Yes, Prime Minister of Japan

So, right-wing groups such as the Special Association, the Japan First Party, and remnants of the Japan Restoration Party organized an illegal march of over 100,000 people to teach Li Xinghe a lesson and let him know that they wouldn't stop marching just because he forbade them.

Japanese politics has always been like this: many strict bans are ignored, and people just go about their business as usual.

But this past leniency is no longer effective.

The combined US-Japan forces were on high alert, deploying tanks and infantry fighting vehicles into the streets and equipping them with live ammunition in preparation for riot control.

This time, the troops were given orders to open fire at will.

As the right-wing march approached Toranomon, without any warning, someone in the procession (a CIA spy) opened fire on the US-Japan coalition forces, wounding a soldier. The incident was clearly captured on a vehicle-mounted camera.

This move immediately enraged the combined US-Japan forces.

The soldiers opened fire directly on the right-wing demonstrators.

Tanks and heavy infantry fighting vehicles advanced together, their tracks and large truck wheels relentlessly crushing the protesters' lines, while soldiers on the vehicles opened machine guns and fired wildly at the people.

The right-wing activists immediately scattered and fled, but there was nowhere left to escape. They either died under bullets or knelt down and were arrested on the spot, ready to be thrown onto the beaches of Taiwan as cannon fodder.

"Fools, times have changed!"

These are no longer the days when peaceful protests can solve problems.

Overnight, more than 600 right-wing activists who charged ahead were either riddled with machine gun fire or crushed into flesh by treadmills. Blood flowed from Sakurada Gate to Toranomon Gate. More than 4,000 people were injured and over 20,000 were arrested.

The major newspapers were shocked.

"They'd rather shoot the people than admit that Koreans and Chinese are of the same ethnicity—that's outrageous!"

Sparks of anger ignited across the Japanese archipelago, growing into a continuous blaze that spread from mountain villages to coastal cities, then surged towards Tokyo, Osaka, Kobe, Kyoto, Nagoya, and Sapporo. The conservative populace was deeply enraged by Li Xinghe, even determined to overthrow this tyrannical minister.

The Japan meeting finally took place.

After his underlings were arrested by Li Xinghe and destined to be sent to Taiwan as cannon fodder, he decided to personally lead a nationwide campaign against right-wing groups, displaying slogans that were both laughable and absurd to Li Xinghe:

"Thirty million citizens are outraged!"

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Author's Note: Thank you all for your support. 5500 words. It was quite enjoyable writing.

Chapter 670: A Night of Tears in Tokyo, The Iron Hammer of American Daddy's Love (4900 words)

In Tokyo, Kyoto-Osaka-Kobe, Nagoya, Fukuoka, Sapporo, Kitakyushu, Shizuoka, Hamamatsu, Aomori, Niigata—in every major metropolitan area, anti-Li voices were everywhere, flags were waving, motorcades stretched endlessly, and right-wing groups of all ideologies and the petty bourgeoisie in the economic sphere were all mobilized.

However, there's one thing that's really funny.

Because Li Xinghe's fox demon face was too handsome, and there was a Chinese flag hanging next to him to mock him, the whole convoy seemed to be a "host club promotion convoy" on the streets of Tokyo and Osaka, and Li Xinghe was the most famous top host in all of Japan, worthy of being promoted wildly on the streets of more than a dozen major cities across the country.

Anyone who didn't know better would think that these so-called '3000 million angry citizens' were all brainless fans of Li Xinghe.

So, behind each parade, followed by a group of brainless, good-looking female fans of Li Xinghe. As the people in front shouted "Oppose Li Xinghe! Down with Li Xinghe!", the female fans cheered "Support Li Xinghe! Love Li Xinghe!", which looked quite comical.

So before the march was even fully organized, a civil war broke out between right-wing men and women who admired Koizumi's looks. The men in front accused the women behind them of "colluding with traitors and betraying the country, having no brains at all," while the women behind them shouted, "Didn't the previous leaders also betray the country?" They dragged out Koizumi, Abe, and Kishida and lashed out at them one by one.

The two sides argued fiercely and couldn't reach a conclusion.

Various news channels launched special reports:

"The nationwide anti-Li situation is escalating."

