Did he trick the young marshal into becoming sworn brothers and then go south to Huangpu Military Ac

Lin Qi drew out his words and let out a harsh, sneer.

"Your Japanese customs are truly an eye-opener for me. Could it be that these days, even dogs can make decisions for their owners?"

boom!

This statement was like a bombshell dropped directly into a powder keg!

Japanese society has such a rigid class system that it's almost perverse; insubordination is an absolute capital offense.

Lin Qi's blatant attempt to sow discord directly struck a nerve with these two top aristocratic scions.

"You bastard!!"

The arrogant young man surnamed Ping instantly flew into a rage, his originally fair face turning bright red, and the veins on his forehead bulging.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound echoed through the club.

The young man from the Ping family slapped Tu Feiyuan hard across the face.

The slap was so powerful that it made the fat man stagger, half of his face swelled up instantly, and a trickle of blood even spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Who do you think you are?!"

The young man from the Taira clan pointed at the obese man's nose and roared furiously in Japanese, "You're nothing but a dog our family keeps to bite people! A lowly servant who does dirty work! Who gave you the audacity to interfere with our decisions in public?!"

"Are you trying to teach us how to do things?! Believe me, if I send a telegram back to Tokyo, your entire office will have to commit seppuku!!"

Fujiwara's eyes turned completely cold. He handed a white handkerchief to Taira no Uchiha, implying that he shouldn't get his hands dirty while hitting a dog, and then said coldly.

"Tsuchi, step back. If you dare utter another word, once we get to Shanghai, you won't be able to return to China."

Faced with this inhumane public humiliation, Tu Feiyuan didn't dare to utter a single word.

He gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain on his face and the humiliation in his heart, and bowed deeply once again.

"Yes, Your Majesty! I know I was wrong! I deserve to die!"

Tu Feiyuan retreated to a corner, his eyes gleaming with a venomous light as he stared intently at Lin Qi's back.

He knew that he had been completely outmaneuvered by this man surnamed Lin today, and it was an open scheme that left him no room for rebuttal.

"Cool."

Lin Qi silently uttered a single word in his mind.

Watching this spy chief, who would one day commit countless crimes on this land, being slapped and verbally abused like a dog by his own people, Lin Qi felt every pore on his body relax.

So what if you're fat and ugly, and have great abilities?

In the face of power and class, don't we all have to obediently act like grandsons?

"Oh dear, Taira-kun, Fujiwara-kun, calm down, calm down."

Lin Qi hypocritically stepped forward, patted the young man from the Ping family on the shoulder, and put on a friendly demeanor: "Why bother arguing with a servant who doesn't know his manners? You'll only hurt yourself. Come on, come on, those British guys are still waiting for us. Today, let's join forces and empty those white pigs' pockets!"

The four words "we are brothers" instantly brought them closer together.

Moreover, Lin Qi not only gave them a way out, but also catered to their vanity in wanting to show off their family's strength in front of foreigners.

"This gentleman is right."

Fujiwara nodded slightly, regaining his aloof demeanor: "It was our fault for spoiling the servants' fun. Consider today's game on us brothers."

The three walked side by side toward the largest gambling table in the center of the club.

At this moment, four or five British businessmen, their faces flushed from drinking, were already sitting around the gambling table, with piles of colorful chips and pounds in cash in front of them.

Seeing Lin Qi approach with two Japanese men, one of them, a fat British man with a bulbous nose, snorted contemptuously and loudly mocked in English:

"Oh my God, look who's here! A bunch of yellow-skinned monkeys from the East! Do you know what game this is? This is Showhand, a game played by the British aristocracy, with a 10-pound coin! Do you have enough money for your ship tickets?"

The surrounding British merchants burst into laughter, their eyes filled with a sense of superior racial condescension.

Although the young men of the Fujiwara Heiji clan didn't quite understand what they were hearing, how could they not see the blatant contempt in the other party's attitude?

Their faces instantly darkened to a grim degree, as if water could drip from them.

In Japan, they are gods who are worshipped and kneeled over. When have they ever been treated like this?

"Bang!"

Before the two Japanese could react, Lin Qi slammed his hand on the gambling table.

His deep eyes, like two drawn swords, stared coldly at his bulbous nose.

Then, Lin Qi opened his mouth and spoke slowly and deliberately in extremely pure Oxford-accented English, even more refined and elegant than the other person's:

"Ten pounds? That's not even enough to buy a cheap beer in the slums of East London, and you dare to bring it up as a shameful bet?"

Lin Qi casually pulled a thick stack of HSBC bank drafts from his pocket and slammed it onto the center of the table like a piece of waste paper.

"I'm the dealer this round. The ante is £100. Each raise must be at least £500, with no upper limit. If you can't afford it, go back to your third-class cabins and eat potatoes."

His extremely arrogant words, coupled with his impeccable aristocratic accent and the stack of genuine, huge promissory notes, instantly stunned the British merchants.

The man with the red nose turned pale and then flushed, caught in a bind. He could only grit his teeth and bang on the table: "Fine! Deal the cards! Today I'll show you Easterners what true depth is!"

The card game has officially begun.

The dealer shuffles and deals the cards.

Lin Qi sat between Fujiwara and Heiji, appearing as a casual observer, but his mind was actually racing.

For him, counting cards was as easy as a college student solving the problem of one plus one equals two.

In games like Texas Hold'em, which are extremely demanding in terms of mental fortitude, Lin Qi's performance was even more dominant.

In the first round, the cards were laid out.

The man with the rosacea had a pair of Kings face up, but kept his hole cards hidden, and a confident and provocative smile spread across his face.

Fujiwara Seishin's face-up cards are an Ace of Spades and a Jack of Spades.

Lin Qi glanced at his terrible hand, then without hesitation folded his cards and quit the game. But he didn't stay idle.

He leaned back in his chair, lit a cigarette, and seemingly spoke to himself, but in a voice only Fujiwara could hear, said:

"Red Nose is bluffing. When he looked at his hole cards, his pupils didn't dilate, but his fingers tapped the table faster. That's a classic bluff. His hole cards are definitely not Kings."

Fujiwara was slightly taken aback. He had been feeling uncertain and was about to fold when he saw the other party's aggressive raise, but when he heard Lin Qi's highly professional words, his competitive spirit was instantly ignited.

"Call! Bet another thousand pounds!"

Fujiwara snorted and pushed the chip out.

The man with the red nose clearly hadn't expected this Eastern kid to dare to follow. His expression changed slightly, and he gritted his teeth, bracing himself to continue.

The last river card was dealt.

Fujiwara Seishin received a Queen of Spades. Although he didn't make a flush, his hand was already quite strong.

"Open the cards."

The man with the bulbous nose angrily turned over his hole cards, and sure enough, as Lin Qi had expected, it was a useless 3 of hearts. His pair of Kings was his best hand.

Fujiwara Shinjin revealed his hole cards: an Ace of Clubs, a pair of Aces that beat a pair of Kings.

"Fuck!"

The man with the red nose slammed his fist on the table.

"Brilliant! Fujiwara-kun, what spirit!"

Lin Qi led the applause, naturally attributing all the credit to the Japanese soldiers' decisiveness.

As Fujiwara looked at the huge pile of pounds pushed in front of him, and then at the British who had been so arrogant just moments before but were now looking like they had lost their parents, an unprecedented sense of accomplishment and pleasure surged through his body.

He turned his head and looked at Lin Qi with less wariness and more undisguised gratitude and approval.

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