Bang!

The roar of thunder was accompanied by a dull sound.

In the dim light, two disproportionately sized fists slammed together.

Exploding bionic skin mixed with fragments of clothing flew around like catkins.

Scarlet blood slowly dripped from the impact of the fist and smashed against the cracked wooden floor of the izaka.

"It's raining so hard."

Old Nagasaki, who was standing in front of the store, pulled the handle of the shoji door, and the old and deformed slide made it very difficult for him to drag.

Just as the door of the store was about to close, a wet palm rushed in and stopped old Nagasaki's movements.

"Grandpa, don't close the door, it's me."

Old Nagasaki heard this familiar immature voice, and hurriedly opened the door, but an emaciated figure had already squeezed in through the gap.

"How can you get drenched like this, stinky boy, can't you wait for the rain to light down and come back?"

Old Nagasaki looked at the young man in Tsing Yi in front of him with distressed eyes, untied the towel tied around his neck, and carefully wiped the rain on his face for the other party.

"That's not good, the masters who taught today have assigned a lot of homework, and if I continue to hide from the rain, I won't be able to finish tonight."

The young man replied with a smile, and when he turned his head, he found two strange guests sitting in front of the dining table, and suddenly his face was embarrassed, and he subconsciously folded his hands on his abdomen, and was about to bend down.

But as soon as his waist sank, the young man seemed to remember something, and immediately raised his hand in front of him and bowed a standard Confucian student.

The old Nagasaki standing on the side frowned, forcibly suppressed the anger surging in his heart, grabbed the young man's wrist, and smiled at the two people in front of the dining table: "Let me introduce you, this is my grandson, Nagasaki Mine." ”

"My current name is Zhang Feng, and this is what the master personally gave me."

The young man corrected the old man's fallacy one by one: "You can't call the wrong one in the future." ”

Syllable!

The old man slapped the young man on the back and shouted angrily: "You are a Japanese people, not a Ming people!" Your name is Nagasaki Peak, which was chosen by your grandfather and me, not some ugly Zhang Feng! ”

The young man's fair face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, perhaps because he was slandered by his cherished Ming name, or maybe because he was reprimanded by his grandfather in front of outsiders. The boy clenched his fists, muffled his head without saying a word, and ran into the depths of the izakaya.

"Stinky boy, in my store in the future, you are not allowed to mention your name again!"

The old man was still angry, but in a blink of an eye, he saw the towel in his hand, and the expression on his face was both worried and heartbroken for a while, complicated and indescribable.

"Hey."

Old Nagasaki sighed dejectedly, and reluctantly squeezed out an ugly smile towards the two people in front of the dining table, "Let you see the smile, the children are becoming more and more rude now." ”

Poof

Boiling hot water fluttered out of the pot and fell into the flames on the stovetop.

Old Nagasaki screamed, and hurriedly rushed over, scooping up the already soft noodles from the pot.

From beginning to end, he didn't seem to see the shards of skin and the spilled spots of scarlet blood all over the floor.

"Old Nagasaki, I remember that you don't have a child, where did a grandson come from?"

Toyotomi Yuanjiang and Huang Shilie both had a playful smile on their faces, and there was no trace of cold killing intent on their bodies.

Old Nagasaki added all kinds of condiments to the noodles, and said without raising his head: "Of course I have, but I haven't seen you for so many years." ”

"We used to visit you a lot, and we haven't even seen you, can't we? What did he do? ”

"Bird."

Old Nagasaki's tone was unusually calm, as if he was talking about something that was no longer commonplace.

"During the Edo Rebellion, he was killed by the Garrison Bureau, and he died in a neighborhood not far from here. I didn't go to collect his body for fear of affecting Nagasaki Mine. ”

The atmosphere in the shop dropped to freezing for a moment, and there was no sound except for the crackling of the wind and rain outside the door.

"The heat of the noodles is a little too much, don't dislike it."

He placed two steaming bowls of ramen on the table and smiled, "Maybe it won't be long before you don't eat ramen like this again." ”

"But that's okay." The old man tugged at the corners of his mouth, "I heard that in a province in the northwest of the empire, the ramen there is also very famous, so remember to help me try it if you have a chance." ”

Snoring.

