The two armies faced each other, and the destruction of the enemy was considered a victory, but it was not the most perfect victory at the highest level. The most perfect victory is to turn the enemy into his own man and make him serve himself in the enemy camp.

Rebellion has always been the highest strategic means that strategists and strategists aspire to.

Lin Haoran could destroy Yamamoto without any trace, but he now felt that no matter how good he could fight and how well he prevented, it would be safer to get news of the enemy earlier.

Knowing the enemy's plans at the time of their decision is definitely more useful than any defense.

Tianyi, Genesis has inexplicably become his enemy, and I am afraid that from now on, I will have to fight against these two evil forces. There is always a time when defense is invincible, if this Yamamoto Moji can be used for himself, can he control the enemy?

However, the people of the island country claim to be the most loyal and patriotic, can they really rebel?

However, this guy is afraid of death, as long as he is afraid of death, Lin Haoran has a way.

"Mr. Lin, do you want me to be your undercover agent? That's impossible, you better kill me, it's impossible for an island warrior to betray his boss to organize the country. Yamamoto raised his voice and said, it was actually righteous and awe-inspiring, sonorous and powerful.

"Oh, really? I heard that the samurai spirit of your island country, the most powerful thing is to disembowelment at every turn, do you really know how to disembowel? You were caught by me, is this a shame for your samurai spirit?" Lin Haoran said with a smile.

Yamamoto didn't squeak, it was a shame for him, but he didn't want to die, or he was afraid of death. What kind of bullshit bushido spirit is the brainwashing tool used by those fanatical militants, so he will not be so stupid to commit suicide for this radical and meaningless so-called spirit.

It's very dark in the room, Lin Haoran doesn't know what Yamamoto's face is now, but his face is full of ridicule, Yamamoto can see it clearly, his heart is very uncomfortable, but he is the meat on someone else's anvil, what can he do if he is unhappy?

Lin Haoran asked the genius for a dagger, and with a wave of his hand, he grabbed it, and the dagger was inserted into the ground in front of Yamamoto. Yamamoto was startled, the house was very dark, if this guy flew the knife a little off, wouldn't he kill himself.

"This dagger is quite sharp, and it shouldn't be difficult to use for disembowelment. Since you are so loyal to your boss to organize the country, I promise you. Don't worry, I will bury you well after I die, and I will never let you die here without a place to bury. Lin Haoran said coldly.

Yamamoto's whole body stiffened, he didn't expect that his hypocritical words would actually lead this guy to commit suicide directly, fucking this is a negotiation, although I said that I was loyal to the boss organization and the country, but I didn't say that I couldn't cooperate. Alas, don't mainlanders have a very high IQ, so why are they so resolute? It's like doing a deal, I ask for a price when I open the sky, and you have to pay back the money on the ground.

He stared at the dagger that was shining with cold light in the dark, his expression was very embarrassed, he definitely didn't want to die, but if he talked about cooperation with Lin Haoran now, it would definitely be of any value.

Can you pull out a knife and rush over to kill him, it's less than two meters away, and it's so dark, pull out the dagger and sneak a knife to him, all the revenge is avenged, and there is no shame.

Thinking of this, Yamamoto's blood boiled, and he secretly stretched out his hand to hold the dagger in the dark.

Although it was dark in the room, how could Yamamoto's every move escape Lin Haoran's eyes, oh, no, it was perception.

That's right, it's his superhuman perception, the jade qi wrapped in the stone, and the aura of the ancient coins in a box of rotten copper coins he can perceive, how can Yamamoto, a big living person, be able to surpass him?

Yamamoto had pulled the dagger out of the ground and held it tightly in his hand, tap, tap, tap. Yamamoto kept warning himself to lightly and not to rush and slowly approach Lin Haoran.

"Alas, Yamamoto, I wanted to spare your life, but why did you die? You committed suicide by caesarean section, and I really respect you as a man. Have you ever thought that what will happen if you can't kill me?" Lin Haoran suddenly spoke.

He didn't look back, as if he didn't know Yamamoto was approaching him. However, his words made Yamamoto's frightened cold sweat instantly soak his clothes.

This Chinese mainlander is so terrible, he didn't even turn his head, how did he do it, could he have eyes on the back of his head.

Yamamoto was so frightened that he stood on the spot, not knowing what to do, whether to advance or retreat, and he was very embarrassed and uncomfortable.

"What's wrong? Are you weak-hearted? Don't feel sure? How do you know you can't do it without trying? Maybe you can do it? If you kill me, you will have all your revenge, and you will have no shame, and if you get rid of the people who are going to be eliminated by the headquarters, you will still be rewarded and promoted, what a beautiful thing. Lin Haoran was still talking to himself.

Boom, Yamamoto threw away the dagger, and the man also sat down.

He can't stand it, this guy is a monster, you don't need to look to know what you're doing, you don't need to ask to know what you're thinking. Fighting with such a person is really lifelong.

"Mr. Lin, from now on I will be your person, you can only tell me what you want me to do. Yamamoto said very sincerely.

"Oh, you've decided?" Lin Haoran pretended to be very surprised.

"It's decided, I'll do whatever you ask me to do in the future, as long as you promise that I won't die. Yamamoto said.

"Really? You scold the emperor for being a fucking turtle bastard. Lin Haoran didn't mean to joke at all.

Yamamoto didn't squeak again, he was originally fighting the mountain, and first pretended to promise Lin Haoran to get out. He didn't expect that Lin Haoran was much more difficult to deal with than he imagined, he was not only powerful in kung fu, but also very scheming.

It's a pity that Lin Haoran saw through his mind and asked him to scold his emperor. Although he was not loyal to the emperor like those fanatical warmongers, he was still patriotic and respected his own emperor.

Yamamoto didn't squeak, Lin Haoran didn't squeak either, and began to roast sweet potatoes again. He couldn't understand the strange country of the island country, the emperor obviously has no real power, but only a symbolic emperor, and the real power is all with the prime minister. Why do these idiots dare to scold the prime minister but not the emperor?

"Yamamoto, you island people like our Chinese culture, and all dynasties have spared no effort to study our Chinese culture. I don't want you to scold your emperor for being a bastard, and no one will believe you in any other words, no matter how beautiful you are. Alas, it will take a while for these ones to ripen, and I hope you will sit with me and eat them. Lin Haoran said.

He made it clear that if he hadn't scolded their emperor before the sweet potatoes were roasted, he was doomed.