NFBE Chapter 1312 The Japanese devils killed his two sons with their own hands
Chapter 1312 The Japanese devils killed his two sons with their own hands
Da Bao turned to look at Mitsui Ryuichi, his tone carrying an indescribable chill. He spoke in Japanese, which the auctioneer could only understand a few words of.
"Mr. Mitsui, is it normal to participate in bidding if you like something at an auction?"
Ryuichi Mitsui was a little confused, but after hearing what Daibao said, he slowly nodded.
"You must be Duke Charlotte? It's normal to participate in bidding at auctions, so why are you asking this?"
Da Bao let out a sinister laugh, a laugh that sent chills down the spines of all the Japanese present.
“Since participating in the bidding is normal, and I haven’t disrupted the normal order of the auction, why would your sons hire an assassin to kill me? Is this the rule of the Mitsui family?”
Mitsui Ryuichi was taken aback. The auctioneer only understood the last sentence, and her face immediately darkened as she turned to Mitsui Ryuichi and questioned him.
“Mr. Mitsui, if this is true, I think you need to give Sotheby’s an explanation.”
Mitsui Ryuichi was so anxious that he broke out in a sweat, and he waved his hands repeatedly.
"Impossible. It's just fifty million pounds, and this five-stringed lyre. Our Mitsui family can afford to lose. Why would we hire an assassin to kill you?"
The sinister smile on Da Bao's face remained. He clapped his hands, and Uncle Qing and Xiao Dao, each carrying one of Mitsui Hisashi and Mitsui Fuku, came in through the door and threw Mitsui Hisashi and Mitsui Fuku at Da Bao's feet.
Mitsui Hisashi and Mitsui Fuku were beaten black and blue. When they saw their father standing there staring at them with a stern face, they immediately shouted.
"Father, save me, Father..."
Ryuichi Mitsui's face was terribly gloomy, but his voice remained calm.
"Duke Charlotte, what do you mean by this?"
Da Bao pulled out a chair and sat down in a grand manner.
“After the auction ended yesterday, my sister and I were driving home when two men stopped our car and tried to assassinate me. I have already captured them. According to their confession, they were henchmen of the Bick Brothers, a London gang.”
It was your two good sons who begged them to join their ranks. It turns out that the Mitsui family has been doing shady business with the London mafia. Mitsui Hisashi and Mitsui Fuku were transporting flour from the Golden Triangle to London on the Mitsui family's ships.
Then the brothers, Bick and Billy, distributed this flour throughout Europe. Wow, what a vertically integrated production and sales operation! The Mitsui family has run a very large business.”
Ryuichi Mitsui's face was as dark as ink. He came from a respectable family; how could he dare to bear such a bad reputation? Wasn't that courting death? Who in the world would dare to do business with his family after that?
He bowed deeply to Da Bao and remained in that position as he spoke.
“Your Grace, these two rebellious sons dared to disobey my orders and engage in such shady business. They even dared to collude with gangsters to assassinate you. Today, I will give you an explanation.”
He straightened up and reached out. His assistant pulled a short sword from his lower back and handed it to him, saying in a low voice.
"President, if you do it, people might gossip about it later. I'd better do it."
Ryuichi Mitsui took the wakizashi and shook his head.
"Only if I put aside my own family ties for the greater good can we be forgiven; otherwise, we will be surrounded by enemies on three sides today."
The assistant glanced at Da Bao, then at the auctioneer, and suddenly understood. But when he turned to look at the monks of Horyuji Temple, he noticed that their gazes toward Mitsui Hisashi and Mitsui Fuku were filled with disgust. Only then did he realize why the chairman had personally killed his two sons.
When Mitsui Hisashi and Mitsui Fuku saw their father pull out a knife, they were terrified and screamed.
Having witnessed countless deaths in the Kwantung Army, Mitsui Ryuichi lunged forward, covered Mitsui Hisashi's mouth, and with a swift movement, pierced his heart. He then did the same to Mitsui Fuku, his methods clean and efficient, clearly indicating that this was not his first time killing someone.
Mitsui Ryuichi shakily returned the wakizashi to his assistant and bowed to the auctioneer.
“Miss Sotheby’s, I’m sorry for making a mess of your place. In the future, if Sotheby’s auction house needs any help from the Mitsui Group, please don’t hesitate to ask.”
The auctioneer's face turned pale. She hadn't expected this Japanese soldier to be so ruthless, killing her two sons without a word. In truth, she didn't understand this nation. This nation was full of contradictions, with a multifaceted character. In the face of interests, kinship was worthless.
Ryuichi Mitsui bowed again to the monks.
Ryohei Onishi clasped his hands together and said with satisfaction.
"Amitabha Buddha, to know one's mistakes and correct them is the greatest virtue. Such a wicked disciple should have been eliminated. Chairman Mitsui's act of putting righteousness before family has earned the admiration of everyone at Horyuji Temple."
Mitsui Ryuichi said repeatedly.
"Don't dare, don't dare."
Da Bao watched the scene unfold with a smile, his expression unchanged. Mitsui Ryuichi was somewhat embarrassed and could only bow deeply.
"Your Grace, are you satisfied with my explanation? If not, please state your request and I will try my best to fulfill it."
Dabao snorted.
"Mitsui Ryuichi, don't give me that crap. You killed your son yourself, as if I forced you. Don't try to pin this on me. Get lost, you old devils, I feel disgusted just looking at you."
Mitsui Ryuichi's face turned a deep shade of liver, and he stomped his foot angrily before leaving. Several high-ranking monks greeted Da Bao and the auctioneer with their hands clasped in farewell.
Once they were in the car, the assistant said menacingly.
"Baka yarou, this grudge must be avenged."
Ryuichi Mitsui patted his assistant's hand and said leisurely.
"Jieyi, in fact, when it comes to the ability to inherit the Mitsui family business, no one but you is the most suitable. It's just that you are my illegitimate son and are not recognized by the family. Father, there's nothing I can do about it."
I'm old, and the wounds I sustained on the battlefield have taken a toll on my health. It seems I must make some arrangements for you. Here's what I'll do: you stay in London this time, and I'll leave you fifty million pounds. You can develop your business here.”
Mitsui Kaiichi shuddered and quickly said.
“Father, the Mitsui Group appears to be doing well, but there is infighting within the family. I don’t feel comfortable letting you face these wolves alone. I’d better stay by your side.”
Ryuichi Mitsui shook his head with satisfaction.
"Don't worry, Father, I'm not that old yet. Let's make this decision. All the family's personnel here will be withdrawn, and you will be in charge of the London branch from now on."
Mitsui Ryuichi closed his eyes wearily and soon fell into a deep sleep as the vehicle swayed.
Mitsui took out a blanket and covered him with it, then looked at the rain falling outside the car window, a cold smile appearing on his lips...