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Seeing that there were still more than a dozen patrolling personnel outside, the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

We can't make too much noise here, because if we do, it could cause unnecessary trouble.

He cautiously approached a patrol team and observed that they were composed of thugs and did not appear to be a legitimate patrol.

Looking at the patrol team of six, and then at another patrol team of twelve, plus four ronin.

He was also calculating, calculating the time it took for these patrol teams to pass by and the intervals between patrols.

About fifteen minutes later, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, lay down on a tree, and held a dagger in each hand, one behind the other.

When the patrolmen came up to him again, his body fell like a leaf, landing directly behind the last patrolman.

The dagger was slashed directly at the neck of the last patrolman, and then, with lightning speed, it was used to slash the necks of the others in front of him one by one.

Four seconds, a full four seconds, and before the bodies of the six patrolmen had even fallen, he had already killed them all.

Seeing all six team members clutching their necks and making strange noises, his face no longer showed any discomfort.

Then, carrying both of them in one hand, he dragged them aside.

The six patrol members also vanished without a trace, leaving only a faint smell of blood.

He retreated once more, arriving at the edge of the path that another patrol team was bound to take.

He then hid behind a piece of cargo, picked up his dagger, and waited quietly.

Eight minutes later, another patrol team arrived.

He hid in the shadows, and when he saw the last patrolman pass by, he jumped up.

The dagger in his right hand sliced ​​through the other man's trachea, and then he lunged at the second one.

Almost simultaneously, the two team members clutched their necks, already beyond dead.

But he showed no sign of stopping, moving quickly while his other four teammates did the same thing as he waved his hands.

The torch in its hand fell to the ground, letting out a mournful wail.

The six team members collapsed to the ground almost simultaneously, their faces filled with boundless terror.

After all, their deaths were a real concern for them.

Seeing the four men fall, his expression relaxed considerably. After all, all the patrolmen here were dead, and now he could deal with the four ronin.

However, before dealing with the ronin, he needs to take care of the guards in the duty room first.

Both guards were Japanese.

Upon arriving at the door of the duty room, they saw two Japanese guards slumped over a table with a lot of alcohol on it, clearly indicating they were drunk.

She's currently fast asleep and has no idea what's happening outside.

He gently crushed the two guards to death, took the guns from their bodies, then walked to the side and looked at the guards.

Finding nothing amiss, he moved to the other side and carefully approached the warehouse gate.

"who!"

Under the lamplight, a wandering swordsman still spotted Zhang Tianhao's figure.

"idiot!"

His low shout immediately caught the attention of the ronin, and the other three ronin also turned around, looking at Zhang Tianhao who was walking over with puzzled expressions.

"Whose work is this?"

"Baka! The chairman sent me to inspect your defenses here. You all better be on your guard, understand?"

"Hi!"

Upon hearing that the guild master had sent him to inspect, the four ronin immediately perked up, lowered their heads, and gave a salute.

Just as they lowered their heads, four needles shot out.

It shot directly into their brains from the top of their heads.

The four ronin looked up in confusion, but their eyes immediately became unfocused, and they swayed twice before falling backward. "Hmph!"

He walked over to the four men, grabbed two of them by the back of the neck, and slammed them against the wall. At the same time, he pressed the knife against their bodies to keep them from falling.

Half a minute later, he arrived at the warehouse gate and forcefully pulled it open.

Looking at the warehouse full of supplies, his smile widened.

They had almost everything they needed for daily life, including food, cloth, clothing, salt, and even cooking pots.

He took all of these things away.

Of course, they still kept the opium. After all, it was unusable; it was completely harmful.

He was stunned when he saw the dozen or so barrels of gasoline.

I never expected that the Ito Shokai would engage in gasoline trading, and such a large quantity of ten barrels at that—they must be a major player.

"Hehe, it's all mine, it's all mine."

He collected all the supplies except for opium, including a large amount of cotton.

Looking at all these things, his smile never faded.

Without even glancing at the things here, he took everything and then looked around, preparing to set the place on fire.

However, just as he was about to set the fire, he heard soft sobbing coming from not far away.

He listened closely and was also stunned.

He immediately made a simple fire-starting device, and the place would catch fire in about half an hour.

He walked out of the main gate and came to the outside of another warehouse, where he forcefully pulled open the warehouse door.

He was completely stunned.

There were more than a dozen women, and judging from their appearance, he could almost imagine what they had gone through.

They were not properly clothed and suffered inhumane treatment in this village.

"Alas, poor soul!"

He sighed and said to the woman inside, "You can come with me now. I can save you, but you can't go home anymore. Do you understand?"

He had just opened the door when a dozen or so women huddled together, but when they heard a voice, they all looked up in surprise at the figure at the doorway.

They felt as if this figure was a ray of light shining directly on their almost dead hearts.

"Hurry up and wait at the door, this place will be on fire soon."

Upon hearing this, the dozen or so women immediately fell silent, knowing that this might be their only chance to escape.

"Ok!"

"No talking, no screaming, do you hear me?"

"Ok!"

As the women left the warehouse, he released the bodies he had just collected and then doused them with gasoline as well.

He lit a match and tossed it out. After all, the area was empty; even if it burned for a while, it would take some time before attracting attention.

After setting the fire, he walked out the door, closed it again, and let the fire engulf everything.

He went to the side and found a truck.

He then pulled the women directly onto the truck.

"Everyone get on the bus. We're short on time. If you want to stay and wait to die, I won't stop you. Do you understand?"

"We'll go with you!"

"We are too!" (End of Chapter)