Chapter 136 Borrowing your chopsticks to pay you back
In Kazuyo Sorayama's consciousness, it had been a long time since he heard gunshots. The last time was probably on the island. Those times with Mitsuko seemed to always be accompanied by gunshots. I miss him so much! Mitsuko, you are now
How are you doing? I always thought I had slowly forgotten it, but it seems I can never forget it.
However, this man with a gun is really disappointing.
Kazuyo Sorayama stood up with a knife in hand, took a bamboo chopstick, and quietly walked out of the store when everyone's attention was attracted.
At this moment, facing the murderous Sora Kazuha approaching step by step, Unosuke's heart was filled with terror that was almost crushing him. If it weren't for the inexplicable sense of security brought to him by the pistol in his hand, he might have turned around immediately and run away.
How fast.
When he saw the letter from his brother Chou Yin, he was still very disdainful, thinking that it was just an exaggeration, or that the quality of the thugs recruited now was too poor, and they were basically farmers who picked up swords. It was not impossible for him to draw a gun and shoot near the tavern today.
The meaning of shock.
It wasn't until he actually faced the swordsman that he realized that his brother's words were not false at all! He regretted how he had provoked such a terrifying monster in vain.
But it was impossible for Unosuke to throw away his pistol and kneel down to beg for mercy.
Unosuke retreated as Kazuyo Sorayama approached, with half fear and half struggle on his face, his muscles twisted together, and he screamed with all his strength: "Stop! Otherwise I'll shoot you!"
Kazuyo Sorayama never stopped since he took the step, and he had no intention of stopping. It was just a pistol, which was not enough to stop him.
"Ahhhh!" Unosuke had reached the limit of his endurance. If he didn't shoot, he felt that he would abandon the gun and run away in the next second.
"Bang!" A clear gunshot sounded. Unlike Unosuke's expectation of being shot and falling to the ground, Kazuyo Sorayama just tilted his body and dodged the bullet. Then his footsteps swayed from side to side twice, and his body was snatched away like an afterimage.
Before the second bullet and Unosuke's third bullet came out of the chamber, Kazuha Sorayama shook his hands slightly, and the chopsticks in his hand made a "squeaking" sound, appearing directly in Unosuke's left eye as if ignoring space.
"Pfft", his eyeballs exploded instantly, Unosuke screamed and covered his eyes with both hands, letting the revolver fall to the ground, curling up and rolling around on the dusty ground.
Kazuyo Sorayama bent down to pick up the gun and weighed it casually in his hand. He was very uninterested. He glanced at Unosuke who had rolled far away, and had no interest in catching up and finishing the attack. He was already paralyzed with fear around him.
Hansuke of the ground ordered: "Drag him away, noisy." Hansuke used all four legs, almost crawling to behind Unosuke, grabbed the opponent's back collar and dragged him as far away as he could.
Kazuyo Sorayama stretched his body, and immediately, his murderous aura disappeared without a trace. He returned to the tavern with a knife in one hand and a gun in the other. The three people inside were staring blankly at Kazuyo Sorayama, and no one knew what to say. Especially.
Ronin was most shocked. He never thought he could fight against a pistol like this! If it were him, he might be able to dodge the first bullet based on the opponent's subtle movements, but he would never be able to dodge the second! This is the great swordsman.
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"I'll lend you a chopstick, I'll give this back to you." Kazuyo Sorayama threw the revolver at the old man in the tavern. Unosuke had just fired five shots in total, and there was only the last bullet left in the gun, and he was not going to use it.
The gun kills people, so I simply gave it to the old man. Even if he can use it to scare people in the future, that's fine.
The old man in the tavern hurriedly caught it, holding it in his hands and not knowing what to do. How could he be qualified to hold such a thing? The Ronin snatched it away and looked it over and over in his hand, "This is the legendary pistol.
Ah, it doesn't look like a big deal, why did you fire the gun? I remember Unosuke pressed this, right?"
