"Everyone is crazy, but you are the craziest one!" The old man of the tavern chased him out of the store and yelled at Ronin's retreating back. As a native of the town, he didn't want to save the town, but he
You know, it’s impossible for just one ronin!
The ronin swayed his shoulders and retracted his arms into his loose clothes. In a particularly flamboyant posture, he slowly walked outside the stronghold where Kiyobei was and looked at the group of people with unkind expressions who were observing him through the windows.
The gangster said: "I want to see Qing Bingwei."
"Who are you?" A rather unfriendly voice came from inside.
Ronin didn't answer. He walked closer and whispered to everyone in the room: "Do you want to hire me? I can be a thug, but... the price is not cheap."
The ronin casually tore off a dry piece of thatch and held it in his mouth. His expression was indescribably arrogant, "Watch it, let's see what I can do."
Seibei pushed aside a group of his men and walked out, with more than fifty gangsters following him. Everyone looked at Ronin's back and whispered. Ronin turned around and smiled, and continued to walk towards the inn where Chou Yin was.
On the roadside, Hansuke, the old man in the tavern and even the owner of the coffin shop next door were all staring at Ronin. When passing by the tavern window, Ronin glanced at Sorayama Kazuha, and saw Sorayama Kazuha smiling and toasting to him...
The ronin stopped in front of a huge upright signboard that read "Kanto Chou Yin" and looked at the gangsters inside with disdain. The gangsters immediately rushed out, led by the three people who had just insulted him.
"Why is it you again? What are you doing here?"
"You guys look very cute." Ronin said with a smile, holding a grass stem in his mouth, and anyone could hear the disdain in his tone.
"Nani?!" The gangster was the most outraged. He held the handle of the knife and stared at Ronin fiercely. He had a strong desire to kill him in the next second if he didn't give an explanation.
"The pretentious look is the cutest." The ronin was not afraid at all. He still put his arms in his clothes and walked around in front of these gangsters.
"I am not a religious man! Looking at the tattoo, I have been in jail." One of the gangsters opened his arm. Judging from the lines covering half of his chest and the entire upper arm, it was a standard half-armor.
This is not a treatment that just any gangster can enjoy. Not to mention the strict hierarchical ancient Japan, even in modern Japan, for those gangs, there are strict regulations on tattoo area and pattern depending on their status.
The half-armor on the gangster in front of him can prove his identity as a senior gangster.
"I am a fugitive who needs to be hanged. If I am caught, I will be hanged." Another gangster said not to be outdone.
"Me too." The one who looked tallest and strongest among the three gangsters pulled open the cloth strip on his forehead, and a big word "sin" was branded on it. "Sooner or later, I will be beheaded in public, and I will do anything bad."
I've done it before." The gangster said proudly.
"So if I kill you, I will die without any regrets..." Ronin chuckled, his murderous intention becoming more and more determined in his heart.
"Come here if you can!" The gangster took half a step back and shouted sternly, holding the handle of the knife in his hand.
"Aren't you afraid of pain?" Ronin's hands had already been stretched out from the clothes in his arms, twisting the grass stem in his mouth, staring down at the gangsters.
"If you're afraid, then don't be a hooligan!" "Haha... Idiots are hopeless!"
"Baga!" The strongest gangster couldn't bear it any longer. He stretched out his hand and pulled out his big knife, and chopped it down on Ronin's head. The other two gangsters drew their swords at the same time, and the three of them carried out a semi-encirclement from three directions, and drew their swords from different angles.
.
This set of tactics can be said to be invincible. The three of them cooperate so well that even opponents whose martial arts are one level better than theirs can only retreat and dodge, and then look for opportunities to attack after opening up their stance.
But the ronin’s martial arts are something that has been hidden in Kazuyo Sorayama’s eyes for a long time!
I saw him not hiding or evading, shouting in his mouth, like a hungry tiger attacking a sheep, stepping towards the tallest gangster, leaning forward and rushing into the opponent's attack circle. He flicked the knife with his left hand, and drew the knife with his right hand, from left to right.
Passed from the waist of the tall gangster.
With a stabbing sound, the half-foot-long blade sank into his belly, and half of his body was almost cut in half! The tall gangster let out the weirdest cry from his throat, and the sword he held high fell straight to the ground, and he fell on his back.
