The chief mercenary king, Hanemiya Shigeaki. The

chief assassin king, Hanemiya Masaaki.

The twin chief kings are not actually twins. There is a six-year age difference between them, but they look like twins. They are very similar in appearance and spirit.

My life is over!

Zhao Yulin felt bitter in his heart. He was also afraid of death, but he was more unwilling to leave those many people.

The commissions earned by his brothers and sisters did not need to be handed in. Only his money had to be handed over to old man Feng. If he died, no one would make money to support him. With the old man's laziness, he would starve to death if he played a few bad cards every day.

Sun Leling and the others have no one to protect them. Will something go wrong when they arrive at Wenxian County?

He didn't want to die, so he asked the Twin Kings spinelessly: "Can I ask for help?"

Yu Gong Chongming thought it was ridiculous: "I don't know who you can ask for help here."

Yu Gong Zhengming mocked: "You can shout for help loudly. If your voice is loud enough, maybe someone will come to check. Anyway, you don't mind another innocent corpse in the forest."

Zhao Yulin took out his mobile phone and called Old Man Feng. The call was answered very quickly. Old Man Feng was not playing cards. A calm voice came over: "Little bastard, you still remember to call your master? You have a conscience. How is your relationship with the eldest daughter of the Sun family going over there? She is a big money sponsor. Hold on tight. You will have meat every day in the future."

Zhao Yulin said: "I have already eaten meat every day. The little girl is pretty and I like her."

"Alright, alright, you bastard, whenever you call, it's always bad news. Last time you asked me to go to Yanjing to rescue someone, to be honest, it's not that your master was so cruel that I didn't go. You didn't know how critical the situation was at that time. I, your master, almost couldn't save myself, so I couldn't take care of your affairs."

"Don't bear a grudge against me. After all, it wasn't easy for an old bone like your master to raise you with all my

hard work. In fact, your master cares about you very much. I'm not afraid of anything, but I'm afraid that you don't have enough food and warm clothes..." "Old people don't expect their disciples to contribute much to the family. They work hard and worry all their lives just to make sure we can live in peace and happiness. You can't forget this heart and effort."

The old man started to talk again with the same old tricks. He wouldn't stop once he had let go of the gate. I guess he was almost moved by himself every time he said this.

Zhao Yulin sneered. At that time, Chen Siyao was poisoned by the Black Widow. He was at his wits' end and called. He clearly heard Uncle Liu's resounding "Zi Mo! Guan Sanjia!" The old man was really in danger.

"Little Ji San, don't bother asking about your well-being. Master knows that you are working hard outside and doesn't want to distract you. Don't worry about me. If you really feel sorry, just deposit some money into Master's card. Master won't say that you are perfunctory and have no intention."

In just a few sentences, Feng Duanyun affectionately put all the insults in the dialects of the country on his beloved disciple's head. His vocabulary was astonishingly rich.

Yu Gong Zhongming didn't want to wait any longer, and said in a sinister tone: "If you want to delay time, I advise you to give up this idea. It's the most ridiculous to do useless work when you are about to die. You should understand this after killing so many people."

"Little naked man, if you have nothing to do, just hang up quickly. The master still has to grind tofu for your aunt Zhang, and has no time for idle talk." Feng Duanyun said, and a woman's urging voice came from the phone.

Zhao Yulin held the phone with a stiff expression.

The old man had made it very clear that grinding tofu now and eating tofu at night, if he didn't hang up the phone, it would affect the old man's happiness in his later years.

"Well, old man Feng, don't hang up yet, I have something to tell you." Zhao Yulin hesitated for a while, but decided to ask.

"Hurry up and tell me, the beans are soaked and ready to be ground!" the old man said impatiently.

"It's hard to say about this matter. Someone wants to kill me and the fight is about to start. I guess I can't win. Can you come and help me?" Zhao Yulin said weakly.

"Oh~"

A sigh came from the phone, and Old Man Feng was very entangled: "Your Aunt Zhang doesn't have a donkey at home, and I have to help her push the mill later. I can't come, don't blame your master, little donkey, I actually feel sorry for you."

Zhao Yulin had a miserable look on his face as if he had eaten shit: "I'm not kidding."

Old Man Feng on the other end of the phone sent Aunt Zhang away, and his tone became a little more serious: "I'm not kidding either, can I teleport instantly? You bastard, watch less Dragon Ball!"

"Oh, okay, I'll solve it myself. If I fail to solve it and someone else solves it, remember to arrange someone to collect the body for me. I'll send you the location via text message later." Zhao Yulin pouted and hung up the phone. Then he turned on the text message function and sent a location message to Old Man Feng.

He would not tolerate himself becoming a prisoner of someone else who wanted to capture his uncle. There were only two situations waiting for him. If he won, he would live, and if he lost, he would die.

The Changchun Gong was not on him at this time. He had hidden it in the seat gap of the Jeep owner's car. He had edited a few words and sent it to Feng Duanyun together with the location message just now. After sending it successfully, he immediately deleted the record. Someone there would take it away soon, so Yu Gong Chongming and others naturally could not find it.

