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

Chapter 832: Desperate Suzuki Taro

The two of them quickly changed their clothes. Although the clothes were old, they were still clean. They straightened their lapels and tried not to look so embarrassed. Under Li Yunlong's irresistible gaze, they walked side by side, with a bit of reluctance in their steps, but they had to obey, and slowly moved towards the direction of the meeting room.

In the conference room, Su Zhengyang leaned back in a wide chair, his eyes as sharp as an eagle's.

The moment Suzuki Taro stepped into the conference room, a cold light flashed in Su Zhengyang's eyes. The undisguised murderous intent was like a sharp blade, causing Suzuki Taro's heart to shrink suddenly and he began to tremble involuntarily.

"This is the reply from your Emperor. Please take a good look at it." Su Zhengyang's voice was low and cold. He casually threw a telegram on the ground. His light movement seemed to carry a thousand pounds of weight, which made Suzuki Taro almost unable to breathe.

Taro Suzuki's steps involuntarily stopped for a moment. With trembling hands, he slowly squatted down and picked up the telegram.

The paper trembled slightly in his hands, as if it also carried his mood at the moment.

Taro Suzuki took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner turmoil, then carefully unfolded the telegram and began to read its contents word by word.

The content of the telegram was like a bucket of cold water in winter, extinguishing all of Suzuki Taro's fantasies.

At the beginning of the telegram, in an unquestionable tone, it directly pointed out the outrageousness of Su Zhengyang's request: "The amount of war reparations proposed by China is so huge that it is absurd in the extreme. Such behavior is a wanton trampling on the dignity of the Fuso Empire." The words revealed Emperor Jindong's extreme dissatisfaction and anger with Su Zhengyang's request.

Then, the telegram changed its tone: "Our Fuso Empire has always regarded itself as a country of etiquette, but it is difficult to agree with such unreasonable demands. If your country insists on using such conditions as the basis for peace talks, then no agreement can be reached in the negotiations." Between the lines, there was a toughness and determination that could not be violated.

The most frightening thing was the resounding oath at the end of the telegram: "Here, I, Emperor Jinto, on behalf of the Fuso Empire, declare to China: If the final result of the negotiations cannot safeguard the legitimate rights and dignity of our empire, then the entire Fuso nation will unite as one and fight to the end. It is better to die in glory than to live in disgrace!" These words, like a thunderclap, exploded in Suzuki Taro's mind, and he couldn't help but shudder.

After reading the telegram, Suzuki Taro slowly raised his head and looked ahead with empty eyes, as if he had lost all his strength.

Su Zhengyang curled up a sneer at the corner of his mouth and threw out another telegram casually. The action seemed like he was treating an insignificant item, but it invisibly brought a heavy blow to Suzuki Taro.

Taro Suzuki's eyes had become numb, but he still mechanically reached out his hand and picked up the new telegram with trembling hands.

The content of the telegram was like a bolt from the blue, instantly shattering the remaining luck in Suzuki Taro's heart. The telegram clearly stated that three days ago, the Chinese army landed on Shikoku Island with a thunderous force and launched a surprise attack on the West Sea Port and Tosa Port. These two important ports fell into the flames of war in a short period of time, and the entire Shikoku Island fell into an unprecedented crisis.

What made Suzuki Taro even more frightened was the instructions from Emperor Jinto in the telegram.

The Emperor asked him to delay Su Zhengyang at all costs to buy precious time for the imperial reinforcements. These simple words were like a heavy burden on his shoulders. This task was almost impossible to complete, but he had to bite the bullet and carry it out.

Emperor Jinto was unaware of Suzuki Taro's current situation. He did not receive the treatment and respect that an envoy deserved. Instead, he was placed under house arrest like a dog and humiliated at will.

Taro Suzuki's face became even paler, and the telegram in his hand seemed to have become a hot potato, making him feel extremely tormented.

He looked up at Su Zhengyang, trying to find a hint of answer or clue in the other's eyes, but all he saw was endless indifference and ridicule.

At this moment, Suzuki Taro finally realized that he had become a pawn abandoned by the empire. His fate was no longer in his own hands. Instead, he was caught in this vortex and could not escape.

After a moment of silence, Suzuki Taro made up his mind that he must not die here, and he must save his life no matter what. So Suzuki Taro knelt on the ground and spoke to Su Zhengyang.

“President Su, please believe me, this is not my original intention. His Majesty the Emperor’s decision is indeed disappointing, but from my personal point of view, I think the amount of compensation requested by China is actually very reasonable…”

However, before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Su Zhengyang's cold and ruthless voice: "Enough, shut up. Since the peace talks have failed, your last value no longer exists. Suzuki Taro, now it's our turn to settle a score."

Su Zhengyang's words were like an icy blade, piercing Suzuki Taro's heart.

He widened his eyes and looked at Su Zhengyang in horror, as if he saw the fate he was about to face.

"Four years ago, my father, Su Yuting, was brutally assassinated by a killer from your Fusangmei Agency. This assassination plan was driven by you, the mastermind behind it!"

Upon hearing this, Suzuki Taro's legs went limp and he collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, his face as pale as paper.

He explained in a panic: "Su... President Su, I was forced! All this is the emperor's order! The Suzuki family has a great influence in Fuso, I am willing to let the whole family turn against us and join China! As long as... as long as you can let me go!"

Taro Suzuki's voice was tearful and his eyes were full of begging and despair.

But Su Zhengyang remained unmoved. His eyes were like a cold blade, without any mercy or sympathy.

"Your family? Your life? In my eyes, they are nothing but insignificant dust." Su Zhengyang said coldly, "The crimes you Fuso people have committed against our Chinese nation are too numerous to list! Do you think that you can offset those blood debts with just a few words from you?"

Li Yunlong, who was standing by, understood what he meant and without saying a word, he gestured to the soldiers behind him.

The four soldiers, like four black lightning bolts, quickly moved behind Suzuki Taro and Fujita Teru.

Seeing this, Suzuki Taro and Fujita Teru's faces suddenly changed, with a look of unwillingness and despair. They struggled hard, trying to break free from the sudden restraints, but unfortunately, the soldiers' strength was far beyond their ability to contend with.

"Su... President Su! Listen to me!" Taro Suzuki shouted with all his strength and a hoarse voice.

His eyes were full of pleading and unwillingness, but Su Zhengyang just stared at him coldly, without the slightest hesitation.