Chapter 192: Utterly Ridiculous And Laughable
Miss Mohe took a deep breath, her face turning unpleasant.
This little devil lived next door to Auntie, and ever since Miss Mohe got bored the day before yesterday, went out for some air, and chatted with Auntie only to be spotted by him, he’d been coming over to harass her from time to time these past two days.
This little devil Kawakami Kyoju was no good person; he always looked down his nose at everyone with an arrogant attitude, constantly bragging about being a noble ronin.
In truth, in Chinese terms, he was just a street thug, yet he acted so proud of himself—it was downright ridiculous!
Auntie waved her hands anxiously and whispered, “Ignore him, and don’t open the door.”
“Don’t worry, Auntie, I know.” Miss Mohe nodded without hesitation. Joke’s on him—she’d have to be crazy to open the door for that little devil; she wasn’t stupid.
Kawakami Kyoju outside the door, getting no response for a while, immediately shouted discontentedly, “Miss Mohe, I know you’re in there; I just heard your voice.”
“If you don’t open the door, I’ll climb over the wall!”
Miss Mohe’s appearance went without saying; otherwise, even if she were a character from a TV series, LSP Cao Weida wouldn’t want her—he didn’t have a hobby of collecting characters; he was just lecherous!
Before, when Miss Mohe was selling cigarettes, she’d smear dust and such on her face, and she didn’t have any nice clothes back then either, so her looks were mostly hidden.
But ever since she entered Cao Weida’s home, she naturally stopped deliberately making herself ugly, and her stunning beauty was revealed.
That’s why, the moment Kawakami Kyoju saw her face, his eyes went straight, his heart itching like crazy, obsessing over her day and night, just waiting for a chance for a “chance encounter.”
He even said something as blatant as climbing over the wall.
At these words, Miss Mohe’s face instantly darkened.
She was a woman, after all!
If this little devil climbed over the wall, what would become of her reputation?!
But thinking of the little devil’s identity, she feared he might actually climb the wall, so she forced down her anger and replied, “Professor, may I ask what brings you here?”
Professor?
More like beast!
Hearing the response from inside, Kawakami Kyoju outside immediately laughed, “Miss Mohe, doesn’t your China claim to be a land of etiquette? I’m here at your door, yet you won’t even open it—this isn’t hospitality.”
Miss Mohe’s face darkened again as she gritted her teeth and said, “Sorry, Professor, our Master isn’t home, and as a woman of the house, I really can’t let you in. Just say what you have to say from outside.”
“I’d like to invite Miss Mohe to have dinner together. Would Miss Mohe be willing?”
Have dinner together?
Willing or not?
Miss Mohe was so angry she laughed. Willing my ass!
“Sorry, I’m not willing. Professor, please go back; our Master will be home soon.”
She meant to intimidate him with her Master, but Kawakami Kyoju didn’t care and instead laughed heartily, saying mockingly from outside:
“Miss Mohe, from what I know, your Master hasn’t come to you once since marrying you. He has more than just you as a concubine.”
“He just married you and left you alone, carousing every night outside—what do you even need a man like that for?”
“I’d say, you should just divorce him.”
Miss Mohe was cold as ice, grinding her teeth as she said, “Professor, our family matters are none of your concern. Please leave; you’re not welcome in my home!”
How could Kawakami Kyoju possibly leave?
Not only did he not leave, his attitude grew even more arrogant. “I’m doing this for your own good—how can you bite the hand that feeds you?”
“You there, Zhang Shen’er, I know you’re inside. Dinner time’s almost here—what are you still doing in someone else’s home? Don’t you know to go home and cook? Open up and get out!”
Zhang Shen’er was also afraid of the little devil; these years, Beiping had been ravaged hard by the little devils, and the people of Beiping feared them deep down.
But she knew even better that she couldn’t open the door now; if she did and left, Miss Mohe would be in danger.
Rely on the old servants who did odd jobs and laundry?
Not realistic at all!
Afraid of the little devil but unable to open the door, she could only play dumb and say, “My man does all the cooking at home, and we don’t have much food anyway—just whip something up and done. No need for me.”
Hearing this, Miss Mohe looked gratefully at Zhang Shen’er. True friends are seen in tough times; how could she not feel grateful in this situation?
“Professor, I don’t need you doing anything for my own good. We’re just strangers—please leave, or your wife might come looking, and that wouldn’t be good.”
Miss Mohe had no good way to deal with this little devil and could only threaten him with his wife.
But she wasn’t too afraid of him either; after all, he was just a ronin, not an Imperial soldier.
She definitely wouldn’t kill him, but driving him off was no problem.
After all, with her Master as backup, she had that much confidence.