What is clearly a question about whether to acknowledge Japan's multi-ethnic status quo is being misrepresented as an "anti-Li situation," which is simply using Li Xinghe's Han surname for right-wing ethnic propaganda.

Toranomon, Tokyo.

In the city's bustling areas, while Metropolitan Police Department officers were on strike, groups opposing Lee Sung-ha quickly rallied throughout Tokyo. This time, they were more cunning; they parked their cars across the road with their lights on, held up signs of peaceful protest, and prostrated themselves in the main streets, chanting songs criticizing Lee Sung-ha.

"The Jade-Faced Demon Fox, a traitor who has committed countless evil deeds, is Li Xinghe!"

"Ugly and incompetent politicians, patriotism is found in true heroes!"

After singing two verses of a patriotic folk song, a slogan is then sung:

"Patriots, assemble! Traitors, tremble! Let us use our courage to protect Japan!"

For such a scoundrel who defied the law, Li Xinghe naturally mobilized his troops immediately, marching from the military camp in the port area all the way to Nagata-cho, a short journey of less than 10 minutes.

When the tanks reached the south side of Toranomon, the old men on the right wing shouted:

"Five hundred thousand loyal citizens are here to defend our country!"

Looking around, one sees rows upon rows of Japanese soldiers lying dead, densely packed and intertwined on the street, resembling a post-war massacre. Their staggered arrangement ensures that a tank could run over them, killing four men with a single step – a remarkably scientific and efficient method, perfect for rapid, assembly-line killing.

Li Xinghe scratched his head.

How should I put it? It's like having this strange illusion that you know you're going to be killed, so you lie down first to make it easier to die quickly.

Xu Baofeng, sitting in front, joked with Li Xinghe:

"Ha, they think we won't dare to run them over."

"Stop talking nonsense, let's go."

Li Xinghe crossed his arms, pondering how to deal with the Japanese meeting behind the scenes, while these unlucky souls who had been incited were not worth considering.

The tank starts and takes one step forward.

The Japanese man under the tracks couldn't help but take a step back.

If the tank had actually run them over, the Japanese probably wouldn't have had time to react, but it only moved one step. The people under the tracks watched as the track strips pressed down beside them, and all their courage vanished in that brief pause.

"I don't want to die!"

The tanks advanced a few steps, and the tanks retreated a few steps.

With nowhere to retreat, the group huddled together, and their emotions completely collapsed.

Finally, they collapsed without a fight, running out from under the tracks, weeping.

Those lying in front of the tanks retreated in a panic, scattering the right-wing groups behind them who were holding riot shields and steel forks, trying to fight Li Xinghe's troops in street battle to protect 'democratic Japan'. Li Xinghe then waved his hand:

"beat!"

Thousands of soldiers raised their batons and began to 'love' and beat right-wingers all over the streets.

As if in a phantom, only when the iron rod struck his head did he realize the importance of his life. After six swift blows, the man who was struck cried out in despair, clutching his head.

"Stop hitting us! We were just passing by, we don't know anything..."

"I only received a 2000 yen appearance fee, I don't know anything about it..."

This is exactly what it means to shatter the Yamato spirit with three blows; sir, I'm just an ordinary person!

Today's massive protest vanished under Li Xinghe's tanks and clubs. Previously, there had been open fire, but this time there were only sporadic shots, resulting in only a few dozen deaths.

The leaders were arrested and taken to the Qingshan Command Headquarters dungeon. Amidst the aftermath of blows, some cried out for their parents, while others were beaten to death.

The interrogator pressed him for answers:

"Who organized you?"

"do not know."

This person probably doesn't know.

But the interrogator immediately used three batons to teach him to face reality, and then showed him a photograph and questioned him:

"Who organized this? Was it him?"

The victim's initial enthusiasm for the sport vanished in an instant, replaced by a chilling indifference. He immediately began repeating the words on the photograph:

"It is Makoto Sakurai, the founder of the First Party and the chairman of the Special Association."

With the evidence irrefutable, the Qingshan Command immediately dispatched personnel:

"Grasp!"

Makoto Sakurai was subsequently placed on a wanted list and, a few hours later, was betrayed by his subordinates and arrested by Public Security Section 9 outside Haneda Airport.

The Japan First Party was ordered to disband by Li Xinghe at a special meeting. Police officers were dispatched to seal off the clubhouse, arrest relevant personnel, and label them as unfortunate victims to be exiled to the army.

