The moon above my head seemed a little smaller than last night, and my originally round and smooth face became clearer and clearer.

But walking under the bright moonlight that was almost as bright as last night, Bai Shier obviously had no mood to appreciate the moon in the sky, and he had no mood to compare the difference between it and last night.

After returning to Ningbo Prefecture from Baihua Mountain and learning that a group of suspected Japanese appeared, Bai Shier was undoubtedly very excited. In his opinion, this was undoubtedly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that would allow him to take the opportunity to get in touch with the other party.

With the two tokens in his hand, even if he could not gain the trust of the Japanese immediately, he would have to act together with the Jinyiwei and "help" the Japanese to escape from Ningbo City at a price. Even if he could not give the other party full trust, he would definitely not completely doubt him.

By then, the space he can operate will undoubtedly increase.

But unexpectedly, ideals are full, but reality is skinny.

He thought very well. He had just returned to Ningbo Prefecture for less than three days and saw four Japanese corpses.

As for the harvest, there is nothing at all.

He learned about several major forces in Ningbo Prefecture from Tianji Pavilion and placed the suspicion on the merchant gang. But not long ago, Tianji Pavilion informed the Jinyiwei of the investigation to inform the Jinyiwei.

The masters raised by the merchants were not in Ningbo's prefecture at this time, and they were the ones with very definite evidence.

This undoubtedly cleared the suspicion of the merchant gang in an instant.

And this undoubtedly made Bai Shier's mood worse and worse.

Obviously, when he was running around like Zhu Jinxuan, he was still able to find key clues when the factory guards were clueless and keep track of them.

But now, he has abandoned Zhu Jinxuan, who has been more free to act, and he has acted more flexible than before. He has no need to worry about anything. Shouldn’t he be more attentive than before? How could he become like this now?

Bai Shier was a little confused.

Could it be that Zhu Jinxuan is not a burden, but my lucky star?

"Ah~~"

Thinking of this, Bai Shier couldn't help but tremble, as if he was shocked by his thoughts, and seemed to be so tired of this statement that he was discomfort all over.

"No, no, no."

He shook his head hard and tried hard to throw this thought out of his mind. Bai Shier patted his face hard.

"Human luck is like a tide, with always highs and lows. It's just that it was a highs and lows before, but now it is a lows. Yes, it must be like this, it must be like this, it has nothing to do with whether she is by my side."

Bai Shier muttered to himself while walking freely.

"Yes, yes, it must be like that."

As if in order to completely convince himself, Bai Shier couldn't help but hypnotize himself again.

...

"clang!"

Just as Bai Shier seemed to have finally convinced himself to believe that self-hypnosis words and stopped mumbling in his mouth, a faint but very familiar voice suddenly came to his ears, making his original expression a little dull and his eyes were a little distracted, instantly cheered up all his energy, condensed all his mind, and pricked up his ears.

"Dangdangdangdangdangdang."

Sure enough, similar and rapid voices continued to reach his ears.

This is the sound of the steel sword intersecting.

Bai Shier was extremely sure in his heart.

Since he was able to hold the three-foot Qingfeng, such a voice grew up with him until he felt a little bored and ran away from home and came to Yao Town.

So, he would never hear it wrong.

Is she really my lucky star?

Similar words sounded in Bai Shier's mind again, but this time, the meaning of suspicion seemed to be much less, and it changed from the first question to the rhetorical question.

However, the sound of swords intersecting in his ears was no longer continuous, and Bai Shier's feet became more and more urgent. The rhetorical question in his mind seemed to have no answer.

Or, there is an answer already.

...

While gasping heavily, Mado Hirota waved the ribs in his hand hard, and tried hard to resist the terrible enemy in front of him, which was faster than the knife.

Although he could barely take the enemy's sword, even if he couldn't, he could barely avoid the vital points with his embarrassing donkey rolling, and was only scratched by the opponent's skin or clothes, deep down, Mato Hirota was already in despair.

Although his martial arts skills are not too high, he has received guidance from the captain, the recognized number one master of the first team. The battle with the enemy in front of him reminded him of the situation when he was given guidance from the captain.

However, compared with that time, the captain was more flirting with him, hoping that he could understand it, but the enemy in front of him seemed to be playing with him.

It’s like an old cat who caught a mouse. As long as it is not very hungry, it will not bite the mouse to death immediately. Instead, it will treat it as a toy and play with it. Only when you are tired of playing or are hungry will you end the life of the mouse.

Although Mato Hirota, who clearly felt the other party's joking attitude, was very frustrated, but she still had an interesting fantasy before, hoping to drag the Jinyiwei to discover their existence. In this way, even if she was caught by the Jinyiwei and imprisoned, it would be better. She could only play like a helpless mouse, as a toy in the hands of someone else.

But after twenty moves passed, there was still no movement around him, and the last fantasy in Mato Hirota's heart finally dissipated.

The regret that had been suppressed by this fantasy in his heart finally climbed into his heart again.

Sure enough, he shouldn't have taken the risk tonight, wanting to try his luck and see if he could find his two alive subordinates.

It's still too rude!

Mado Hirota lamented in his heart.

But when he was not the opponent's opponent, his situation became even worse with such a dilemma.

Looking at the knife that was getting closer and closer in his eyes, Mado Hirota no longer avoided the mess as he tried his best to avoid it. Instead, he closed his eyes and looked like he was slaughtering his neck. He seemed to have completely given up his desire to survive. He no longer wanted to let the other party play like a toy, but only wanted to die quickly.

But the knife suddenly stopped when he was about to cut Hirota Mato's throat.

Then, a joking voice rang out.

"Why? Have you given up so easily? Are you really the leader of those Japanese? It seems that you are not even as good as them?"

Hirota Mato, who had closed his eyes and waited for death, opened his eyes suddenly and looked at the other party, his eyes full of disbelief.

"How did you know that I am their leader?"

"Hahaha, of course, the people who asked me to kill you told me."

The rampant laughter sounded, and the voice became more and more joking.

"Are you still waiting for the Jinyiwei to come?"

Mado Hirota did not answer, but his eyes widened again betrayed his heart.

"Haha, do you have many questions in your mind?"

The laughter is restrained.

"Then let's go underground with these questions and ask the King of Hell."
Chapter completed!