let out a hoarse howl, which was shrill and desperate, as if he wanted to vent all the pain through this shout.

Blood gushed out of Yoshikawa's body again, staining the already blood-stained ground red. His face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were filled with fear and despair. His body kept twitching, as if every nerve was enduring unimaginable pain.

Wei Dayong watched all this coldly, without a trace of sympathy or pity on his face. He turned and left, leaving behind a blood-stained, dying Yoshikawa and a silent meeting place. Everyone was shocked by this scene, and they couldn't believe what they saw.

Amid the silence and astonishment of the meeting, Su Zhengyang finally spoke again. His voice was steady and clear, as if all the blood and cruelty had nothing to do with him.

"Everyone, I know you may be shocked by my actions just now." Su Zhengyang smiled slightly, with a hint of complex emotions flashing in his eyes, "But I hope you understand that I am not a tyrant. On the contrary, I am a kind and easy-going person."

He paused, looking at all the reporters present, especially those foreign reporters who looked horrified. Then he continued, "I heard that Mr. Yoshikawa is a person who loves nature and likes to raise snakes. He often observes the morphology of snakes and has a deep affection for them."

At this point, Su Zhengyang's mouth curled up into a playful smile: "Therefore, I specially prepared a special 'gift' for him. This gift will give him the opportunity to observe the life of snakes more deeply - that is, to let him turn himself into a 'snake' that can only crawl."

The venue fell into dead silence again, and everyone was shocked by Su Zhengyang's words. This kind of punishment was unheard of, but it was in line with his character - tough and cruel, but also revealed an inexplicable humor and playfulness.

However, Su Zhengyang's next words made everyone feel relieved. He sighed softly, with a hint of pity in his tone: "Although we helped Mr. Yoshikawa to transform, it is obvious that Mr. Yoshikawa was seriously injured. Our country is a country that values ​​etiquette and morality. When two armies are fighting, they will not kill envoys. We will arrange a professional medical team to stop the bleeding and treat Mr. Yoshikawa's injuries."

He paused and looked around the venue again: "After the treatment, we will also arrange an ocean ferry to send Mr. Yoshikawa back to Fuso safely. I hope that he can deeply reflect on his behavior through this experience and convey a clear message to the Fuso government - China's territory and dignity cannot be violated."