Chapter 70: Card Lou Card Lou, What Was It Again?
At night, the tantalizing gasps in the courtyard gradually subsided. Watching the exhausted Du Shiniang fall asleep, Cao Weida quietly got out of bed.
After changing into night-walking clothes, he didn’t go through the main door but dashed straight up the wall and slipped out.
He had already scouted the little devil’s residence thoroughly, so with a target in mind, he naturally didn’t need to waste effort.
The next day, not long after Cao Weida got up, there was a violent knocking at the door.
“Open up!”
“Coming, coming.” The door bolt had just been removed when it was violently pushed open from outside.
Immediately after, several little devil soldiers rushed in holding Type 38 rifles.
“Ah!”
Clang~
Du Shiniang, who was holding a water basin to serve Cao Weida while he washed up, was clearly startled and dropped the basin on the ground, splashing water high up.
Cao Weida quickly pulled her behind him, comforted her a few words, then turned his head and asked with displeasure:
“What do you Taijuns mean by this?”
A leading Sergeant little devil walked forward a few steps expressionlessly, “Potatoes dig where, potatoes suburbs dig, one dig one sack!”
Cao Weida looked blankly at the translator next to the little devil Sergeant, spouting a bunch of bird language, what the hell was that crap?
The translator groveled obsequiously before the little devil but was arrogant and overbearing toward his compatriots.
Sure enough, his tail was sticking up,
“Hey, you there, you’re Cao Weida, right? Taijun asks if you ate with Yoshida Taijun last night?”
Yoshida, the little devil who beat Wen San’er and the others yesterday, whom he personally sent down to meet their emperor—he naturally recognized him,
“Yes, I did eat with Yoshida Taijun, but I invited Yoshida Taijun to dinner—could that possibly break some law?”
Cao Weida’s tone was strongly displeased, and his expression showed no fear at all, immediately annoying the translator who had wanted to throw his weight around,
His shifty little eyes darted around, landing on Du Shiniang hiding behind Cao Weida, with lust exploding in his gaze.
Especially staring at the qipao slit, he nearly drooled.
Du Shiniang was clearly quite frightened and shrank further behind Cao Weida.
Cao Weida was thoroughly disgusted, patted Du Shiniang’s shoulder to let her go inside first, then frowned and angrily said:
“What are you looking at? Keep looking and I’ll gouge your eyeballs out!”
“Yo, kid, you’ve got some courage. All these Taijuns are here, and you dare threaten me?” The translator sneered twice, “The Three Cowards of the Rat’s Gallbladder from the police station also have tough moments—looks like that woman knows how to serve a man well.”
He jerked his chin toward the inner room,
“If you’re smart, let that woman keep me company tonight for some fun, or else, believe it or not, with just a few words from me, Taijun will have your head!”
Am I being threatened?
Cao Weida was stunned for a moment, then laughed angrily upon realizing it.
Damn it, this guy really ate bear heart and leopard gall—this old man has killed so many little devils, and you, a stinking translator, dare strut in front of me?!
Then he unceremoniously slapped him across the face.
Slap~~
The translator was a skinny man with an abstract-looking face, all dried up and scrawny, with two shifty, murky eyes, dry white lips—he clearly looked frail and like he smoked opium a lot.
If described in terms of a character’s image, the underground contact station’s Captain Jia could be compared to him.
Though the slap wasn’t full force, the translator’s bean sprout frame couldn’t withstand such violent treatment; he spun in place, still dazed after the slap, completely dumbfounded.
When the pain hit his face, he immediately let out an “Ow!” in agony.
“Baka!” As the saying goes, even hitting a dog depends on the owner. With the translator hit, the little devil Sergeant flew into a rage.
The surrounding little devils’ faces changed, their Type 38 rifles instantly aimed at Cao Weida, ready to riddle him with holes at a word.
“Taijun, this is my identification.” Cao Weida showed no fear, pulling a document from his pocket and handing it over.
With the identity from Ono Shiota, he couldn’t say he walked sideways in Beiping, but there weren’t many he couldn’t afford to offend.
And these little devil soldiers clearly weren’t among those he couldn’t offend.
Upon seeing the identification, the little devil Sergeant’s attitude changed instantly; he respectfully took it and examined it.
While the little devil Sergeant looked at the identification, Cao Weida pointed at the translator and said coldly:
“Kid, you damn well wait for me—if I don’t take you down, my name isn’t Cao Weida!”
“Damn it, daring to eye my woman—you must really be tired of living!”
He was truly speechless—this wasn’t some novel from ten years ago, so how was there still such a brain-dead villain showing up for him to show off and slap around?
