Zhu Wencong followed Malik to his seaside villa. Although he hadn't been in Japan for long, his lifestyle was extremely luxurious.
Malik introduced his Chinese-style villa, designed by craftsmen from the East, built by Japanese workers, and constructed with materials transported by American warships.
The entire villa was surrounded by towering walls, clearly indicating some level of risk, with armed guards stationed at the entrance.
"Has anyone ever attacked your house?" Zhu Wencong was curious.
"Of course! You have no idea how crazy those samurais can be, their fervent beliefs are enough to make them sacrifice their lives.
But after shooting a few groups of them, no one dares to charge here anymore. I kind of miss it!" Malik laughed.
Zhu Wencong felt that Malik was underestimating those fanatics. It's not just about killing you, an American Admiral, they would even dare to assassinate their own Prime Minister.
