"Li Jun, I advise you not to do this, otherwise it won't be good for everyone to tear your face!"

Although Tian Pingba's tone was hard, he secretly tightened his body, his eyes glanced around, and he quickly thought about how to escape.

"Tear your face with whom? Wasteworld Group? ”

Li Jun smiled contemptuously, "Today, a Honghu bandit was captured in the White Emperor Mixed Hall where the Jinyi Guard of Inuyama City was located, and 10 million stolen money was seized, and he has a half-cent relationship with the Wasteland Group?" ”

Zheng!

At this moment, a crisp and pleasant knife groan suddenly sounded, and the embroidered spring knife fell on his shoulder, pressing Tian Pingba, who had just jumped up, to kneel on the ground again.

Fan Wuyi didn't know when he appeared behind Tian Pingba, holding a knife in one hand and a bath towel around his waist in the other, his face full of ferocious anger that disturbed his interest.

"Li Jun, you have thought clearly, killing me is to be the enemy of the Wasteland Group, which is harmful and unprofitable, and you will regret it sooner or later!"

"With the widows, I only talk about black and white, not about interests."

Li Jun said that, no longer paid attention to Tian Pingba, looked at Fan Wuyi and asked lightly: "Fan Zongqi, what is your attitude towards the Honghu rebels?" ”

"Of course, there is no mercy for killing!"

Fan Wuyi grinned and showed a mouthful of white teeth, and did not hesitate to raise his arm and wave the knife!

Poof!

A fountain of blood gushed up, and Tian Pingpa's head rolled to the ground with a pop.

Condensed on the face of the frightened dead man, a pair of eyes were round.

Li Jun looked sideways at the ghost king beside him, "Boss, I think it's a good day today!" ”

The latter is like drinking spirits, his hair is open, and his eyebrows are full of smiles.

"Double happiness, double happiness!"

His clapping palms disturbed the water, and the heat rose and fluttered down the window into the dark night sky.

After being caught by the night wind, it is brought into the accumulated clouds and decomposes into nutrients for a rainstorm.

Thundered.

Thunder surged and rain poured down.

The swift rain enveloped the entire Edo Castle, mercilessly shattering all advertising projections that dared to float in the air, and finally slammed down on the grim and solemn faces.

These sturdy men don't care about the hustle and bustle around them, holding the trigger or the handle of a knife in their hands, and their sharp eyes are constantly scanning the surroundings,

Everyone remained silent, shoulder to shoulder, forming a wall of oppressive people, arching a skyscraper behind them.

Beneath the clouds, several armed airships circled around the building at the risk of crashing. The four big words of 'Rende Capital' painted on the hull of the boat flickered in the thunder.

At the highest point of the whole building, a bright yellow permanent slogan is spelled out with large spray paint characters in horizontal and vertical directions, "Imperial benevolence, protect my people." ”

By the time the rumbling wind and rain reached the building, it had become inaudible.

More than ten sedan stairs are repeated repeatedly, constantly sending groups of solemn-looking Japanese men into this huge space like a square.

After a long time, when the sedan ladder finally stopped working, a red lacquered torii standing in front of the steps was already full of black pressed human heads.

The men were all dressed in black feathers, but they were distinct from each other. The different family coat of arms on their chests show that they belong to four different organizations.

In the center of the square, facing the red-lacquered torii, the people standing here look cold and proud, and the emblem on their chests resembles a blooming three-leaf sunflower.

They are the owners of this building, the members of Rende Capital.

To their right, standing is Mikawa Heavy Industries, who wears the 'Eagle Feather Pattern' emblem on his chest.

The crowd standing on the far left was noticeably much stronger, and there were few signs of artificial prosthetics on them. They belong to the Wasteland Group, and their emblem is three golden dragon scales.

The Ming Empire respects the left, and the crowd standing on the far right is obviously weaker than the other three.

The emblem on the chest of these people is a 'bellflower pattern' shaped like a hollow pentagram.

"The assembly begins!"

A majestic old voice came from the speakers hidden in the four corners of the square.

The clothes were churning and making a roaring sound like a tidal wave, and everyone in front of the torii gate knelt on the ground in unison.

At this moment, the three figures that were still standing were highlighted.

Two men and one woman, each wearing a haori or kimono, looking at the wrinkles between their eyebrows and eyes, should have passed the age of knowing their fate.

The three of them left their respective camps and walked slowly up the steps, their steps calm and solemn.

At the end of the stairs is a shrine in the style of the Japanese people.

After Emperor Longwu conquered the Japanese people, the construction of this kind of building has been expressly prohibited, and the existing ones must be destroyed.

But at this time, on the top floor of the building of Rende Capital, one such building was quietly preserved. And judging by the appearance and decay of the shrine, it was not newly built, but moved from another place.

At the same time, before the shrine, there is also a plaque of trespassing, on which four blood-red characters are written: Mountains and rivers are revived.

In the shrine, there are already people waiting.

The silver-haired old man kneels on a tatami mat, and the walls behind him are covered in colorful ukiyo-e.

In the painting, there is a Japanese area in flames, the mountains and rivers are crumbling, the sea is pouring in, and four Japanese armies carrying different flags are fighting bloodily with the Ming troops wearing Mingguang armor in a desperate situation.

Above the battlefield, there are boundless black clouds stacked on top of each other, covering all the skylight.

A terrifying giant dragon head poked out of the clouds, looking down on the entire battlefield with a contemptuous expression.

As the three of them entered the shrine, a faint dragon groan suddenly came from the walls, and every pair of eyes in the painting looked like living creatures, staring directly at their figures.

His eyes were hot and hot, revealing pure hatred and a thirst for revenge.

If anyone approached the wall at this moment, they would be shocked to find that the eyes of these soldiers were vivid, not because of the mastery of the painter's brushstrokes, but because they were real objects!

It's a pair of real human eyes!

"Do you feel it? These ancestors who died on the battlefield have a stronger and stronger will for revenge. ”

This voice reverberated not only in the shrine, but throughout the entire floor, ringing in everyone's ears!

A large projection on three sides emerges in front of the torii gate at the foot of the steps, projecting scenes from inside the shrine and the figure of a silver-haired old man.

"See you!"

In the midst of the turbulent waves, an old man named Tokugawa Hiroshi, the master of Rende Capital and the patriarch of the Tokugawa family, slowly stood up.

As he got up, the pins on the top floor of the entire Rende Building could be heard.

Countless pairs of eyes belonging to the undead or the living were quietly watching him at this moment.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today we are holding a New Year's meeting in advance because on the first day of the first lunar month in a few days, an earth-shaking event will happen in our homeland!"

"On that day, the New Donglin Party will promulgate a new policy to expand the indoctrination of the criminal districts, and they will try to use official positions, treasure money, and sequences to divide our brotherhood, divide our flesh and blood ties, and make us completely slaves of the empire. So."

Tokugawa Hiroshi's words suddenly stopped, and he saw him slowly raise his arms, spread them out in front of his chest, and clenched his fingers into fists.

A pair of eyes that danced with a frenzied light stared ahead, as if looking through the thick curtain wall of the mansion into the thunderous night sky.

"Our war with the Ming people is about to start!"

(End of chapter)