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Chapter 998 Insulting Dogs

"Master Yamaki!"

Seeing the short ninja slapped down by Qin Chong, the Japanese soldiers who were groaning on the ground cried out in surprise, and their eyes turned to Qin Chong with extreme fear.

"You Japanese devils, you can't even come up with proper names! Takahashi, Yamaki, Matsushita, what kind of nonsensical names are these? I get annoyed just hearing them!"

As he spoke, Qin Chong raised his right foot, as if stomping on a soccer ball, and stepped on the head of this so-called Lord Yamaki, saying with a playful expression, "Who can tell me who you are and how you got here? The one who performs best, I might spare his life. Well, you should know that Chinese people are trustworthy, there's only one spot!"

"Your Excellency, I say that my Chinese is the best!"

Upon hearing Qin Zhong's words, the bow-wielding man who had been the first to be knocked away quickly raised his head and said in a slightly muffled voice, "My name is Matsushita Mujiro. I am the son of the... no, the head of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. These men are my friends. We were on vacation on a large cruise ship when, for some reason, a lot of zombies suddenly appeared on the ship. Then, the cruise ship sank, and we took a lifeboat to the nearest island."

Looking into Qin Zhong's murderous eyes, the guy unconsciously poured out all their experiences.

Who is this guy standing at my feet?

Hearing Matsushita Mujiro's words, Qin Zhong stroked his chin and continued to ask, "Were you the only ones who survived on the ship? This deserted island isn't that big. How did you survive for almost a year?"

"The person under your feet is Yamaki Ichinan. He is a ninja sent by my family to protect me. Without him, we would have died long ago."

Looking at the ninja lying like a lump of mud at Qin Zhong's feet, Matsushita Mujiro's eyes flashed with fear, and he stammered, "As for how we survived..."

At this point, a hint of hesitation appeared on Matsushita Mujiro's face, and he dared not continue.

"Bodyguards? Then they're useless."

Seeing Matsushita Mujiro's hesitant expression, Qin Chong smiled coldly, and suddenly exerted force with his right foot. Accompanied by a series of crisp cracking sounds, Yamaki Ichinan's head exploded like a smashed watermelon.

In an instant, red blood and white brain matter stained Qin Zhong's shoes, and at the same time, a strong smell of blood began to spread.

"Hmph, if I ask you a question and you still dare to hesitate, then this is what will happen to you!"

After wiping the sole of his shoe clean on Yamaki Ichinan's corpse, Qin Chong looked at Matsushita Mujiro, who was almost terrified, and said calmly, "Speak, I don't want to repeat myself!"

"There were 225 people who escaped to the island with us that day... Later, because there was no water or food... they killed these people and used their blood as water and their flesh as food to get through the initial period of food scarcity..."

Startled, Matsushita Mujiro stammered, “Later it rained, and we collected the rainwater, dried the human flesh, and added some sea fish we caught from the sea. That’s how we managed to survive until now.”

Seeing the once arrogant Lord Yamaki trampled into a pulp by Qin Chong, Matsushita Mujiro trembled like a leaf, stammering, "They were the ones who gave the orders. I... I'm just a nobody, I had no choice but to obey their commands... Otherwise... Otherwise I would have died too!"

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"Out of two hundred and twenty-five people, only the five of you are left?"

After hearing Matsushita Mujiro's words, Qin Zhong's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he said coldly, "Fine, very well! It seems that calling you dogs is an insult to dogs. Even dogs don't eat their own kind, yet you actually eat your own kind!"

After saying that, Qin Chong flicked his left foot, kicking the two katanas left by Yamaki Ichinan to Matsushita Mujiro's side, and said indifferently, "Since you want to live so much, I will grant your wish. Go, cut these guys into pieces, and I will spare your life. Otherwise, I believe they would be more than willing to do it for you!"

"I'm going, I'm going!"

Upon hearing Qin Zhong's words, Matsushita Mujiro picked up two katanas without hesitation, walked shakily to one of the Japanese soldiers, squatted down, took a deep breath, and prepared to take action.

He knew very well that if he hesitated even slightly, this devilish man would definitely send someone else to do the job, and based on his understanding of these "brothers," they wouldn't hesitate at all when they started.

"what!"

With a soft sound, the Japanese soldier closest to Matsushita Mujiro was stabbed in the lower abdomen. The intense pain instantly snapped the man out of his daze, and he let out a frantic scream.

Then, the Japanese soldier's eyes widened suddenly as he stared at Matsushita Mujiro, who was repeatedly stabbing himself with a knife. He cried out in disbelief, "Matsushita-kun, Matsushita-kun, it's me! It's Miyamoto! Your best brother! What are you doing? Stop! Stop! Ah!"

It turned out that just as he screamed in agony, Matsushita Mujiro had already raised his katana and severed the man's tendons in his hands and feet.

"I'm sorry, Miyamoto-kun, I was just trying to survive! You're my brother, so I hope you can understand me! Long live friendship!"

Upon hearing Miyamoto's screams, a strange, almost ecstatic expression appeared on Matsushita Mujiro's face. Then, while muttering to himself, he began to cut away flesh from Miyamoto's body, slice by slice.

With screams of agony, Matsushita Mujiro cut off pieces of flesh from Miyamoto's body. After five or six minutes, when Miyamoto's limbs had turned to bones, he stopped screaming due to excessive blood loss and also stopped breathing.

"Miyamoto-kun, you've always looked down on my Chinese bloodline. But have you ever imagined that one day you'd become nothing more than a skeleton under my hands?"

After shaving off all the flesh from Miyamoto's limbs, Matsushita Mujiro began to mutter to himself as if possessed.

Then, Matsushita Mujiro gently raised his katana and cut open Miyamoto's abdomen. He then carefully removed Miyamoto's internal organs one by one and placed them aside.

At this moment, he no longer remembered that Qin Zhong had ordered him to do all this, because his face was filled with a twisted look of pleasure. It seemed that because of his half-Chinese blood, he had suffered a lot of humiliation among the people of these island nations.

"Miyamoto-kun, your eyes are very bright!"

After removing Miyamoto's internal organs, Matsushita Mujiro looked at Miyamoto's unseeing eyes with delight, as if he had discovered a treasure. Then, with a soft cry, he stretched out two fingers and gouged out Miyamoto's eyeballs.

Matsushita Mujiro held a pair of eyeballs in his hands and muttered to himself, "These are the same eyes that have looked down on me so many times. Now, they're in my hands, aren't they?"

After saying that, he opened Miyamoto's mouth again, and using the short katana, cut off Miyamoto's tongue, and said with a wicked smile, "Now that you don't have a tongue, can you still say things that insult me?"

And so, with a voice full of pleasure, Matsushita Mujiro muttered to himself as he shaved Miyamoto into a skeleton, bloody but devoid of any flesh.

After finishing all this, Matsushita Mujiro slowly stood up and walked towards the other three islanders.