If you don't want others to know, don't do anything except yourself.
There is no airtight wall in this world.
When there is wind, there is wind noise, and when there is wind noise, people will inevitably notice it.
"One thousand people, a total of one thousand people." Liu Qingfeng held a piece of paper and said, "These one thousand people are scattered in major inns, restaurants, and brothels in the city. It seems that this group of Japanese thieves are here.
If I lose my blood, I must kill you, Brother Yan."
Yan Zhuo smiled contemptuously and said: "They spent a lot of money, but it's a pity that they didn't use their brains. Just a thousand people sneaked into Lianjiang City to assassinate me in the martial arts field? I'm afraid they don't know how many Jiangzuo troops there are in the martial arts field."
Wang Zhanjin clenched his fists and said: "Now we just wait for them to take action tonight and give them a head-on blow. If they want to sneak attack us, let's just lay a big trap for them and let them hit us."
There’s no coming back!”
Sato Santou rode a horse, dressed in fine clothes, and swaggered into Lianjiang City. He looked at the merchants on the left and right, who were overwhelmed, and the crowds of people in his pupils could not be seen at a glance. Such a scene was not prosperous compared to Fuso's Kyoto.
How many times.
He began to imagine that he was the master of Lianjiang City. He stood on a high tower with seven or eight young girls in his arms. In front of him was endless meat and endless wine, and at his feet were a crowd of Jiang Zuo.
People knelt down on the ground and bowed to him, shouting: "Lord Sato Santsu!"
"I must kill General Jiangzuo tonight. For such a great achievement, General Zhongbu will definitely record his great contribution to me!"
With these thoughts in mind, Sato Santong led his horse to Huifang Inn, which was the place he and his men agreed upon. He would meet here, rest for a few hours, and then take advantage of the darkness to surprise Jiang Zuojun's martial arts training ground and kill Jiang Zuojun off guard.
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"You're here." A ninja guard came up and whispered into Sato Santong's ear.
Sato Santong nodded and glanced around the inn. He saw that all the guests in the restaurant were eating with their heads down and not paying attention to themselves. He felt at ease and walked towards the guest room on the second floor: "How is it? There is nothing abnormal.
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The Ninja guard responded: "No, these Jiangzuo people are just like fools. They can't even tell that we are Fusang people."
"Very good." Sato nodded with satisfaction, "Let's move on time tonight."
"Yes." The ninja guard said, opening the door and welcoming Sato in.
The moment Sato Santou entered the door, the people eating in the lobby began to murmur in low voices.
"That man just now was really strange. Where did this wild monkey come from? He was wearing a gorgeous suit with six buttons sewn on."
"I don't know if he doesn't know this, but he offended the tailor and made me laugh to death."
"Not to mention this, the hem of his robe is still raw."
"Brother, what's the point of this?"
"Have you ever seen anyone in this city with raw edges on his hem? This hem has raw edges, which is the style of mourning clothes. Looking at his gorgeous clothes, he either offended someone, or he is not from Jiangzuo at all."
As they said this, there was laughter on their faces. With this laughter, they brought the topic to their respective topics of conversation: so-and-so married a new wife, so-and-so was cheated on by his wife, and so-and-so was cheating on others outside.
The tigress at home got a panda eye and so on. She was even more excited and laughing when she talked about it.
Drink, chat and have fun.
These three things seem very different, but in fact they are closely connected.
In this troubled world, everyone knows the words "be cautious in your words and deeds". If you hadn't drank a few glasses of wine and opened up your chatterbox, you wouldn't be able to say things that you normally can't say, things that are inconvenient to say, things that you don't dare to say, it would be embarrassing.
How can you say what you are ashamed to say? If you hadn't said this, how could people laugh, be honest with each other, and tell more happy things, ugly things, and secret things.
Drinking wine and gossiping is one of the great pleasures in the world. The person who talks satisfies his desire to talk, and the person who listens satisfies his desire to pry.
Between talking and listening, time flew by very fast. In just a blink of an eye, it was dark, the people chatting dispersed, and the people who were due to appear at night were also ready to have a big fight at night!
Night, cold moon.
The moonlight shone all over the ground, reflecting the bright black tiles all over the street. The wind was blowing, swaying the dense branches and leaves of the banyan tree, rustling like waves.
A burst of footsteps passed by in a hurry, and the startled husband couldn't help but look back, but as far as his eyes could see, there was nothing except the moonlight and night all over the ground.
The watchman looked back in confusion, but as soon as he turned around, he saw a pillar of blood, his own blood!
Sato stood on the treetop and looked coldly at what just happened. He was dressed in black, with two streamers behind his head moving in the wind, very elegant: "How many people are here?"
"There are already 600 people, and they are all hiding in the alleys. The other 400 people are a little further away and will probably arrive in half a stick of incense time."
Sato nodded, turned to look at the martial arts field again, his eyes shot a light that was colder than the moonlight: "When everyone is here, we will take action."
As he said this, he recalled the first time he carried out a mission. At that time, he had teachers, senior brothers, and Uzumaki as companions. There were also people who protected him and blocked the knife. Even if the mission failed in the end, he still had senior brothers to protect him.
Top the pot.
But now, he was alone, and he could only bear the responsibility for the outcome of this battle. For a moment, he felt some regret in his heart, regretting that he had killed the teacher, but this moment of regret was immediately overtaken by his ambition.
Submerged. He told himself that those who achieve great things in ancient and modern times must not stick to small details. If he wants to win, he must make sacrifices. If he wants to become a master, he must lose something.
The wind is cold and the clothes are cold.
The flying streamers stirred up a hint of loneliness.
"Everyone is here!" a ninja guard said.
Sato nodded and said only two words - action.
After that, he stepped forward and broke into the martial arts arena first. Behind him, groups of men in black jumped into the martial arts arena like a group of fleas. They held the handle of the knife in one hand and moved quickly with their feet.
Running towards the camp area, one after another, one after another.
Seeing the camp approaching, Sato shouted: "Draw your sword!"
A thousand Japanese swords were unsheathed in an instant, and the cold moonlight reflected the cold sword light. There were sparkling waves between the ups and downs of the figure, just like a deep pool that was calm but concealed murderous intent.
