"Listen up, my grandpa's name is Noji. He is the captain of the Shenyin Squadron."
"You have offended our Squadron Leader Suzuki. Tonight is the day you die!"
"Kneel down! Call grandpa!"
Qin Tian's eyes turned cold and he sneered: "I hate it when people point this thing at me."
"Now, you have one more chance to put your gun away."
"Otherwise, there will be consequences at your own risk!"
"Baga!" Yeji was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that Qin Tian was trapped in a tight siege and had a musket on his head. Not only was he not afraid, he actually dared to speak arrogant words.
On impulse, he would pull the trigger.
"Noyoshi-kun!"
The deputy captain next to him whispered: "Suzuki-kun and Miyamoto-kun are already waiting."
"I think Suzuki-kun would rather see him defeated with his own eyes."
After hearing this, Noji snorted heavily and put away the gun unwillingly.
"Walk!"
"Go and die in front of Suzuki-kun!"
Several people held Qin Tian hostage and walked toward the mountain col.
The place Suzuki chose was very secluded. The further inside, the more frightened Chen Xiaoyi became.
"Brother Tian, the situation is not good."
"We were fooled," he whispered.
I originally thought it was an honest challenge. Everyone would win or lose based on their skills. But now it seems that Suzuki just set a trap.
This remote place is deserted. When the time comes, they will swarm him, or fire a random salvo of guns, and kill Qin Tian here.
Who can I talk to to reason with you?
Moreover, their identities are members of the Japanese officialdom, and they can easily find any crime to pin on Qin Tian.
Chen Xiaoyi had a premonition that in order to destroy the body and eliminate traces, the other party might not leave him as a witness.
Now, he almost regretted it. He regretted that he should not have taken a trip into this muddy water just for the sake of curiosity.
Deep mountains. Deep valleys.
The bright moon rises in the east.
On top of a large rock, two black figures stood. One of them was Suzuki.
Seeing Qin Tian's arrival, his facial features were distorted and his eyes were filled with anger.
He was born in the Duan Dao style, and later entered Shenyin, where he rose to the rank of squadron leader. It can be said that no one dared to give him a thumbs up.
Unexpectedly, Qin Tianxiao, a special envoy of Long Yin, with a foreign identity, actually gave him a blow as soon as he met him!
Without this breath, Suzuki felt that there was no need for him to live!
Standing next to him was a man in black samurai uniform. His face was expressionless and his whole body was like stone.
But his eyes were like falcons in the dark night, staring closely at Qin Tian.
Qin Tian noticed that his hand was holding the handle of the knife, and it looked like it was growing on the handle of the knife.
Man and knife unite.
A natural swordsman.
The last person who gave Qin Tian this feeling was Zhui Feng.
It seems that this person is Suzuki's senior brother and the head of the Duan Dao style.
"Qin Tian, I didn't expect you to actually dare to come!"
"Now I ask you, do you know your guilt?" Suzuki roared loudly.
In the clear breeze and bright moon, Qin Tian stood with his hands behind his hands. He didn't even look at Suzuki, because his defeated general was not worth his waste of emotion.
He looked at Miyamoto and said calmly: "It is indeed a good time to kill someone."
His calmness and calmness moved Miyamoto. He stared at Qin Tian and said indifferently: "It is also a good place to bury the body."
Qin Tian raised his eyebrows: "I'm not in much mood to play with you."