Westwood Town has very good sunshine.

Fang Bu stood under the eaves of the street and looked at the note in his hand.

At this time, Fang Bie was not carrying that surprisingly large backpack, but was wearing a bamboo hat, a pair of wooden clogs, and very ordinary home-made common clothes.

The so-called "hidden away from the city" probably means that it is not like this.

This time Fang Bu came to this small town, of course not to continue selling firewood, but for the so-called job.

The content of the work is on the note Yan Yu wrote to him.

"Go kill the woman selling rice balls in the teahouse in Ximu Town."

Such a simple sentence made Fang Bie feel a little hesitant.

Is this task a bit too easy?

"What are you doing here? Idle?" Just as Fang Bie was looking at the note, a somewhat abrupt voice suddenly came from beside him.

Along with the sound came the unpleasant smell of alcohol.

Fang Bie raised his eyes and saw a drunk man standing next to him, looking like he was looking for trouble.

Fang Bie has always disliked dealing with drunk people, because he can't reason with them and will cause endless trouble.

"Why, are you going to drink with my Yingzi too?" The drunk man was a little unsteady, but when he looked at Fang Fang, his eyes seemed to be breathing fire.

"No." Fang Bie said softly, then put away the note and turned around to leave.

The moment Fang Bi left the man, he punched him without any explanation: "I, I'm asking you a question."

Fang Bi twisted his body slightly to avoid the other party's attack. He thought that he really couldn't make any sense with such a drunkard, so he just left. However, when the other party saw Fang Bu trying to escape, he instantly

He became even more entangled: "You kid still want to escape?"

"Get back here."

Saying this, he bared his teeth and lunged towards Fang Bie.

The young man sighed, raised his foot and kicked the opponent in the chest.

After kicking him a foot away, the opponent staggered and fell to the ground, unconscious for an instant.

Fang Bu ignored him and continued walking forward.

Life would definitely not be spared. The other party met me by chance, and I was not Luda. He had a hobby of killing Kansai with three punches.

Just let this drunkard lie here for a while.

At least now he definitely doesn't have the time to continue pestering himself.

In any case, Fang Bie also has his own mission. He came to Ximu Town this time to kill people.

There is only one teahouse in Ximu Town.

After all, the town itself is not big.

This teahouse is quite familiar to Fangbie. It sells some tea and snacks. It is a good place to obtain information and exchange emotions. Fangbie usually stops here to drink water before returning to Shangjing Village. After all, it is a twenty-mile mountain road. Fangbie

After all, it’s not like an iron-clad King Kong who can easily go back and forth without eating or drinking.

As for the woman selling rice balls in the teahouse in Ximu Town, Fang Bie saw it at a glance.

At first glance, she was a traditional Japanese woman with hair tied up in a bun. She had an ordinary appearance but very fair skin.

She was sitting in a corner of the teahouse. On the table in front of her was a wooden barrel containing steamed rice on one side, and a small jar containing pickled plums on the other side.

She quietly balled up the rice in her hands, wrapped it in pickled plums, then simply wrapped it in dried seaweed, tied it up, and put it in front of her to sell.

This is the simplest dry food in Japan. The rice provides nutrition and energy, and the plums provide salt and sourness to go with the meal. Fang Bie also bought rice balls from her, but it was just a casual acquaintance and he didn't even exchange a few words with her.

But this time he came here to take the other person's life.

It was obvious that the target of his mission was less than a foot away from him, so he could take her life with just a flick of the axe.

There is no simpler task in the world.

But Fang Bie sat there and didn't move.

He was just wondering why Yan Yu wanted him to come over and kill such an ordinary, seemingly harmless woman.

If Yan Yu is an assassin intermediary, then the so-called intermediary is naturally entrusted by someone.

But who would be entrusted to kill such a weak woman?

If she was hiding her secrets, she was actually a terrible murderer, but Fang Bie couldn't tell at all.

So I don't know why, but Fang Bie just doesn't want to do anything.

Of course, the young man also had a reason to convince himself, that is, it was really inappropriate to kill people in public and in broad daylight. He did not make any disguise, and after killing, he probably felt a bit like a social dead man.

No matter where you are, as long as there is some order, it is impossible to say that you can escape unharmed if you kill someone on the street.

In the midst of such persuasion, an old woman suddenly ran into the teahouse and shouted to the woman selling rice balls: "Yingzi, your husband was knocked down on the street. Come and check it out."

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Fang Bei was stunned for a moment when he heard the name.

But the woman selling rice balls reacted much faster than Fang. She stood up instantly, left the small stall, and trotted away from the teahouse following the old woman who had tipped off the news.

Fang Bu stood there, feeling helpless for a moment.

But he was helpless. If there was such a coincidence in this world, he could only watch quietly from the sidelines.

The young man also stood up and followed the woman named Yingzi leisurely, watching her come all the way to the place where the drunk man fell before, kneeling in front of her and calling his name.

It seems to be called Dongshu.

Don't look at Yingzi helping Dongshu up with the help of others. In fact, he just fell asleep.

Watching Yingzi help him back to a low wooden house.

There are two children who look like mud ghosts outside the wooden house. They may be their children.

Fang Bie stood outside the house, looking through the window, watching Yingzi heating hot water for the drunkard lying on the bed to wipe his sweat and apply hot towels. It seemed that this was a job that Japanese women were very good at?

Fang Bi looked at it for a while and felt that it was not interesting.

Of course he can go in now and kill this woman named Yingzi with a sword.

But why bother?

He came to Westwood Town just to injure other people's husbands and then kill other people's wives?

It’s okay if you don’t lead evil people like this.

Just when Fang Bie turned around and left, there was a sudden sound coming from inside the house.

It was a dull sound.

Fang didn't look back and opened his eyes when he saw the drunk man lying on the bed.

The first thing he did when he opened his eyes was to punch Yingzi beside his bed to the ground.

The sound I just heard was the sound of a fist hitting my face.

"Bitch." A contemptuous voice came from the man's mouth.

He sat up from the bed and looked at the woman lying on the ground.
Chapter completed!