stonecrandall Chapter 202 Fake IDs Scaring Real People
Chapter 202 Fake IDs Scaring Real People
No one knew that this cook, who always kept his head down and looked humble in the cafeteria, had such a past, and no one knew that he had already been taken advantage of by Yan Shuo.
Konosuke Kamiya, thirty-eight years old this year, was born in the countryside of Nagasaki and had no background. Before last year, he was just a wanderer on the streets of Shanghai, who spent his days idly and was addicted to gambling. In the end, he cheated after losing money gambling and got into trouble with the yakuza. He was put in a sack and almost beaten to death.
Come to think of it, this kid is just lucky.
That day, Yan Shuo happened to be passing by that quiet alley alone. He was just taking a leisurely stroll and didn't intend to meddle in other people's business.
But when those gangsters saw a stranger passing by, they not only didn't restrain themselves, but instead stopped what they were doing and shouted at Yan Shuo, "Get lost! Mind your own business, or we'll beat you up too!"
If they hadn't shouted, Yan Shuo might have just walked right past, leaving Kamiya Konosuke to be beaten to death in the sack.
But they were blind and dared to yell at Yan Shuo like that.
It should be noted that Yan Shuo rarely travels alone. Except for rare occasions when he is taking a walk or carrying out special missions, he is usually accompanied by attendants when he is out and about.
Although he went out alone that day, his bodyguards, who were secretly protecting him, were waiting nearby.
Shouting at Yan Shuo would undoubtedly be courting death.
No sooner had he finished speaking than Zhou Hu, Li Gang, and several other team members emerged from the shadows at the alley entrance in an instant. With swift movements, they rushed forward and gave the gangsters a brutal beating before they could even react.
The gangsters, who were usually arrogant and domineering, were no match for Yan Shuo's well-trained henchmen. They were beaten black and blue in no time, lying on the ground begging for mercy, repeatedly shouting "I won't do it again!" and "Spare me!"
Yan Shuo waved his hand, signaling his followers to stop and tell those gangsters to get lost.
After the gangsters scrambled away, he noticed a bulging sack lying in the corner of the alley, from which faint groans could be heard.
Yan Shuo stepped forward, kicked the sack, and gestured for Zhou Hu to open it.
Zhou Hu stepped forward, untied the rope at the top of the sack, and pulled it open. Inside was a Japanese ronin covered in wounds and blood, none other than Kamiya Konosuke.
Yan Shuo raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes: "Oh, you've found a good one."
Kamiya Konosuke was covered in injuries and in so much pain that he could barely stand. Leaning against the wall for support, he saw Yan Shuo and hurriedly bent down, bowing repeatedly to thank him. His expression was both disheveled and carried a hint of innate sleazy: "Thank you, thank you, sir! What kind of work did you do? You are so kind, I will definitely repay you!"
Yan Shuo crossed his arms, looking down at him with a flat tone: "Hmm, who are you? Why were you stuffed in a sack? Do you have a grudge against those people?"
Perhaps it was the stubbornness of a ronin still lingering in his bones, or perhaps it was his unwillingness to lose his so-called "face," but Kamiya Konosuke raised his head, a hint of resistance flashing in his eyes, and said with a stiff upper lip, "Who are you? I'm from the Black Dragon Society. Don't pry into my affairs!"
"Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than Zhou Hu stepped forward and slapped Kamiya Konosuke four times across the face. The force of the blows left Kamiya Konosuke dizzy and blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. His stubbornness vanished instantly, replaced by fear in his eyes.
Yan Shuo's tone remained icy, yet carried an undeniable air of authority: "What's your name? Why were you fighting? Why are you bringing shame to the empire? Speak! If you dare utter another word, you'll be executed!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Gang immediately cooperated, pulling out the Nambu XIV pistol from his waist, quickly loading it, and pressing the muzzle directly against Kamiya Konosuke's head. The cold metallic touch made Kamiya Konosuke tremble all over, and his face instantly turned pale.
"Hiss—" Kamiya Konosuke gasped, his eyes filled with fear, but his inherent stubbornness still made him grit his teeth and say, "If you want me to answer your questions, you have to tell me your identity first! Otherwise, you might as well kill me!"
Yan Shuo chuckled, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes, and said in broken but fluent Japanese, "So-ka, yokukaigarikuna, kozo. Koreyo yaru, yokumitokai! (Oh, you're pretty clever, kid. Here, take a good look.)"
As he spoke, Yan Shuo took out an ID card from his pocket, held it between two fingers, and handed it to Kamiya Konosuke.
With trembling hands, Kamiya Konosuke took the document, carefully flipped it open, and after only a few glances, he was so frightened that he almost wet his pants on the spot. He quickly held the document in both hands and respectfully handed it back to Yan Shuo as if offering it to a god, bending over so low that his waist almost touched the ground.
"Hi, sir! Kamiya Konosuke, I apologize for my rudeness! Please forgive my offense!"
Konosuke Kamiya's voice trembled uncontrollably, his face filled with fear and humility. "Ask me anything, I will answer everything I know, and I will cooperate fully without holding back a single word!"
Although Kamiya Konosuke wasn't very knowledgeable, he knew that the document he had just seen was no ordinary item.
It was an ID card with a matte black cowhide cover, thin and sturdy, with only a tiny but clear dark gold chrysanthemum pattern embossed in the very center. It was almost impossible to see without careful observation. When touched, you could feel the subtle embossed texture, exuding a hidden and dignified aura.
The inner pages of the document are plain white, without any superfluous patterns, featuring only three lines of hard, silver-stamped lettering that are firm, clear, and eye-catching:
Cabinet Intelligence Department of the General Headquarters
Army General Staff Department II, China Section
Special instructions from the Shanghai office
In the lower right corner of the document, there is a vermilion seal in seal script, with subtle patterns on the edge of the seal, which gleams with a faint, cool light when illuminated.
What's most peculiar is that this document has no name or photo on it. Its minimalist design exudes an aura of absolute secrecy, making people dare not desecrate it in the slightest.
No wonder Kamiya Konosuke didn't remember the "commander's" name; there was simply no name to remember.
He had never seen such a document in his life. Regardless of whether the document was real or fake, just by looking at the aura, style and swiftness of the people in front of him, he knew they were no ordinary people.
Moreover, the dark gold chrysanthemum pattern and the seal script square seal exuded an aura of imperial and military authority, leaving him no choice but to believe it.
There's no need to hesitate, just back down immediately.
Let alone just answering a few questions, even if he were asked to go through fire and water, he wouldn't dare utter a single complaint.
The officer in front of him could easily kill him with the slightest movement of his finger.
What Kamiya Konosuke didn't know was that the document that terrified him was just a fake that Yan Shuo had made for fun, using the fake document equipment in the system based on his knowledge of history.
Even though it's just a fake, it's very effective in this situation to scare a low-level ronin like Kamiya Konosuke.