Besides, little devils were generally short; take Kawakami Kyoju—he was barely over five feet at most, while Miss Mohe, though she’d endured hardships, had good genes and was a full five foot six!
Plus, she’d done hard labor since childhood and had some strength. A five-foot shorty without a rifle was a joke in front of a Chinese person.
What she feared was only the gossip from those around her.
After all, if the little devil really got in, a woman like her couldn’t exactly wrestle with him.
It might sound fine but look bad!
Miss Mohe’s soft threat clearly didn’t make Kawakami Kyoju back down; he still said righteously, “I’m just here to see Miss Mohe and invite you to dinner—haven’t done anything wrong. What do I have to fear? Hey, hey, let go! Who the hell are you? Do you know who I am?!”
“I don’t care who you are! You dare mess with my woman? I think you’re tired of living!”
Then came a muffled ‘thud,’ followed by faint groans.
“Master’s back!” Hearing the voices outside, Miss Mohe’s eyes lit up with joy as she rushed to the main gate and unlatched it.
Opening the door, sure enough, her tall and burly Master was teaching that little devil a lesson.
“I’ll make you mess with my woman!”
Thud~
“Ouch~”
“I’ll make you claim you did nothing!”
Thud~
“Ah~~”
“What else do you want to do?!”
Thud~
“Stop hitting”
“Who are you, you ask? Even your dad doesn’t know—ask me?!”
Thud~
“Baka!?”
“Hey~~ you damn bastard, you really aren’t afraid to die—still cursing?!”
Cao Weida was so angry he laughed, rolling up his sleeves to give him a real lesson.
“Master!”
Miss Mohe ran over, grabbed his sleeve, and shook her head at him. “Master, forget it; he’s Japanese.”
“Japanese?” Cao Weida frowned and looked around; the commotion had drawn quite a crowd of onlookers.
Tsk, he’d planned to beat this bastard who dared harass Miss Mohe, then drag him to the police station for some re-education.
If he didn’t know, fine—but now that he did, it was tricky.
Kawakami Kyoju, curled up from the kicks, slightly straightened his body, spat out a bloody glob with his bruised and swollen face, and struggled to his feet.
Seeing Cao Weida stop, he thought his noble Great Japanese Empire bloodline had intimidated him; his confidence surged. Though looking wretched, his attitude was arrogantly fierce as he snarled at Cao Weida:
“You damn lowly Chinese person, how dare you hit me!”
“I’m telling you, you’re done for!”
“Right now, kneel and apologize, then offer up your woman. Maybe if I have fun, I’ll spare your life!”
Hey~
Still spewing shit from his mouth?!
Cao Weida laughed in anger. You really think I’m scared of you?
“Fuck you!”
He kicked him square in the chest, sending him flying two meters before crashing heavily to the ground.
Kawakami Kyoju was stunned; his brain was still rebooting when he hit the ground.
How dare he?
How dare he!?
Knowing full well he was of noble Great Japanese Empire blood, he still dared to strike?!
How the hell did he dare?!!
The next moment, intense pain hit; his face went instantly pale as a sheet.
He felt like every bone in his chest cavity was shattered, trembling all over from the pain.
A salty, metallic taste surged in his mouth—that was the taste of fresh blood.
Before he could recover from the agony, fists and feet rained down on him like a storm.
Each blow came with the creak of bones and his pained howls.
Seeing the little devil beaten so miserably, Miss Mohe felt a rush of satisfaction, but as Cao Weida showed no sign of stopping, she grew worried and hurried forward to pull them apart.
“Master, enough! Can’t hit anymore, or you’ll kill him!”
Beiping was ultimately the little devils’ turf now; a few dead Chinese people wouldn’t raise eyebrows, but a dead little devil would be big trouble.
Though her Master had strong connections in Beiping, no connection was strong enough to kill a little devil in broad daylight!
“Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing; he won’t die.” Cao Weida patted her hand. He wasn’t stupid enough to actually kill him.
He targeted spots that hurt like hell but weren’t vital; at worst, the little devil would cry for his mom and dad, but no life-threatening danger.
No matter how much of a scum he was, he was still Japanese; killing him publicly would be hard to explain to Ono Shiota and the others.
Offending Ono Shiota over some insignificant nobody wasn’t a deal worth making, so Cao Weida naturally wouldn’t do it.
But not killing him didn’t mean swallowing his anger; giving this damn bastard a beating was still fine.
As long as he didn’t die, Ono Shiota and them wouldn’t say anything once they knew the reason.
He walked over, squatted down, grabbed his hair, and yanked his head up forcefully, saying coldly, “Remember this: dare mess with my woman again, and this old man will cripple you! Get lost!”
