I assembled the strongest swordsman group.

Looking around, all the patriots within sight had been wiped out.

The vast majority of them fell to Qing Deng's blade.

Those who were still alive were all wounded and completely incapacitated.

Under Ms. Sumire's instructions, the female ninjas jumped down from the high place and split into two groups.

A group of people rushed toward the stacks of large wooden crates located deep inside the warehouse—the leader of the group was Atao.

When they opened the wooden crates, the air was immediately filled with the pungent smell of kerosene and the bitter smell of gunpowder—the crates were filled with bottles of kerosene and boxes of gunpowder!

This amount of kerosene and gunpowder was more than enough to burn down most of Kyoto!

Atao excitedly shouted to Miss Jin:

"Miss Jin! We found it! The kerosene and gunpowder are right here!"

Another group rushed towards the survivors—led by Ame.

"do not move!"

"Behave yourself!"

"If you want to live, you'd better listen to us!"

The female ninjas furrowed their brows, trying to look fierce, and used both hands and feet to capture the lucky survivors.

They were indeed very lucky to escape from Qing Deng's blade.

Clearly, the fierce appearances the female ninjas displayed to intimidate patriots were completely unnecessary.

These guys survived, but they were all injured. Even the one with the lightest injuries was too weak to stand up and was completely unable to fight back.

After landing gracefully, Miss Sumire did not rush to search for gunpowder or capture surviving patriots like the other female ninjas. Instead, she bent down and carefully examined the faces of the dead.

For those who were face down and whose faces were obscured, she would deliberately turn their faces and bodies over.

This behavior suggests that they are looking for someone.

Seeing this, Qing Deng couldn't help but ask:

"Ajin, what are you doing?"

Miss Violet answered without looking up:

"I'm looking for Toshima Yoshida."

"Yoshida Minoru? Do you know what Yoshida Minoru looks like?"

Miss Violet smiled meaningfully.

“Aki, have you forgotten? I am the ‘Number One Geisha of Kyoto’.”

"'Men have no gods three inches below their navel.' Whether they are pro-revolutionary or pro-shogunate, they all like to bask in the company of women."

"Before the 'August 18th Coup,' the Zunyan faction particularly enjoyed holding banquets and meetings in Gion."

"Over time, I met all the prominent figures in the Zunrang faction."

"I've seen that Yoshida Toshima several times."

"He always followed Kusaka Genzui around, constantly spouting 'expelling the barbarians' and 'divine punishment.' He was a very gloomy and cruel guy."

"If we can successfully kill this person, it would be like eliminating a great scourge from the world."

"A man has no spirit three inches below his navel"—this is a classic proverb from the Edo period.

As the name suggests, this phrase is a way of criticizing men for being lecherous.

Since Ms. Sumire recognized Yoshida Toshima's appearance, Aoto breathed a sigh of relief.

Toshima Yoshida was one of the masterminds behind the insane plan to "burn down Kyoto".

If this person isn't eliminated, tonight's "joint operation" will be far from perfect.

The overall situation is now settled.

The next task is simply to clean up the mess.

However... at that moment, Qing Deng's ears twitched slightly—his talent "Wind Perception +3" activated—he suddenly heard the "squeak squeak squeak" sound of the bowstring being pulled taut!

His expression changed slightly, and he turned his head to look in a flash.

A blood-soaked patriot leaned against the wall, gritting his teeth as he forcefully drew back the bow in his hand.

A shuriken was stuck in his neck, and his life force was waning, as if he would die at any moment.

This person exhausted all the remaining strength in his body and drew the bow in his hand to its fullest extent.

The point that cold glint was aimed at... was none other than Ebina Ye Zong's back!

Ebina Yosuke was regulating his breathing and was unaware of the danger behind him.

When Qingdeng spotted the man, the bowstring was already taut, the arrow was nocked and aligned, and the bow was ready to be fired at any moment!

"Mr. Ebina! Get down!"

While shouting loudly, Qingdeng flipped his right wrist, changed his grip on the knife, and then, with a javelin-throwing motion, aimed at the man's head and threw the Vairocana knife in his hand.

