After the lethal injection, I dressed as the lowest Chinese worker in Nanyang Pier.
The night my father was forced to death by a Japanese company, I was bound to the [National Enemy and Family Hatred System].
When the Yamada group came to collect the protection fee, I saw the scarlet numbers rolling above their heads:
"Blood debt value: 387 - his grandfather, bombing in Chongqing killed 14 civilians."
That night, thirty-seven members of the Yamada Group sank into the Strait of Malacca.
System prompt: [Blood debt settlement progress: 0.01%]
A month later, I was sitting in the casino office on the top floor of Westport, opening the increasingly thick book of blood debts:
Oriental Chamber of Commerce, Mitsui & Co., Right-wing families, descendants of Class A war criminals...
On the last page of the roster, large gilded characters slowly appeared:
"The ultimate debtor: Tokyo·300,000 wronged souls."
When the private plane landed at Haneda Airport, I dialed the number that was already trembling:
"The first installment of interest, Nanyang's debt, has been paid off."
"Now let me inform you——"
"For the second installment of principal, I will come to Tokyo in person and pay with my own blood with interest."