……

……

Located in Longdong Village, outside the capital of Anhui Province, a sweet female voice alert sounded from Old Man Feng's fruit brand mobile phone. He checked and saw two text messages from Zhao Yulin.

"Old Feng, what's wrong?"

The most handsome widow in Longdong Village noticed that the old man looked a little strange, so she came over to check the phone. When she saw the two text messages, she couldn't help but frowned: "What are these about?"

As the most widowed woman in the village, she was young. Her husband had just died less than two years ago. She was only in her thirties. She was handsome and attractive. Her waist and plump breasts, which swayed when she walked, attracted many married men and unmarried bachelors.

But such a beautiful woman had a miserable life. She married a short-lived tuberculosis patient at such a young age. The reason was naturally that her family was poor, she had never been to school since childhood and could not read.

Old man Feng smacked his lips, his breath blowing his beard: "It's nothing serious, Xiao Linzi is out there with cancer and he's dying, so I went to take a last look at him."

The pretty widow, who still had her charm, covered her mouth with her hands in horror: "Yu Lin was in good health, how could he get cancer?"

The disrespectful old fellow gave him a wicked look: "He's a worthless kid, he hasn't even grown all his hair yet, how can he be as healthy as an uncle like me?"

Aunt Zhang's almond-shaped eyes were cold and spring-like, and she slapped him hard: "Disgusting! He's still not behaved at this time! Hurry up and change your clothes, I'll go to town to buy you a train ticket, and go take a look!"

"No."

Old man Feng picked up the basket of soaked soybeans on the ground and walked into the yard.

The pretty widow hurriedly chased after him: "How can you be so cruel, old man? Among your group of children, Yulin is the most filial. He only comes to see you once every few months and gives you all the money he earns from working. He got cancer at such a young age and you didn't even go to see him when he was almost dead!"

Old man Feng put the basket on the millstone and said lazily: "He can't die."

Aunt Zhang was stunned: "How dare you say that?"

Old man Feng said: "I asked someone to tell him his fortune. He can live over 120 years old. He won't die even if I die."

Aunt Zhang was annoyed and reached out to slap the old man again. If Zhao Yulin was present, he would definitely feel relieved when he saw it. The old man has come to this day.

"Even those of us who have never been to school know that those fortune tellers are talking nonsense. You have a room full of intellectuals in bookish attire. How can you believe these words?"

Old Man Feng said with a long smile under his white beard, "The fortune teller I found is not ordinary. He only tells five hexagrams a year, and he is not wrong."

...

Bang!

Zhao Yulin's body hit the eucalyptus tree heavily. The top of the tree, which was full of vitality, kept dropping leaves.

This was the second time he was repelled. He protected his heart but was kicked in the abdomen by two Yugongs. As for the knife wounds, there were a total of 27, almost all over his body from shoulders to ankles.

In the end, he couldn't hold it in and spit out a mouthful of blood.

He thought that he would be able to kill the two first kings without any opposition, but he never thought that he would fall into an absolute disadvantage so quickly - so far, only more than fifty moves have been fought, less than three rounds in total.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Zhao Yulin half-crouched on the ground, looking up at the two Japanese who were walking slowly towards him, each holding a famous sword, confident of victory, with an extremely solemn expression.

At the same time, he was also a little angry. Since his debut, he has never lost so thoroughly in a fight. The strength of these two brothers is simply terrifying.

"Aren't you giving up yet?" There was pity in Yumiya Shigeaki's eyes, of course, pity with interest.

He was also a killer in his early years, and he was not disgusted by killing people. In fact, he enjoyed it.

"I will only die, not give up."

Zhao Yulin propped himself up and stood up, so that at least he didn't have to look up at his opponent.

He originally thought that his body movements had reached the level of gracefulness and splendor, and with his speed, he could at least mediate for a while to find a flaw, so that he might be able to fight for a chance to turn the defeat into victory from a losing situation.

Unfortunately, the tacit understanding between Yumiya Shigeaki and Yumiya Masaaki was extremely high, and there was no chance to take advantage of them. Although they were not twins born on the same day of the same month of the same year, they were more in tune with each other than many real twins.

This kind of enemy was difficult to deal with. The two of them together far exceeded their expected combat power. It was not the addition of one plus one equals two, but one plus one multiplied by two, which was exactly doubled.

Zhao Yulin was like being besieged by four enemies who were as strong as himself. Unless he could be fast enough to leave his opponents behind, his speed would have little effect.

Only then did he believe the rumor that eighteen years ago, when the Yumiya brothers first started their career as assassins, they teamed up to kill the Goryeo Aikido master.

Eighteen years ago, Yumiya Shigeaki was only sixteen years old, and his younger brother Yumiya Masaaki was only ten years old. Even if they had outstanding talents in bushido and ninjutsu, they were just newborns at the time. It was difficult for them to defeat an adult with bare hands, and killing a master-level figure sounded like a farce.

But if they had this level of tacit understanding, the incident back then would not seem so unconvincing.

How to defeat such a powerful enemy?

Zhao Yulin clenched his fists and gnashed his teeth, with a rage of unwillingness in his chest.