The old man's heart skipped a beat after hearing this. He couldn't bear it anymore and snatched it from the Ronin's hand. He climbed to the window carefully and looked around. Seeing that the street was deserted, he took out a piece of clean coarse cloth and wrapped it again and again.
, turned around and walked into the inner room, not knowing where he had hidden him.
"Okay, Unosuke can't cause trouble for the time being. What are you going to do, Lord Sanjuro Kuwada?"
The ronin immediately put away his playful expression and thought seriously for a while, then slowly said: "Just wait and see what happens, Maozhisuke is nothing to worry about, their peace talks will not last long. I estimate that within three days this town will be a river of blood."
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At night, the town was bustling with noise. Many "unemployed" gangsters gathered in the town and cursed. Some worked for Chou Yin and some worked for Qing Bingwei. Different from the usual tense situations with each other, they were all scolding their employers at this time.
"So you are the same, damn, this is an insult..." "As soon as we make peace, tell us to get out and kill his mother!" "Unosuke deserves to be blinded in one eye." "Huh, Seibei is the same, he must not do it.
What a death!"
The two gangs of hooligans were so angry that they each took down the signs of the shops where Chou Yin and Qing Bingwei were located, but that was all. Although both sides sent away half of their manpower, each still maintained at least a dozen elites, a mess of people.
Never dare to risk your life.
What's more, they now have enough gold to squander for a long time. There are many brothels and casinos in the city waiting for them to visit. Who wants to risk their lives here just for a moment of anger?
The business of the old man's tavern was also much more prosperous than before. Even though it was late at night, there were still two gangsters lingering in the shop drinking, and the table was already full of empty bottles.
"They are nothing. We, our sacrifice last night was much, much bigger." A gangster who was already drunk couldn't hold himself back and took a big sip from the bottle.
"Shut up!" the gangster on the other side shouted sternly. The drunk gangster still muttered: "It's not worth it, it's not worth it! Just expose Chou Yin and let us all die together..." "Shut up!" Another gangster picked up a bottle and swung it at him
He said to his head, "You've drunk too much, let's go." He took out the copper plate from his arms and threw it on the table, picked up his companion and left.
When the two of them staggered out of the store, Ronin Sanjuro also stood up and smiled: "Last night...adventure...look, the opportunity has come. I didn't expect it to be so fast. I'll go out for a while." Kazuyo Sorayama nodded: "Go.
Bar."
The two gangsters were pushing and shoving as they walked out of the town. Ronin followed them all the way. When they reached a remote and deserted street corner, they slowly appeared and pressed forward. "Chou Yin's methods are too dirty." Ronin walked up to the gangster.
said laughingly.
"What do you want to say?" The sober gangster looked at Ronin warily. He knew that the man in front of him was a master and did not dare to act rashly. "It only costs one or two to kill an official." The drunk gangster stretched out his fingers and gestured: "Where?
Yes! I only got two silver dollars, two dollars."
"That's too stingy, but thank you for telling me. You are valuable, I will sell you to Qing Bingwei, or blackmail Chou Yin..." Before Ronin could finish speaking, the sober gangster pushed his partner hard without hesitation.
Toward the ronin, he himself ran wildly into the distance.
The ronin was well prepared. He thrust forward with the sword sheathed in his left hand, hitting the soft stomach of the drunken gangster. He immediately covered his abdomen with his hands and fell to his knees, vomiting all over the floor.
At this time, the escaping gangster had not even taken five steps. The two ronin dodged and chased behind him. Holding the sword high in the left hand, he raised his right hand to draw the sword and slashed it. The gangster felt a chill on his back, and he immediately stopped motionless.
He closed his eyes and collapsed to the ground. Ronin Sanjuro stepped forward and kicked him, and shouted: "Get up, get up!"
The gangster opened his eyes, touched his back with his hands, and found that there was no pain. Then he stood up tremblingly, and the robe he was wearing slowly slipped off his body, revealing the gangster's smooth back covered with tattoos.
It turns out that Ronin's sword only cut off the gangster's coat from top to bottom without damaging the skin at all. What kind of skill is this! In terms of precise force, it is almost the same as an empty mountain.