Almost at the same instant Qingdeng threw away his knife, the man loosened his grip on the bowstring—

Whoosh!

The tension that had been building up suddenly burst forth from between his arms!

Arrows shot out!

Qingdeng's reminder was timely.

However... compared to the speed at which the enemy fired their arrows, his warning was still a fraction too late!

When Qing Deng spoke up to remind him, Hai Laoming Ye Zong, though unaware of what was going on, quickly lay down.

His speed in crouching down... was clearly no match for the speed of the arrow in flight!

It was obvious at a glance that he couldn't escape in time!

Just at this critical moment, a long spear suddenly descended from the sky!

The spear, as straight as a meteor, pierced the air, cut diagonally through everyone's vision, and then precisely intercepted the arrow in mid-air.

The spear and the arrow—which of the two is stronger or weaker is obvious.

With a "snap," as easily as snapping a toothpick, the spear easily broke the arrow.

The arrow, broken in two, fell listlessly to the ground.

As for the spear, its momentum remained undiminished, driving it straight into the ground, leaving only the shaft and half of the spearhead sticking out.

At the very instant the spear shattered the arrow, Qingdeng threw his Vairocana, which struck the attacker squarely on the forehead.

A truly mind-blowing physical phenomenon... The person's eyes bulged out, then rolled back, revealing the whites of their eyes like those of a dead fish. Then, as if being pulled, their head tilted back, and they died completely.

From Zhang Gong's sneak attack to Qing Deng's warning and rescue, and then to the sudden arrival of the spear... everything happened in milliseconds.

Because it happened so suddenly, Miss Jin and the others were stunned for two or three seconds before they belatedly came to their senses.

When Qingdeng saw the long spear falling from the sky, he was immediately surprised.

He hurled the spear and precisely intercepted a high-speed arrow in mid-air... Judging by his sharp eyesight and masterful spear handling, the owner of this spear must be a martial arts master!

At this moment, Miss Jin and the others also looked completely bewildered, as if they were in a fog.

However, after a short while, they seemed to realize something, and slowly their faces showed expressions of sudden understanding.

Qingdeng first glanced at the two broken arrows on the ground, then looked up in the direction from which the spear had been shot—on the roof beam stood a huge figure.

That move of "throwing a spear to sever an arrow" was very elegant and graceful.

However, the owner of this gun... while not entirely unrelated to words like "elegant" or "graceful," is certainly quite different.

This person's physique was the perfect embodiment of the phrase "pot-bellied".

Even wearing a loose kimono couldn't hide her large, protruding belly.

The unshaved pubic hair was messy and looked just like a bird's nest.

His face was also dirty and looked quite greasy.

At first glance, he just looks like an unkempt person.

However, Qingdeng looked surprised when he saw this person.

The reason he did this was entirely because he recognized the person.

"Mr. Dongcheng...?"

The other party was none other than Shintaro Tojo, who had recently come to Kyoto to take up the post of "Kyoto Supervisor"!

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Shintaro Toujou took a step back and jumped off.

Thump—when this enormous, "ball-like" body landed, the ground immediately trembled slightly, demonstrating its immense weight.

Why was Shintaro Toujou here? Although this question arose in his mind, Aoto quickly figured out the answer.

However... he found the answer difficult to accept for a while.

"You fatso, you're way too slow!"

Miss Sumire glared at Shintaro Tojo with annoyance.

The other party shrugged:

"Sorry, I'm on my way at full speed. Luckily, I'm not too late. It's better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early."

Watching the interaction between Ms. Sumire and Shintaro Toujou... no matter how shocked Aoto was, he could only accept this fact.

"...What a wonderful day!"

Qing Deng glanced at Miss Sumire, then at Shintaro Toujou, and continued in a tone that was half joking and half serious:

"Those who usually keep a low profile have all revealed their true colors tonight."

At this point, he turned his head and looked intently at Shintaro Toujou:

"So you're the 'combat expert' that Ajin kept mentioning!"

The only combat personnel Miss Sumire can immediately call upon tonight, besides Ebina Ye Zong, are one other person—Aoto didn't care about this matter.