That night, tens of thousands of people were arrested, and dozens more died. Photos of right-wing elites crying and wailing filled the internet. The hard-won anger against the virus was forced back to reality by tanks and guns. This day was whitewashed by right-wing writers as:

"Tokyo's Night of Tears".

The following day, reporters once again gathered at the entrance of the Cabinet Affairs Department.

Standing on the steps, Li Xinghe quipped humorously:

"We completed our conscription quota very quickly. From the first to the seventh day of the Lunar New Year alone, we recruited more than 30,000 people. Theoretically, that's enough to organize an army group. This shows the enthusiasm of the Japanese people for joining the army."

"There have been killings in the past few days! The army has opened fire and killed people!"

Reporters pressed for answers, pointing out that shooting and massacring protesters was something unimaginable in the past, yet it was happening all the time.

Li Xinghe shook his finger:

"No, it was the protesters who fired on the military first! We have video evidence that clearly shows a large number of unidentified spies mixed in with the protesters. I can't help but ask..."

At this point, Li Xinghe took a breath, and the reporters quickly took their positions with their cameras and microphones.

Sure enough, Li Xinghe's classic quote immediately went viral:

"How can we conduct politics well with such insects? How can we achieve national normalization and integrate into the economic development trend of East Asia? Do they really love Japan? Or will they stop loving it when Japan changes its path for the development of all its people? Are these people truly patriotic? Perhaps what they truly love is their own interests?"

According to Lee Sung-ha, he referred to all right-wing politicians who opposed him as "enemies of North Korea who hinder the normal development of the country."

"The arrested citizens..."

Li Xinghe waved his hand and sent him directly to serve in the army:

"As long as Taiwan is ready to take over and prepares the corresponding military equipment and funds, we can immediately send them to the island. Of course, as Japanese national volunteer forces, they can only be considered civilians and cannot bring weapons to the island."

Reporters reluctantly covered the stories, while editors-in-chief lay in their offices watching the surge in traffic and making a killing.

Li Xinghe seemed to be waving and shouting to Lai Wugui:

“My dear son, I’ve already taken care of the problem of you not being able to recruit soldiers. Make sure you have all the money ready.”

There was complete silence on the other side of Taiwan; they probably didn't quite understand what was going on.

The Japanese right-wingers, crushed by Li Xinghe's tanks, wept bitterly. After a night of tears in Tokyo, the number of protest groups in Osaka, Kyoto, and Kobe quickly dwindled, and the protesters in Sapporo vanished overnight.

No one dared to say that Li Xinghe wouldn't shoot himself.

But they still have ways to vent their anger:

"We're going to complain to the United States!"

"To Washington!"

"Can't the US control him?"

A large group of right-wing elites spoke at a media briefing, believing that the United States would definitely stand up for them.

Li Xinghe used his official account to send a mocking message:

"If something happens, you just run to your dad. That's all the grit you have."

……

One day later.

A plane from Tokyo made an emergency landing at Washington airport, and opposition lawmakers and reporters flocked to Washington, D.C., to lodge a complaint with the White House.

Surprisingly, the Democratic Party showed little interest in their arrival, only agreeing to help them organize a small-scale march. It was only with the assistance of lobbying groups that the Japanese were able to attend a press conference in Washington regarding the anti-Yeo situation.

A large group of Japanese journalists lined up, pushing aside journalists from other countries, and then surrounded the podium, weeping bitterly before the White House spokesperson.

"The despicable Chinese man Li Xinghe has robbed our people of their freedom, indiscriminately shot and killed civilians, occupied the imperial palace, a symbol of the nation, and built colonial fortresses. He is simply a devil. He even wants to replace the portrait of God in the Christian churches in Japan with his own face!"

The Japanese lament, in essence, boils down to one sentence:

"This is not democratic!"

But the spokesperson countered with a question:

"You mean he's conscripting people into the military in Japan?"

"That's right!"

The White House press secretary is still that blonde, blue-eyed, busty woman, Caroline Levitt, married to a man 32 years her senior. The same Caroline who once famously told the French, "Without America, France would still be speaking German," now, faced with a Japanese reporter's tearful plea, widened her eyes, slightly covered her lips, and blurted out:

"Cool~"

The Japanese reporters were stunned.