However, before the tall gangster's back touched the ground, the ronin had already turned halfway with the force of the swing of the knife, and used the same posture and the same position to pass over the abdomen of another gangster. This gangster's movements were far less swift than the tall gangster, and he had just just
As soon as he pulled out the blade, he felt a chill in his lower abdomen. All his strength left him in an instant. He covered his abdomen and fell to his knees.
The tattooed gangster only lasted one more stab than the previous two. There was a sound like a cork flying out of a bottle, and blood splattered on the spot. The tattooed arm that he was showing off just now flew into the air. The gangster covered his head as if
The broken arms were rolling all over the ground like a fountain, screaming and howling wildly.
The ronin struck out four times, killing two and maiming one. Without a second glance, he turned around, sheathed the sword, and walked away without hesitation. He left behind a group of stunned gangsters who dared not move rashly with their swords.
It's not that he couldn't kill the tattooed gangster, but because the conditions didn't allow him, he was aiming for the gangster's arm from the very beginning when he drew the knife. Because he needed a disabled gangster to scare the gang behind him who already had knives in their hands.
A dozen hooligans!
If these three people were killed simply and neatly, those behind them would definitely rush forward in fear. Although Ronin was not afraid, because on the other side of the street there were more than fifty men led by Kiyobei waiting there.
He ran away, and he expected that these people would not dare to chase him. However, once he did so, his worth would immediately be lowered, which was not good for his plan.
The ronin was walking on the street of the town with two dead and one injured. When passing by the tavern, he showed a victorious smile to the empty mountain in the window. Then he turned his head and ordered to the silent coffin shop owner: "Two coffins."
There may be three coffins." After saying that, he spit out the grass stalks, walked straight to Kiyobei, and walked into the store surrounded by people.
Kazuyo Sorayama looked at Ronin's back and smiled silently. He murmured as if he remembered something: "Ah, I forgot, I haven't asked him his name yet..."
"Your Mightiness"
"Give me a price. How much will you pay to hire me? How much will you pay until the killing is over?" On the second floor, Ronin groped his chin and asked Kiyobei with a proud look.
"Three, three liang of gold." Kiyohei quickly glanced at Ronin and quoted a price.
"Chou Yin should be able to produce more." Ronin snorted with disdain, grabbed the knife and stood up.
"Then... four liang! Five liang!" Kiyobei was shocked and hurriedly followed Ronin to keep raising the price. How could he let Ronin leave!
Now that we have lost a powerful killer like Kazuyo Sorayama, we must not let the ronin leave again. Especially in this critical period of the battle between the two parties, with the addition of this ronin with strong martial arts skills, maybe tomorrow we can completely kill the traitor Chou Yin.
But unlike giving Souyama Ichiyo fifty ryo directly, no matter in terms of temperament or martial arts, how could this ronin be compared with the aloof Sorayama Ichiyo-sama!
From Seibei's sophisticated perspective, the ronin in front of him was slovenly and lazy. His philistine appearance was exactly that of the standard down-and-out ronin in the city, and his money was much tighter than those of the samurai who had long since left the domain.
Not to mention gold, they may not even have much copper. In the past, five taels of gold for this kind of person was almost astronomical, but in fact, they could be hired for a hundred cents. Even if the rogue was very skilled, he would never be worth so much gold.
However, in this critical period, in order to prevent him from defecting to Chou Yin, we can only spend a lot of money to win him over.
"Six liang, six liang..." "It's too different." "I'll give you ten liang!" Qinghei chased Ronin downstairs and gritted his teeth: "Twenty liang! Twenty liang is the most! Thirty liang
, Thirty taels!" Kiyobei's voice was almost crying. Under the eyes of his subordinates in amazement, he grabbed Ronin's arm and shouted with all his strength: "Fifty taels!"
Ronin stopped the half-opened door, turned around and nodded: "Okay! Pay half of the deposit first, and you can eat and drink."
Kiyobei sat paralyzed on the ground, breathing heavily. At this time, he was already gnashing his teeth in hatred for Ronin.
"Wait, first stabilize this greedy bastard Ronin, and then kill Chou Yin. Do you think you can leave my town with the gold? This is my Qing Bingwei's territory! Everything is mine, mine
!" The ferocity in Kiyobei's heart had already reached the sky, but the deep murderous intention was buried deep in his heart. He respectfully invited Ronin to sit upstairs and ordered his men to prepare a banquet.
This time, he will decide the outcome with Chou Yin in one fell swoop!