When Mei Lisu heard Chen Fan say this, a look of surprise flashed on her face, and she was about to ask, when Zhu Jiu was rushing towards this side.

"Don't look for it yet, you two, come and help me move the equipment!" Zhu Jiu gave an order to Chen Fan and Mei Lisu.

Chen Fan and Mei Lisu did not object, and did as Zhu Jiu said, Zhu Jiu watched Chen Fan and Mei Lisu leave gloomily, and he gathered the other three ninjas.

"How is it?Did you find a clue?" A hint of irritation flashed on Zhu Jiu's face, "This place, it's really uncomfortable to stay!"

The three ninjas bowed their heads at the same time and remained silent.

"Rubbish!"

Zhu Jiu snorted coldly.

"Didn't you say that the rats in the burrows in the winter can't escape your pursuit, and you can't find anything in such a big burrow?"

A masked samurai stepped forward and said, "Mr. Takejiu, please give us some time, the people at the sentry outside don't have any respect for our big RB samurai, they have it in their hands, and we only have swords!"

"You have lost your qualifications to be samurai, you have lost the spirit of bushido!"

Zhu Jiu took off his glasses fiercely, pulled out the sword of a masked ninja, and swung it into the air a few times, returning the sword to the sheath with a bang!

"See? I haven't touched a sword for five years for this mission, but I'm still the most powerful samurai in RB, do you see those two guys outside? Do you think Mr. Fujiwara really believes in them that much? They are tools, you have to make good use of them, and you can act tonight!"

"Hey!"

Three masked warriors answered at the same time.

......

Fujiwarano was walking on the beach of the pier south of Sioux City, followed by two samurai in kimonos.

Zhang Quan, a rough worker carrying four bags of cement, had a face full of powder, only a pair of eyes were shiny and shiny, his mouth was big, and he wanted to breathe as much air as possible, but in his eyes, there was only a container dozens of meters in front of him.

Rough worker Zhang Quan didn't notice the three Fujiwara no people walking towards him, his spine was bent by the heavy cement, but he stubbornly bit a mouthful of yellow teeth, and his wife gave him a fat boy with a handle, which is the source of power for him to resist four bags of cement in one breath, for his wife and son, this hard work is nothing at all.

The recent business at the wharf is very good, and the contractor is actually a woman, but she never deducts arrears of wages, and she also has a free meal at noon, and a large piece of fat is served one by one, never stingy.

Thinking that there is meat to eat at noon, and there are wives and children at home, Zhang Quan's shoulders are even stronger, and he feels that next time he can try to carry five bags of cement at a time, his head cannot be wasted, and he can carry one bag.

Fantasizing about home and meat, Zhang Quan grinned, and the next second, he was pushed to the ground by a huge force, the cement on his shoulder pressed on his arm, and there was a hot pain in his arm, he knew that it was a bruise, and it was not in the way, but the numbing pain in his waist made him sink to the bottom.

The waist was sprained.

Zhang Quan cursed in his heart, looked up, and found that it was not a companion who was grabbing food with him, but a guy with an indifferent expression.

Zhang Quan glanced at the kimono this guy was wearing, and a monstrous anger suddenly surged up, he had heard his grandfather tell the story of the devil entering the village since he was a child, and today, he was bullied by the evil devil again.

"Yaga, blind your dog's eyes!"

The RB samurai lifted his foot again, trying to kick the dirty guy on the ground, but he saw the concrete guy and spat on it.

"Don't get dirty Lao Tzu's shoes, loaches in the dirt!!"

Fujiwara Ye clasped his hands in his arms and continued to walk forward, a worker who blocked his way deserved to be beaten, Fujiwaramatsu had been in the city for a night, and now he had not returned to deliver the news, which made him very uneasy.

The two samurai followed behind Fujiwarano proudly, one on the left and one on the right, a bit like a city man walking a husky with his hands.

Zhang Quan wiped the saliva off his face and looked at the backs of the three departed, one of his hands was on his waist, and the other hand was pulled into his thigh, and a rusty boning knife was held in his hand.

Zhang Quan suddenly smiled, the three generations of his ancestors were all pig killing, and in his generation, he couldn't even make a living by killing pigs, and the more he lived, the more he went back, he didn't expect to pick up the ancestors' unique skills today, and it turned out to be murder.

Devils can't be considered human, are they? No, devils are not as good as pigs!

Zhang Quan thought so.

The guy who is not as good as killing pigs and dogs, he doesn't have to stand up, he should be able to do it, right?

Zhang Quan gritted his teeth and decided.

He suddenly felt that the skills he had learned when he was a child were not in vain.

The boning knife in his hand flew out with a swish, and it pierced through the lute bone of the guy who had just spit on him.

"This is probably the hob that the ancestors boasted of cutting out the heart!"

Zhang Quan smirked, he still inherited the ancestral skill of killing pigs, but he thought that he would bring it into the coffin like this, the fat boy in the family, don't learn this craft.

Seeing another RB samurai pull out a sword and rush towards him, Zhang Quan thought that in this life, the only regret is that he couldn't hug his wife and son cleanly.

"It's worth it. ”

Zhang Quan closed his eyes and waited for death to come.

Burst!

Zhang Quan, who closed his eyes, felt that his face was sprayed with a pool of blood, and a smell of blood spread.

He suddenly opened his eyes, only to find that it was not him who had died, but the samurai holding a sword in front of him.

A long cut was made in his chest, revealing the white bones inside, and the intestines inside were faintly visible.

"No wonder I'm unemployed, this is the professional method of killing pigs. ”

Zhang Quan muttered in his heart, he turned his face, but found that the person who killed the pig was the female contractor who took care of his meat every day and paid him wages.

It's just that the female contractor is not holding a pig-killing knife, but a delicate one.

"Head ......"

Zhang Quan opened his mouth to shout, and he realized that his voice had become hoarse.

"Go back to see your wife and children, find the seventh child to get you some money, and buy a basket of eggs for your wife!"

Rose glanced back coldly at Zhang Quan.

The cement on Zhang Quan's face was suddenly melted by tears.

"When my waist is healed, I'll move the cement!"

Zhang Quan was helped away by two strong men, leaving only Rose to play with the one in his hand, looking indifferently at the samurai in front of him bleeding to death.

Fujiwarano didn't move a step from beginning to end, he knew that the woman in front of him was a figure he couldn't provoke, and he calmly pulled a cigar out of his pocket, trying to calm himself down as soon as possible.

However, he struck two matches, but failed to light the cigar.

"Who are you?"

Fujiwarano dropped the cigar in his hand and pressed his hand to his thigh, at this time, the only thing he could believe was what he was on.

However, when he touched it, he found that the workers who were carrying cement at the dock had invariably stopped what they were doing and slowly approached the place where he was.

Fujiwarano's forehead finally broke out with sweat.

Rose wiped the remaining blood with a tissue, and only then did she stop and smile when she wiped the knife like a mirror to show her beautiful face.

"Who am I? I guess I'm a resentful woman waiting for the safe return of the negative man. ”