In the attic, after Fan Yize saw Li Daolin leave the small courtyard, the little boy Xiao Yang walked in front of Fan Yize, looking at Mahmoud who had fainted in the attic, his little hand clenched the pencil tightly, and his eyes burst out with hatred like substance.

"One cannot live in hatred forever." Fan Yize said softly.

"Please sir teach me." When Xiao Yang heard this, he turned around and bowed slightly to Fan Yize and said.

"The best way to deal with hatred is to vent it, and it seems that in the mountains, you are not venting enough." Fan Yize said.

"Please sir teach me how to do it." Xiao Yang kept bowing and pleaded.

"Isn't it a skill to read and write?" Fan Yize asked rhetorically.

"Please sir teach me how to kill." Xiao Yang still didn't get up, and pleaded again.

"Hatred blinds you, but it also affects reason and judgment and gives you a choice." Fan Yize took out a dagger as he said and handed it to Xiao Yang.

This dagger, Xiao Yang has seen, is as thin as a cicada's wings, and it seems that Fan Yize does not feel any weight when it is held in his hand.

Choice, the moment he saw the dagger, a deep hatred appeared in Xiao Yang's eyes, and his eyes skimmed at Mahmoud who fainted on the ground, the culprit who killed his whole family, he couldn't help but take the dagger in Fan Yize's hand, but when his fingers touched the dagger, he gritted his teeth and retracted.

Seeing this, Fan Yize's eyes flashed with a hint of appreciation, this little boy once again exceeded his expectations, at a young age, he was able to do this, and he had surpassed countless mediocre people.

Fan Yize flicked his wrist, the dagger disappeared in his hand, and said: "A true warrior, dare to face the bleak life, dare to face the dripping blood." Today you can use your reason to control the hatred in your heart, and I will give you a chance to grasp it. ”

When Xiao Yang heard this, his little face suddenly showed a look of ecstasy.

"Butler." With a summons, the butler came to the attic, and Fan Yize instructed him: "From now on, you teach him the necessary cultural foundation for a qualified warrior." ”

The base did not refuse, nor did he refute, just nodded and brought Xiao Yang, who was excited, downstairs.

Accepting an outsider is something that Fan Yize has never thought of, if it weren't for the fact that this little boy has too many shining points, Fan Yize would not have accepted such a student.

Originally, Fan Yize planned two paths for him, one was to take the cultural route and train him to become Fan Yize's agent in this world, and the other was to train him to become a tenacious and unyielding warrior.

Xiao Yang made his own choice, literacy and hyphenation did not have any interest and attraction to him, and Fan Yize could only arrange another path for him.

The first way, with Fan Yize here, Xiao Yang will become one of the most powerful people in the world, and choosing the second path will be full of thorns, dancing with death all the time, and maybe he will die before he grows.

An emperor is rich and old in his life, and the other has a bleak future, Xiao Yang made his own choice and had no choice to turn back.

Everyone has the right to choose, and once they have made a choice, they have to bear the consequences of their choice.

……

Sometimes time flies like a white horse, and there are times when the days are like years.

For most people in Chinatown, the days are really like years.

The manic Dutch East Indians are getting more and more impatient, those doglegs of Mahmud are dancing happily, and a large number of young Dutch East Indian men are gathering more and more outside Chinatown.

Standing on the roof of the small courtyard where Fan Yize was, standing on the top of the house, he could clearly see the Dutch East Indians gathered at the intersection, if it wasn't for the large amount of wood, they would have rushed into Chinatown.

In the hands of these Dutch East Indians, almost everyone had a machete in their hands, and their faces were fiercely gathered, and there were special people who brought food to these people.

These Dutch East Indians waited, waited for the order to attack.

Fan Yize knew Autrell's thoughts and scruples, and there was only one chance to storm Chinatown, and the time given to the Dutch East Indies was only half a day at most.

After half a day, the Dutch garrison must move to prevent the incident from escalating, and at the same time kill all the thugs, and in the first half of the day, it is better to let these thugs kill all the Chinese.

Looking at the restless Dutch East Indians outside, Fan Yize was like looking at the dead, no matter which side, these Dutch East Indians were destined to be dead after the riot began.

Three days passed, tens of thousands of Dutch East Indians were assembled, and in Chinatown, a large number of Chinese were also armed, and all the old, young, women and children were gathered together to protect them.

It was also on this day that Fan Yize came to the roof and brought a sniper rifle.

In the small courtyard, the two bodyguards changed into camouflage uniforms and were also fully armed to guard the door of the small courtyard.

Today, the Dutch garrison began to sortie, a whole infantry division, into Jakarta.

Outside Chinatown, more than 10,000 Dutch East Indians gathered, and the horn of attack sounded at any moment.

Fan Yize quietly used the microwave radar and scope of the sniper rifle to observe the surrounding situation.

A few blocks away, in a small nondescript building, Autrell watched through his telescope in the distance, as Dutch troops entering the city lurked in the streets, waiting for orders to attack.

Although there was a small episode in the middle, the plan was not affected too much, so Autrell did not give up on his plan.

Today is the time to receive the fruits of victory, in order to ensure that the scene can be suppressed as soon as possible, Autrell directly mobilized an infantry division to ensure that the area of the riot is controlled in Chinatown.

The riot was suppressed at the first time, and regretted what had happened to the Chinese, and Autrell was ready to report to the kingdom.

In this report, the kingdom not only did not punish him in any way, but also praised him for his performance for the timely and rapid suppression of the riot.

Everything is quite perfect, and if it weren't for Fan Yize's existence, Autrell might even be awarded.

"General Simon, let your troops surround you quietly." Autrell said to a Dutch major general beside him.

"Old classmate, I hope nothing goes wrong with your plan." Major General Simon nodded, and the adjutant passed the order on, but this major general was obviously a little uneasy about Auterrell, if it weren't for his classmates for many years, he wouldn't have agreed to cooperate with O'Terrell at all.

"Rest assured, everything is planned, and you are ready for the Kingdom's appreciation." Autrell is full of confidence, one division of Dutch infantry, enough to control the whole of Jakarta.