PNB Chapter 1219 The Japanese Devils' Vicious Scheme
Chapter 1219 The Japanese Devils' Vicious Scheme
No one expected that Piggy's plan would be so successful, not even Da Bao. He didn't expect that spending less than five million would have such a significant effect.
In the mysterious base of the Anlehui, Prince Fushimi still wore the Hannya mask and a kimono. He sat upright on the tatami mat, with layers of Japanese soldiers in kimonos kneeling below him.
To the left of Fushimi-no-miya sat a man and a woman, both dressed in hunting robes, though the man wore white and the woman wore red. They wore eboshi hats, and the woman's face was painted snow-white, her eyebrows shaved off, leaving only two black dots. Her lips were a bright red, making her look quite terrifying.
They are Shinto priests in Japan, also known as Onmyoji. These people hold extremely high status in Japan and have always been vassals of the imperial family.
To the right of Fushimi-no-miya is Fujiwara Shizuka. Her attire is similar to that of an Onmyoji, except that she wears a kimono, her face is painted white, and her lips are painted a bright red dot.
At this moment, they are listening to a report from Vice President Zhang Dongqi, whose Japanese name is Miyamoto Taro.
"Your Highness, Your Excellencies, our three churches have now been forcibly burned down, all clergy have been expelled, and all property in the churches, including accounts, has been confiscated."
We have suffered a total loss of 13.8 billion yen. All our top executives are here now, awaiting your orders.
Prince Fushimi roared.
"Baka yarou, has the investigation been completed? Why has our Anle Association become like this in just a few days?"
Miyamoto Taro quickly answered while lying on the ground.
"As soon as the Hong Kong government issued the order, I had all my informants investigate the matter. The investigation revealed that someone had paid many Hong Kong residents to come to our church and register as our believers."
Because there were too many people and the resulting noise was too great, the Hong Kong government reported it to the British Parliament. This time, even the members of Parliament who had spoken up for us turned against us and unanimously decided to ban our Anlehui (a Taiwanese music and dance association).
Prince Fushimi's eyes, hidden behind his mask, were wide open.
"What?! How could this be?"
Miyamoto Taro hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"Back then, Chairman Fujiwara secretly visited Hong Kong and signed a secret agreement with the then Governor of Hong Kong. The agreement stipulated that the proportion of believers could not exceed one-third of the population of Hong Kong, otherwise it would be regarded as a cult and banned."
Prince Fushimi thought about it and realized that there really was such a thing, but it had been so many years that no one could remember it.
Fujiwara Shizuka turned to face Prince Fushimi, leaned down, and spoke in a sweet voice.
"Your Highness, this matter is very strange. I have investigated and found that those common people only suddenly wanted to join our Anle Society after the Lion King Conference. Normally, we Anle Society requires a recommendation to join."
But in just three days, our followers recommended over 100,000 people to join. Isn't that too strange?
Our Anle Society hasn't publicized itself extensively, nor has it performed any miracles. Why would they suddenly want to join?
"Alright, Shizuka, your suspicions are very valid. You can continue your investigation. Now, how should we deal with the Hong Kong government? We can't just be expelled like this, otherwise, where will I put my face?"
Fujiwara Shizuka smiled charmingly, but she had too much powder on her face, and it started to fall off in a flurry when she smiled.
"Of course we won't suffer this in silence. Since the Hong Kong British government has created such a huge public opinion to expel us, we should not be outdone and fight back."
"Hmm, tell me, how should we retaliate?"
Fujiwara Shizuka giggled.
"With Abe and my mentor working together, plus my assistance, the time has come for the Hong Kong British government to have a headache. This is just the first batch of gifts. The second batch will be delivered in an hour. I will continue to send these gifts until they cancel the order."
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Located on Albert Road in the Mid-Levels of Central, there is a cluster of two-story buildings known as Government House. Its location is extremely advantageous, offering panoramic views of Victoria Harbour and overlooking the Central district.
The government headquarters is located next to St. John's Church and Victoria Barracks, with a botanical and zoological park behind it; the environment is very nice.
The guards standing in front of Government House are all British soldiers. Next to them is a military barracks, and if anything happens, hundreds of British troops will come to deal with it at any time.
People were not allowed to linger in front of Government House, so British soldiers were very vigilant, armed and menacing, driving away passersby.
Suddenly, a dozen or so men and women dressed in white robes walked over. They were completely covered in white robes and wore white hats to cover their faces.
British soldiers, carrying rifles, chatted and laughed as they watched the approaching group. It wasn't because they were negligent; it was simply that for decades, no one had dared to cause trouble in front of Government House.
These dozen or so men and women walked with a stiff gait, not looking like living people. When they reached the entrance of Government House, they all lifted the large hats they were wearing.
The British soldiers stopped laughing and walked over to drive these people away, preventing them from lingering in front of Government House.
Suddenly, the dozen or so men and women all pulled out bottles from their sleeves, unscrewed the caps, and poured the liquid inside onto themselves.
The British soldier who was approaching sniffed, smelling a strong odor of gasoline. He was about to ask a question when...
A woman eagerly pulled out a lighter and set herself on fire. The flames instantly turned her into a torch, and she laughed and shouted wildly in the fire.
"We will go to heaven and will not bring shame to the angels."
The British soldier was startled and turned to run, for he saw the torch tipping towards him. If it set his clothes on fire, he would be burned to death! That was absolutely unacceptable.
The remaining dozen or so men and women pulled out matches and lighters from their pockets, chanting slogans like "Angels are welcoming me to heaven," and without hesitation set themselves on fire.
The area in front of Government House was quite lively. More than a dozen human torches suddenly appeared. Hearing the screams of people, many soldiers rushed out of the barracks, but when they saw the scene before them, they were too frightened to go forward.
These dozen or so torches burned for a full ten minutes, filling the air with the aroma of meat and the smell of burning. Chief Secretary for Administration Robert rushed up from the Government Offices, and when he saw the scene before him, his face instantly turned ashen.
Under the direction of Robert's secretary, the remains of the dozen or so people who had self-immolated were removed. Robert listened to the soldiers' report, stomped his foot angrily, and went into the governor's mansion...