A full minute and a half passed before a sound came from inside. She opened the door. Standing before Li Jia was a burly man. His chest was bulging, and there was a tent in his pants; he was clearly up to something. When he saw Li Jia's face, he froze, "You are?!"
"Damn it!" Li Jia answered with the sole of her shoe, following the burly man she had kicked flying back into the house, before elegantly uttering those three words.
The room was spacious and luxurious. A woman, still in a doggy-style position, finally reacted. Clutching her single sheet, she stared silently at Li Jia as she entered. And there was the man who had just gotten up.
"Who exactly are you?" Li Jia didn't answer him. Under the man's intense gaze, her body suddenly sprang to life, instantly appearing before him. A flash of black light appeared in her hand as her dart, slicing through the man's throat before he could react.
A slit throat doesn't kill instantly; instead, it hisses like a leaky bellows, and dark red blood begins to gush out as the dart slices through the throat. The man's muscular body collapses to the ground, convulsing, while behind Li Jia, a long, narrow samurai sword flashes with a cold light as it slashes towards her.
"Clang!" A crisp metallic clang rang out as Li Jia, with two fingers holding a two-inch-long, jet-black dart, parried the samurai sword that was attacking from behind. The Japanese woman, completely naked, held the sword in both hands. Her two round breasts trembled up and down as she suddenly leaped up to launch the sneak attack.
Li Jia was somewhat surprised by the woman's sneak attack. He had initially thought this woman was merely a plaything, but it turned out she was one of them. The katana's power, speed, and angle were all skillfully executed. After deflecting the woman's first attack with a dart from his fingertip, Li Jia wasted no time. His body suddenly accelerated. The dart, still dodging the woman's second strike, sliced through her throat. Before blood could flow, Li Jia had already quietly opened the door and left.
The second room contained two men and a woman; it seemed that such acts were commonplace and habitual for the Japanese. Li Jia had only ever seen threesomes in Japanese adult films before, and now she witnessed it firsthand. The three men died without ever understanding what weapon had killed them.
Arriving at the last house, Li Jia was already getting bored. "These people just know how to be damn good-for-nothings!" She simply kicked open the door and barged into the last room.
The situation in the last room surprised Li Jia. Having grown accustomed to the decadent atmosphere, she felt somewhat disoriented in this well-ventilated room. The four people inside were standing there, carefully wiping their long swords.
Seeing Li Jia kick open the door and barge in, the four people showed no panic. The room felt cramped for five people. "You! Who are you?" One of the older men, a middle-aged man, brandished his long knife and uttered a broken Chinese sentence.
"Damn it!" Li Jia uttered those three words with undiminished elegance, the dart appearing once more at her fingertips as she surveyed the four men's positions. Judging from their breathing and the way they gripped their knives, these men were clearly far stronger than the guys in front of them.
Upon seeing Li Jia's movement, the four men immediately spread out, forming a fan shape to face her. Then they exchanged glances. Suddenly, one of them took a large step forward, his katana, nearly seventy centimeters long, slashing diagonally downwards towards Li Jia's neck.
The distinctive curve of the Kurai katana startled Li Jia. Instead of continuing with his dart, he tilted his head, avoiding the strike. Li Jia could even feel the chill as the katana grazed his face. "A fine sword!" he thought to himself. His body, however, was far from idle. A katana attack is always a series of rapid, fluid strikes—a dozen or more—including slashes, cuts, sweeps, and thrusts—completing the first wave of attacks.
Li Jia, having dodged over a dozen blows, muttered, "The sword is good, but the man is trash!" His movements instantly improved dramatically, a black shadowy figure swooping in like a ghost. His dart sliced through the samurai's wrist. The Kurai katana fell into Li Feng's hands.
He casually dispatched the first samurai with a single stroke. Then, wielding his katana, he coldly surveyed the remaining three, twirling the blade in a flourish. He then launched his attack on the three men.
The attack methods were naturally those of Japanese samurai—the techniques mentioned earlier. However, Li Jia's sword strikes were more ferocious, more slashing, faster, and more ruthless! The three samurai ultimately succumbed to Li Jia's relentless onslaught. Before Li Jia could even deliver the killing blow, their swords had already fulfilled their purpose: seppuku! Sometimes, dying by your own hand is easier than dying at someone else's, especially for three assassins serving the Japanese Emperor on an important mission. Killing. Being killed—that was their job.
Li Jia had no idea what secrets they held, nor was she interested in knowing. After dealing with everyone, she pulled the Kurai samurai sword from her hand back into the house as she was leaving. Instantly, another sword appeared around the necks of the three people kneeling side by side. The "candied hawthorn with human heads" might refer to this.
Li Jia took out a tissue and wiped her hands. Then she casually tossed the tissue into the nearby trash can, took the elevator downstairs, and went to her previously booked room. As soon as she entered, she saw Black Jack on the balcony engaging in primal sexual activity with a woman. "You can continue. I'm leaving now. I'll come find you at noon."
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