Could it be from smoking opium and frying his brain?
You know, that was actually quite possible.
Actually, sometimes reality is more absurd than novels; many people can’t figure out their place, get a little power and become rampant, thinking heaven is boss and they’re second, then do all sorts of stupid things.
Those serving as translators for a mere Sergeant basically have no background, even shunned by translator groups.
After all, in these times, there aren’t many Chinese who are fluent in Japanese, but plenty of little devil officers—if someone was even halfway competent or had connections, who would stoop to translating for a little devil Sergeant?
Probably just someone who didn’t know how to act, too valuable to kill, so got dumped on by little devil officers.
Seeing Cao Weida’s fearless demeanor, and watching the Sergeant check the identification then bow and hand it back with both hands, even the translator realized with his foggy brain that he had kicked an iron plate?
No way, this is too unfair?!
Wasn’t Cao Weida one of the Three Cowards of the Rat’s Gallbladder? How’d he suddenly toughen up?!
How come no one told him?!
Actually, this was really his own fault; the translator’s character was so unflattering that no one bothered with him.
He loved smoking a couple puffs daily, had no money, so was always scrounging everywhere, but following a mere Sergeant, how much could he skim?
So he’d borrow from others, and once he started, he never paid back.
Thus, others ignored him even more, treating him like a plague god.
Over time, no one dealt with him, so his info lagged far behind others’; he still thought Cao Weida was one of the Three Cowards of the Rat’s Gallbladder, figuring he could bully him easily, then kicked an iron plate—no, a steel plate.
The translator wanted to cry right now; he had just wanted to throw his weight around for some benefits and bully the cowardly Cao Weida a bit.
In his view, Cao Weida was timid, so a little scare and he’d be putty in his hands?!
When he saw Du Shiniang, he admitted he was jealous,
Thud~~
The translator knelt smoothly, slapping himself hard while wailing for mercy: “Cao Ye, grandpa, it’s this rotten man who was blind. You’re magnanimous—let me go like a fart.”
“.” Cao Weida’s mouth twitched; good grief, pretty sharp-eyed now—how was he so cocky just now?
Sneering, he walked over, kicked him to the ground, stepped on his chest, and said coldly:
“You think I’ll let you go just because you beg? You eyed my woman, and one plea lets you off—you think I’m Kropotkin or something?”
Kropotkin what again?
What does that mean?
Stumped in a knowledge blind spot, the translator was dazed, not knowing how to beg anymore—what good is begging if he couldn’t understand the words?
Slap~~
Shaking his hand, Cao Weida looked at him disgustedly; that bastard’s gaze at Du Shiniang had really grossed him out.
Thinking this bastard was a menace, killing him would be doing the world a favor.
Murderous intent flickered in his eyes; the translator sensed it first and trembled in fear, a stream of liquid flowing from his trousers.
“Holy shit! Daring to piss your pants in this old man’s courtyard?!” Cao Weida grew even angrier, reaching into his bosom; when he pulled out, he had a Browning.
“Cao Sang, please wait!” Just as the translator was about to faint from fear, the Sergeant finally couldn’t hold back and spoke.
He had to speak—across all Beiping, translators assigned to a Sergeant were rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.
Though he had many gripes about his translator and looked down on him, he didn’t speak Chinese, so many things were inconvenient without him; he really couldn’t do without a translator often.
He didn’t care if the translator lived or died; what mattered was there’d be no replacement translator for him!
“Cao Sang, please give me face. He, I go back, definitely punish greatly. We, talk, need, he, translate.”
“Fine, I’ll give you face.” Cao Weida kicked the translator disgustedly and viciously said: “When you leave, clean the floor spotless for this old man!”
“If it’s not clean, I’ll make you lick it clean with your tongue!”
Having saved his skin, the translator didn’t dare object, nodding like a pecking machine, tearfully responding: “Cao Ye, rest assured, I’ll clean it spotless later. Today I was blind; you’re magnanimous”
“Enough, no more crap.” Cao Weida spat disdainfully, too lazy to hear his nonsense, and directly asked:
“What are you lot doing barging into my home early in the morning? I warn you, add any embellishments and I’ll kill you! Speak!”
The roar startled the translator into a shudder, “Y-yes, Cao Ye, I’ll speak, I’ll speak.”
“After Yoshida Taijun went home last night, he vanished, even his woman at home is gone. Higher-ups ordered a thorough check of everyone who’s contacted Yoshida Taijun recently. We found you met Yoshida Taijun yesterday and ate together, so the officer ordered us to bring you back for questioning.”
