Warlords: Rising from the Northwest Border and Sweeping Across the Powers

Chapter 1036 Meeting the Mastermind

In the next few days, Fujita Ying began to slowly adapt to the role of this "hero".

When students asked him for his opinion, he would nod in a deep manner; when they discussed the current situation, he would say a few ambiguous words at the right time. These performances made him feel extremely tired, but he had no choice.

For safety reasons, his living quarters were moved to the basement. This is a converted underground space. Although it is small, it is fully equipped. There is a bed, a desk, a sofa, and even a small fitness area.

"Mr. Fujita, this is today's newspaper." Nako walked in quietly and placed a newspaper on the table.

"Thank you." Fujita Ying answered mechanically.

On the ground, the house was carefully disguised as an ordinary student union base. Young people came in and out, looking like they were preparing for some student activities.

But Fujita Ying's heart was getting more and more anxious. He knew that he was just transferred from one cage to another. Although the people here were respectful to him, he was still a chess piece being manipulated.

"Do you need anything else?" Nako asked with concern.

"No thanks." Fujita Ying forced a smile.

Looking at Nako's departing back, he suddenly felt deeply powerless.

These sincere young people, as well as the mysterious Yamamoto Satoshi, are weaving an invisible web that is entangling him tighter and tighter.

He wanted to resist, but didn't know where to start; he wanted to escape, but there was nowhere to go.

The light in the basement was dim and warm, but Fujita Ying only felt blinded. He lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about his fate for the umpteenth time.

But the result of each thought was the same - he had been pushed onto this road of no return and could only continue to act. He did not write the script for this play, but he had to play his role well.

Because this is his destiny.

"Yamamoto-kun."

When Yamamoto Satoshi appeared in the basement again, Fujita Ying finally made up his mind to speak. His voice was a little nervous, but his tone was unusually firm.

"I can continue to play this role, but I can't be like a puppet and know nothing." He looked directly into Yamamoto's eyes, "I want to meet the real driving force behind all this."

Yamamoto was stunned for a moment, then he smiled meaningfully. He snapped his fingers and said, "Mr. Fujita is really smart. This request..." He paused, "is very reasonable."

"Tonight, I will take you to meet the mastermind behind all this." Yamamoto pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting the dim light, "I hope I won't disappoint you."

His tone suddenly became serious: "However, Mr. Fujita, I must remind you - don't have any unrealistic ideas. Play your role well, this is the only way out."

As he spoke, he took out an exquisite insulated box from his bag.

“Kobe wagyu.” Yamamoto walked towards the kitchen. “If I remember correctly, this is your favorite.”

Fujita Ying was stunned. He really loved Kobe beef, but how did the other party know such a small detail?

In the dimly lit kitchen, Yamamoto Satoshi skillfully processed the valuable Wagyu beef. His movements were graceful and precise, like an artistic performance.

"I remember you used to go to that restaurant in Kobe," Yamamoto said casually while mixing the sauce. "The owner always reserved the best seat for you."

The oil dripping on the hot pan made a sizzling sound, and the aroma of Wagyu beef filled the small space.

Fujita Ying's hands trembled slightly. Why were these details, these past events that only the closest people knew, told by a stranger like the back of his hand?

“Don’t be nervous, Mr. Fujita.” Yamamoto’s voice was still gentle. “Tonight, you will know why we chose you.”

The beef was sizzling in the pot, and the aroma was everywhere, but Fujita Ying felt a chill down his spine.

He suddenly realized that he might have to face a truth that was more terrifying than he had imagined.

As night fell, the basement door was gently pushed open.

When Fujita Toru walked upstairs wearing a heavy coat and a scarf, the students who were discussing in the living room were stunned.

"Mr. Fujita, what's going on..." Nako looked at their outfits worriedly.

Yamamoto Satoshi stepped forward and said in a heavy voice, "Mr. Fujita learned that many people who supported him were massacred and their families were destroyed. He was very uneasy and decided to risk his life to attend a secret meeting of the marchers' organization."

"no!"

“It’s too dangerous!”

“There are unsophisticated people out there…”

The students were immediately excited.

“I will personally accompany Mr. Fujita.” Yamamoto’s voice rose above the noise. “But…” He paused. “We may not be able to come back.”

The living room suddenly became quiet.

"If we really can't come back," Yamamoto looked around at everyone, "you have to take good care of yourselves. Go to class as usual, and live your life as usual. Everything will be the same as before."

"Mr. Fujita..." Nako's voice was already tearful.

The other students' eyes were also red. In these few short days, Fujita Ying's "hero" image had been deeply imprinted in their hearts.

"Mr. Fujita, you must come back safely!"

“We always support you!”

“You are our spiritual support!”

Looking at the sincere eyes of these young people, Fujita Ying's heart ached suddenly. He knew that he didn't deserve such respect at all, but at this moment, he had to continue acting.

"I..." His voice was a little choked, "I will definitely be careful."

Nako suddenly rushed forward and stuffed a hand-knitted scarf into Fujita Ying's hand: "This is what I knitted... Please come back safely..."

Other students also came forward, some bowed, some shook hands, and some even wanted to kneel down. Tears glistened in everyone's eyes.

"Let's go." Yamamoto Satoshi said softly.

Fujita Ying took one last look at these young faces, then turned and walked into the night.

After leaving the house, the two walked quickly along the dark alley. The moonlight was blocked by the high wall, and they could only vaguely see the road ahead.

After turning a few corners, they came to a secluded intersection where a small truck with a "Relief Agency" logo was already waiting.

"Get in the car." Yamamoto opened the car door with ease. "Vehicles from the relief agency are running all over the city now. No one will check us."

Fujita Ying climbed onto the train in silence. The train was filled with cartons of food and daily necessities, which was obviously a carefully prepared disguise.

The engine roared and the truck slowly drove into the night.

"Those students just now..." Yamamoto Satoshi suddenly spoke, with a hint of amusement in his voice, "Did you see? They are so easy to fool."

He shrugged. “All it takes is a few impassioned words and a picture of a bright future, and they will willingly give everything and become pawns at your mercy.”

"Asshole!" Fujita Ying clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms. The sincere eyes of those young people were still floating in front of him, but Yamamoto Satoshi talked about their efforts so contemptuously.

“Don’t get so excited, Mr. Fujita.” Yamamoto’s voice remained calm. “Aren’t you also playing the role of a hero in their minds? We are all acting, just in different roles.”

Fujita Ying wanted to refute, but found himself speechless. Yes, wasn't he deceiving those young people?

The truck traveled through the night, and patrol cars whizzed past the window from time to time. But as Yamamoto Satoshi said, no one would check a relief department vehicle.

Fujita Ying leaned back in his seat, looking at the street scene passing by quickly outside the window. He didn't know what he was going to face, but he knew that after tonight, everything would be different.