Chapter 17: The Banquet at Hongmen—Taking Down the Enemy Major General!

Facing Jin Weiwen’s arrogant and contemptuous gaze, Li Yunlong seemed completely unaware, greeting him with a broad smile. “Welcome, General Jin Weiwen, to our humble place.”

“It is truly our honor to have a general of your stature visit such a small outpost.”

Jin Weiwen, of course, did not recognize Zhang Defa, nor did he know Li Yunlong. However, seeing Li Yunlong’s excessive flattery, Jin Weiwen immediately took him to be Zhang Defa, without the slightest doubt. This was partly due to Jin Weiwen’s own arrogance.

He cast a cold glance at Li Yunlong, speaking imperiously, “I have no patience for idle talk. Just tell me honestly—have you noticed a band of bandits passing through here?”

“Bandits?” Li Yunlong replied with a puzzled look, shaking his head. “My men set up checkpoints and patrol daily in Jin Sui Town. We’ve never seen any bandits.”

Jin Weiwen had never placed much importance on these puppet troops in Jin Sui Town, nor did he expect them to provide useful intelligence. His question was merely rhetorical.

“Forget it...” Jin Weiwen waved dismissively, disdainful. “You lot are useless for such matters.”

“Now, hurry and prepare a feast for us. You have one hour—make it a sumptuous meal!”

“We will rest briefly in Jin Sui Town.”

“Yes, General!” Li Yunlong cheerfully accepted the order. “I’ll have someone prepare it right away.”

Then, Li Yunlong shouted to Zhang Dabiao behind him, “What are you waiting for? Didn’t you hear the general say it’s time to eat?”

“Prepare plenty of meat and delicacies. Make sure the commanders are well-fed and well-drunk!”

“Yes, Captain!” Zhang Dabiao’s mouth twitched involuntarily as he hurried to comply.

Li Yunlong’s impersonation of a puppet soldier was so convincing that it was no wonder Jin Weiwen harbored no suspicion.

Li Yunlong then turned back to Jin Weiwen. “General, everything is arranged.”

“How about I take you all to the camp to rest for a bit? The meal will be served as soon as it’s ready.”

“That sounds good.” Jin Weiwen nodded with satisfaction, smiling at Li Yunlong. “You’re quite the model citizen.”

“Heh heh...” Li Yunlong smiled brightly on the surface, but seethed inwardly, cursing, “Model citizen my foot. Soon enough, I’ll send you straight to hell. Let’s see how arrogant you can be then!”

Li Yunlong personally led Jin Weiwen and his entourage into the puppet army’s camp. Throughout the entire process, Jin Weiwen remained utterly unsuspecting as he followed Li Yunlong inside.

“General, I’ll take you to the dining hall to wait,” Li Yunlong said with a smile. “The dishes will be ready soon, and I’ve even prepared fine wines from China for you to enjoy.”

“Lead the way.” Jin Weiwen nodded contentedly, clearly enjoying the flattery.

As Li Yunlong led them forward, he whispered to Shen Quan, who was trailing beside him: “Xiao Shen, take the other officers and the Imperial soldiers to the canteen to eat. I’ll personally attend to the general here.”

“Yes, sir!” Shen Quan acknowledged.

Meanwhile, Zhang Dabiao was hustling in the kitchen, directing the cooking and discreetly adding poison, all while carefully considering whether the poison would affect the taste of the food.

Zhou Weiguo had long since set up an ambush around the dining hall. Once the moment arrived, they would strike immediately.

...

Minutes later.

Inside the dining hall.

The delicious dishes and fine wines were laid out on the table, the work of the newly assigned cooking team of the First Regiment. The food was a feast for the senses, rich in color, aroma, and flavor.

“Excellent, truly excellent!” Jin Weiwen praised in fluent Chinese. “Chinese cuisine is indeed unforgettable!”

He then called to the other officers, “Come, let us eat together!”

Seizing the opportunity, Li Yunlong sat down at one spot at the table, clearly attempting to get closer to Jin Weiwen.

He knew Jin Weiwen’s character well enough to expect that the general would not allow him to sit and eat with them. His intention was simply to assure Jin Weiwen that the meal was safe.

As expected.

“Stand up!” Jin Weiwen glared at Li Yunlong, shouting, “Who do you think you are, sitting at the same table as us?”

“Serving you from the side is already giving you face.”

Li Yunlong immediately rose, apologizing profusely, though inwardly he sneered.

He had no intention of eating the poisoned food himself.

Under Li Yunlong’s “careful” service, Jin Weiwen and the other Japanese officers devoured the meal greedily.

Li Yunlong’s smile grew wider as he watched.

If he could eliminate these officers so easily, all his painstaking disguise would be worthwhile.

Soon, halfway through the meal, Jin Weiwen suddenly felt a violent churn in his stomach, unbearable discomfort spreading rapidly.

Clutching his belly, he looked at Li Yunlong and demanded, “Baka! What’s going on? Why does my stomach feel so awful?”

Li Yunlong tore off his disguise with a smile. “Jin Weiwen, I’ve come to send you straight to hell!”

With that, Li Yunlong drew the pistol at his waist.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Firing at close range, Li Yunlong didn’t even bother aiming, unleashing rapid shots.

When the gunfire ceased, the other Japanese officers in the dining hall had all been struck in the chest, lying grievously wounded.

Blood poured from their wounds, filling the room with a thick metallic scent.

Only now did Jin Weiwen snap out of his shock, staring at Li Yunlong in terror.

“You’re not Zhang Defa! Who the hell are you?” Even in his stupidity, Jin Weiwen realized something was terribly wrong.

Though he had never met Zhang Defa, Jin Weiwen had studied his profile—a cowardly, sycophantic traitor who would never commit such a violent massacre.

Li Yunlong looked at him as if he were a fool. “You only figured it out now? Guess I acted well.”

Just then, Jin Weiwen’s right hand stealthily reached for the pistol at his waist.

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