The sound of sucking was endless, and Toyotomi Yuanjiang and Araceu buried their heads in eating noodles, and in a short time they ate the noodles in the bowl in front of them, leaving not even a drop of soup.

The movements of the two were almost in equal order, and when they looked up, they found that Old Nagasaki was already nestled next to the pale blue carbon fire, sleeping deeply.

"Whether you believe it or not, the person who betrayed Tokugawa Hiroshi is not me, nor is it Akechi Haruhide!"

He placed his chopsticks across the edge of the bowl and spoke in a deep voice.

"Then let me ask you, after the Edo Rebellion, several factories of Mikawa Heavy Industries were attacked at the same time, and all the yellow sorghum hosts that carried Takamagahara were robbed."

Toyotomi Enjiang asked, "Did you do this?" ”

"It's me."

"Give me a reason."

"Jinyiwei is already staring at us, if we don't transfer this batch of hosts, it will fall into their hands sooner or later."

"This is the way to transfer?"

"If I open my mouth, will you hand it over?"

"Of course not, Takamahara is the work of Tokugawa Hiroshi, and now that he's dead, I'd rather destroy these hosts than give them to you."

"Takamagahara is the common property of our four families, and it is the foundation for the restoration of the Wa District."

"Hahaha"

Toyotomi Yuanjiang couldn't help but sneer, and said in a sarcastic tone: "Will you return to the country?" ”

"Absolutely."

"Huang Shilie, do you really think that I am just a craftsman who only knows how to strike iron, and I don't know anything else?"

"In your hands, Takamagahara, is useless."

Huang Shilie did not answer the other party's question, and said calmly: "I came here today to ask you to hand over the remaining sorghum host in your hand, and you and I don't have much time." ”

"I've already said that I'd rather ruin those hosts than give them to you."

Toyotomi Yuanjiang frowned, squinted and looked up at the wilderness, and laughed at himself: "I have always believed in Mr. Tokugawa, and I feel that under his leadership, the Wa District will definitely be able to get rid of the clamps of the Ming Empire and regain its former glory." But I didn't expect him to fall so easily, what a disappointment! ”

"I'm really not good at strategy, and I can't be patient, but I can kill."

He paused, took a deep breath slowly, his brows furrowed, his eyes were as deep as a pitch-black sea, and a finger halberd popped out to point at the desolate world.

"If I find evidence that you betrayed Mr. Tokugawa, I will kill you and Akechi Haruhide with my own hands."

"I'll wait for you."

Huang Shilie stood up, his burly figure covered the dim light, and on his face full of shadows, only a pair of eyes burned with a fierce domineering, "But you'd better hurry, there are many people who want to kill me." ”

"It's going to be fast, like you said, I don't have much time left with you."

Crash

The closed door of the shop was opened, and the cold wind that swept in made the lights shake for a while.

Toyotomi Distant sat alone at the dining table, looking at his skin-shattered right arm, mottled with blood on his twisted and collapsed fist bones.

"There is still a gap, but when I sell Sanchuan Heavy Industries and get that machine heart, it should be enough."

I don't know how long it took, Nagasaki crept out of the depths of the izakaya, only to find that the two guests had already left.

Only a wizened figure crouched on the dining table, snoring loudly.

On the old man's body, covered with a black feather weave with only one sleeve.

"My name is Zhang Feng!"

The young man's expression was firm, he clenched his fists and whispered, but he was shocked to find that the old man's body suddenly trembled, and he immediately covered his mouth in horror.

Perhaps the old man's sleeping spasmodic body touched the control switch of the projection, and the distorted image resurfaced on the wall.

"On the twenty-third day of April in the twelfth year of Jiaqi, the Yamen of the Imperial District issued a proclamation that the Honghu rebel organization, which had been entrenched in the Japanese District for decades and seriously endangered the safety of people's lives and property, had been completely dismantled."

The boy stood in the corner, and for a moment he was fascinated by what he heard.

(End of chapter)