"Jia Ming, it's you."
"Tsk tsk tsk, poor thing, your arm has been dislocated. What about your master who lost half his nose? He was so arrogant, he even tried to scheme against me last time."
Lin Wenmao smiled bitterly. Jia Ming's voice was slow and nonchalant, but the gun pointed directly at him did not budge.
Lin Wenmao dared not and did not want to hide anything, so he recounted his experiences during this period.
After his master's death, Abe no Tomoya, for the sake of the valuable items in Lin Miao's possession, turned his junior brother to the enemy. Today, his junior brother has brought people to search for the treasure, offering his loyalty as a token of his sincerity.
"And what about you?" The gun was pointed at his broken arms.
Lin Wenmao shook his head and remained silent.
He was treated as a pawn because he didn't cooperate. Once this group of people took the treasure away, he would be replaced and left here forever.
"No," a trembling sob came from beneath Lin Wenmao. "Brother, elder brother, what I did was just a temporary measure."
Trust me.
Ruan Xianxian found it rather pointless; it was the same old drama of being betrayed by a family member and then having to protect the betrayer out of affection...
With official status, Ruan Xianxian could get her hands dirty with the enemy's blood, but not her own countrymen. She was about to knock the two men unconscious and throw them at the entrance of the police station...
Lin Wenmao suddenly said, "Wait!"
He stood up with little effort, his pale lips pressed together, and lowered his head to meet his junior brother's hopeful gaze.
"Why?"
"Why what?"
Why should we side with the Japanese?
The junior brother was stunned, his voice trembling, "We, we were originally..."
They were following their master and were cooperating with the island nation, so how could they be considered to have defected?
Lin Wenmao's breathing was unsteady. "But they killed Master! They killed your grandfather, who raised you like his own son!"
"If you don't talk about avenging him, how can you collude with your enemy?"
He closed his eyes briefly. "Brother Jia Ming, may I excuse myself? I need to... clean house."
So, keeping people alive wasn't for protection, but to kill them with their own hands?
With great interest, Ruan Xianxian slowly backed out of the cave amidst her junior brother's repeated pleas for mercy, her palm still holding the gun barrel out.
She glanced at the black gun barrel beneath her and a playful smile curled at the corners of her lips.
Anyone who thinks her survival and fighting skills rely entirely on firearms is probably in for a world of trouble. Her pistols are just a way to confuse the enemy!
"Senior brother, I was wrong!"
"ah!"
"If Master knew how you treated me, he wouldn't rest in peace even in the afterlife. I am your..." His words trailed off.
Ruan Xianxian waited for a while by the cave entrance, and Lin Wenmao, looking desolate, walked out of the cave under the moonlight.
Looking at the crescent moon overhead, he spoke softly, "Brother Jia, I have lost the last relative in this world."
He turned his gaze to Jia Ruanxianming, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and asked, "How can I get Brother Jia to spare me? At the very least, at the very least, let me kill Abe no Tomoya with my own hands?"
Finally putting the gun away, Ruan Xianxian looked like a young Lin Wenmao with a cool and aloof demeanor.
"If Master could raise his junior brother to be so depraved, he must be no good either. And you still want to avenge him? Wouldn't it be better to leave here and start over?"
Unaware of her probing, Lin Wenmao wore a faint self-deprecating smile. What did it matter if his master was good or bad?
They were all his benefactors who changed his fate of starving to death and personally taught him his skills!
He didn't answer, but instead discussed terms with Ruan Xianxian, "How about I repay your life-saving grace by giving you an ancient tomb?"
"What a novel way to repay a debt of gratitude!" Ruan Xianxian clicked her tongue and exclaimed, "Great!"
He's quite skilled in combat, has a feud with an island nation, is decisive, and has a knack for tomb raiding. I'd like to recruit him, but I'll have to wait and see.
"And what about these Japanese devils?" he asked.
Glancing at him with disdain, Ruan Xianxian waved his hand, "Leave it here and don't worry about it. The Japanese will collect their own bodies. If Abe asks, just say that I killed them."
Watching her retreating figure without looking back, Lin Wenmao clenched his fist and finally raised his voice to say:
"If you help me kill Abe, I'll follow you from now on."
“Little brother, I have no grudge against Abe. You don’t have enough bargaining chips to kill him.”
...
When a black SUV loaded with musical instruments pulled up at the Japanese hideout, everyone inside was dumbfounded.
"Hey! What are you standing there for? The bronze you promised your young master is all in the car. Hurry up and grab it!"
After parting ways with Lin Wenmao, Ruan Xianxian went straight to the Japanese hideout, the address of which was given to her by Abe himself. She impatiently tapped the steering wheel and clicked her tongue.
"If you don't know how to handle it, call Abe."
"Make a phone call?" The person left behind smiled, confirmed that the car was indeed carrying bronze objects, said "wait a moment," and turned back to send a telegram to Abe.
After waiting for about half an hour, three ordinary-looking middle-aged men walked in from outside the alley. They nodded slightly to Ruan Xianxian and then signaled to the person left behind to move the things into the yard.
After a thorough inspection, one of them unfolded the gold bars he was carrying in his bag. Perhaps instructed by someone, he did not exchange a single word throughout the entire process.
Ruan Xianxian was not surprised that Abe Satoshi did not show up either; it was purely coincidental that she met him in Lao Lintou's courtyard last time.
Special agents at this level, unless they are absolutely certain of success, will not easily meet with sellers to avoid being entrapped by spies.
Looking at the gold bars in the large bag, she had to admit that the island nation was very sincere this time, given the current prices. Since the main character hadn't appeared, she didn't bother with any more words.
Before getting on the bus, he turned back, a half-smile playing on his lips, and said in a very rude and arrogant tone:
"Tell Abe that I killed those Japanese devils under Qiaoshan last night. Old Lin ambushed me, and his body will be used to compensate him."
If you steal my goods again, don't blame me for killing him too. Don't think that just because you're hiding, my brothers can't find out where he's hiding.
"You little bastard, I'm leaving. Remember what I said!"
“You…” One of the middle-aged men stepped forward angrily, but before he could lift his leg, his shoulder was pressed down by his companion, who shook his head at him.
He even raised his face and gave Ruan Xianxian, who was sitting high up in the jeep, a polite smile, "I will definitely convey your message."
"Good boy, hahaha!" Seeing the wariness and apprehension in his eyes, Ruan Xianxian turned the steering wheel and drove away laughing.
The laughter was enough to wake up the neighbors.
The more brazenly and arrogantly she displays herself, the more wary the Japanese, who cannot fathom her background and cannot confront her head-on on Chinese soil, will become.
Being overly cautious in trying to please and flatter will only backfire.
The middle-aged man, his face grim from inhaling car exhaust fumes, said, "Quick, close the door and hide the things."
As dawn broke, the three returned to Abe to report their mission. The young man was still playing with the jade-shaped folding fan in his hand, his voice rising at the end.
"Oh? 'She' really said that?"
"I dare not hide it from you, young master."
Abe Tomoya looked at the old man sitting next to him: "Mr. Hana, what do you think?"
The old man confirmed a few things with the newcomer, then pondered for a moment: "To be able to find what the deceased hid, and to be able to calculate the young master's whereabouts..."
If all of this is true, it goes beyond simply finding auspicious burial sites; the person must possess profound knowledge of feng shui, and befriending them would be the best course of action.
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