Fujiwara Hidetomi ended up not choosing to escape. As a samurai, he had received nearly three months of rigorous training. He could not see the loopholes surrounded by the group of unknown enemies in front of him. Instead of running around like headless flies, it would be better to calm down, accumulate strength, find a point, and find the last glimmer of vitality for himself.

But soon, he lost his mind to resist because he chose the enemy who looked the youngest and most likely to find a glimmer of hope. With just a little attempt, he was suppressed mercilessly. For this, he paid a numbness to his arm and could not afford to do his best in a short period of time.

Seeing that there was no hope of escaping, he did not directly commit suicide and keep secrets for the organization as the Shangguans asked before leaving.

He chose to surrender.

Fujiwara Hidetomi never felt that he was a timid and afraid of death, nor did he think that he would not have the courage to commit suicide. Otherwise, he would not have given up staying in Japan to find a safe way out, and chose the path of countless times more dangerous than it, crossing the ocean to Kyushu to make a living.

In fact, if he had just completed rigorous training and went out to perform tasks at this time, he would immediately choose to commit suicide and keep a secret for the organization.

If he had just arrived here from Japan, he would have used the hand that could still wave the weapon in his hand to launch a desperate charge against the enemy, even though he knew that he might not even be able to cut the corner of the enemy's clothes.

But the year that was lurking in Guangzhou Prefecture changed him, from the inside out.

A year ago, he was very troubled to listen to the chats and blow water from the workers at the dock. Many times, he could only use it as a wooden stake and had no idea what these guys were laughing at, so he showed that kind of obscene smile on his face.

But now he has become one of them. Oftentimes, the laughter of those guys is made because of his words.

A year ago, when he had conflicts with other gangs of force workers at the dock, he would choose to dodge because he was afraid of revealing his identity, or even hide aside, waiting to decide the outcome.

Now, if he encounters other gangs who want to thorn, he will be the first to pick up the shoulder pole and wooden stick at his hand, and rush up, fighting with the enemy without any moves, because he knows that behind him, those guys who always tease and blow water with him will protect his unguarded back.

Of course, a year ago, he didn't know what kind of warmth that someone would care about you when he returned home, and he didn't know how to share a pot of porridge with others.

But now, he can still clearly remember this warmth and satisfaction in his heart.

Now I think about it, when did these changes happen to me?

Fujiwara Hidetomi's eyes were full of confusion.

However, at this time, he finally believed the rumors he heard from time to time during the three months he stayed at the organization's headquarters.

Thinking of these rumors, the confusion in his eyes was immediately dispelled.

He was already tied up and struggled fiercely.

He can't die here, nor can he be trapped here.

"Bang!"

But it was obvious that his belated struggle would not be a good thing. He hit the back of his head quickly and accurately.

He stopped struggling.

A coma cannot control his body.

...

When he opened his eyes again, Fujiwara Hidetomi subconsciously wanted to struggle, but in just a moment, he stopped this destined useless struggle and looked at the two people sitting in front of him.

The place where the back of the head was hit was still aching, but Fujiwara Hidetoshi didn't care at all.

"What do you want to know?"

His calm eyes were on the young man who made him fall into trouble, and his intuition told him that he should be the leader of the other party's team.

"Are you curious about how we know you?"

"Since I have fallen into your hands, what's the point of asking this question? Why don't you put your time and energy into a more useful place, what do you think?"

"Oh well,"

Although the young man was a little strange to his ideas, he did not object. After shrugging, he began a formal interrogation.

"Your name."

"You can call me Yuan Xiuwen."

"Since you have already said that we will focus our time and energy on a more useful place, why bother lying to me again?"

The young man was obviously very dissatisfied with his answer.

"The name is just a code name. Is it really that important if my surname is what I am?"

"Well, okay, I have to admit that your words make sense."

The young man was stunned for a moment, but immediately came to his senses, with a somewhat unexpected look on his face.

"Since that's the case, let's skip this boring step and get straight to the topic. I want to know what, I guess you should be very clear, right?"

Yuan Xiuwen did not open his mouth, but just nodded.

"Then what are you waiting for?"

Seeing him nodding, the young man couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and said with a little dissatisfaction.

"You know what I'm waiting for."

Yuan Xiuwen glanced at the other person with a deep eye and said slowly.

"You seem to know us very well, so you should also know that I am not afraid of death or pain."

"Ha, people who say this are often afraid of pain and death."

It seemed that he was angry by Yuan Xiuwen's attitude. The middle-aged man who had been sitting there silently sneered, his words full of ridicule and threat.

Yuan Xiuwen did not refute or agree, but just slowly closed his eyes.

"Well, what do you want?"

In the end, the young man seemed to have finally made a decision and asked helplessly.

"I know you will not let me go, a barbarian from overseas, so I don't want you to let me go. I have only one request."

"This really makes me wonder. A person does not ask for protection of his life at this time, but does not ask for anything else."

A strange expression appeared on the young man's face again, and his eyes were staring at Yuan Xiuwen tightly, as if he wanted to see something from his expression.

However, after a moment, he seemed to give up, and it seemed that he did not see the conspiracy in Yuan Xiuwen's face.

"Okay, I can promise to try my best to meet your requirements, but whether it can be done depends on whether your appetite will be too big."

"You can rest assured that I can do my request."

Yuan Xiuwen, who looked confident of winning, felt relieved in his heart at this moment, opened his eyes and looked at the young man.

"I only ask that after I die, you can take care of Chen, a widow in the shanty town of the docks in Guangzhou Fucheng. She will never be able to defend herself by herself, but will bring disaster to her."
Chapter completed!