Giving face to a third party?
Sophia felt that Xiao Zheng had finally taken his revenge on her. Or rather — taking.
That's right. She had indeed used Xiao Zheng, and not just once. Even though in her opinion, Xiao Zheng was able to deal with all of that. But from a personal point of view, Sophia did owe Xiao Zheng a few favors. One of the favors had to be repaid with her life.
So she had no reason to reject Xiao Zheng. She could not reject him either.
After discussing business over the phone, Xiao Zheng went downstairs to hail a taxi and rushed to Itō's house. Sophia arrived shortly after and entered the house with Xiao Zheng.
The scenery in Itō's house was as beautiful as ever, but Xiao Zheng and Sophia could feel the hidden danger.
How could a big boss who could kill his own subordinates be merciful to his enemies? Moreover, Itō had already given Xiao Zheng a choice. But he did not want it.
"How many powerful people are hidden in this villa?" Sophia asked Xiao Zheng in a low voice as she walked.
Xiao Zheng lit a cigarette against the wind and smiled. "The lady in kimono who helped us change our shoes last time was an expert. And if I'm not mistaken, she is a ninja expert. "
"Ninja?" Sophia frowned and said in disbelief. "Is it the kind of magical illusion that can make people invisible and have clones?"
Xiao Zheng laughed and turned to look at the knowledgeable Sophia. "Do you believe that there are ghosts and gods in this world?"
"No." Sophia shook her head.
"Then do you think that there are people in this world who can become invisible and have multiple clones?" Xiao Zheng continued to ask.
"That's what they say in the movies," Sophia said slowly. "I've heard about it from others."
"It's just hearsay." Xiao Zheng shrugged. "The magical illusion that you speak of is just a smokescreen, just like your Western magic. You don't understand it, but you think it's magical. Even if I understand it, it's nothing much. "
"Then what kind of threat would practicing this ninjutsu pose to the enemy?" Sophia agreed with Xiao Zheng's explanation and became even more confused.
"Let's not talk about anything else. Ordinary people would find it hard to dodge the Ninja Dart in ninjutsu. "Xiao Zheng extinguished his cigarette and waved his hand to interrupt Sofia, who was about to ask another question. "I'm feeling nervous right now. I don't have time to answer your pointless questions. Leave me alone. "
Sophia glared at Xiao Zheng in annoyance and followed Xiao Zheng through the door.
The two women in kimonos guarding the door did not provide them with wooden clogs. In terms of treatment, it was different from last time. Furthermore, Sofia noticed that the gazes of the two women dressed in kimonos, who were kneeling like statues, were extremely sinister, as though they would attack at any moment.
Sophia knew that Itō was really angry.
So, this date definitely wouldn't be as simple as the last time, and Itō's attitude wouldn't continue to be friendly. Even though the last time wasn't friendly, this time … Sofia felt that it would be difficult to get through today.
They stepped barefoot on the wooden floor. It was still the same room, and the same middle-aged woman welcomed them. But she wasn't like the two women in kimonos outside, who had displeasure and malice written all over their faces. She still had an amiable smile on her face.
Xiao Zheng nodded with a Smile and entered the room with Sofia.
This time, he walked in front, and Sofia was half a beat slower. This proved that he was the master of this negotiation. Sofia was at most a lobbyist.
Itō sat cross-legged in front of the tea table, but he didn't boil any tea. Even the tea set that came with it was gone. All that was left was an unsheathed samurai sword. The sword was as thin as a cicada's wing, but it was overflowing with cold light. It caused the temperature in the room to drop by a few degrees. It was extremely terrifying.
Facing such a scene, Xiao Zheng still smiled and asked, "Mister Itō, are you going to give me a greeting gift again?"
Saying this, he sat cross-legged and looked into Itō's eyes.
As an attendant, Sofia only sat cautiously beside Xiao Zheng and watched.
"Mister Xiao, do you like swords?" Itō placed his palms on his knees, his back ramrod straight, like a giant rock, unmoving.
"Not only do I like it, I have it too," Xiao Zheng said as he took off the fountain pen hanging in front of his chest. Then, he gently twisted the cap of the pen and pressed down with his thumb. The sharp blade popped out with a hum, carrying a thick chill.
Dong.
Popping out the blade, Xiao Zheng slowly placed his famous blade on the tea table and said with a smile, "This blade has been with me for many years. Mister Itō, why don't you take a look at it?"
Last time, Xiao Zheng could be considered to have made friends through literature. They were competing on the Way of Tea and brains. Moreover, he only came with Sofia, so he naturally didn't have the right to make the decision. But this time, it was Xiao Zheng who took the initiative to meet Sofia. The situation naturally changed.
"Good blade." Itō lowered his gaze and carefully observed Xiao Zheng's blade for a while. He pursed his lips and said, "The blade is thin and tough, and the tip is like an awl. No matter if it's a slash or a stab, it's extremely powerful. I can even smell a hint of blood. "
Xiao Zheng's blade had killed countless people, so it was normal for him to smell blood. However, only Itō himself knew whether the smell of blood came from the blade or from Xiao Zheng.
But to Xiao Zheng, since Itō had taken out his samurai blade, he naturally couldn't show any weakness. After displaying the blade, he slowly lit a cigarette and said with a relaxed expression, "How can a blade be sharpened without seeing blood? Mister Itō, could it be that this samurai blade is just for show? "
Itō squinted his eyes, a hard to melt cold light gradually gathering on his resolute and handsome face. "Not everyone is qualified to make me use this samurai blade. Not every blood has the chance to stain my blade. "
"A butcher's knife or a chicken's knife, which is sharper?" Itō asked in return.
"It depends on whose hand the blade is in," Xiao Zheng said word by word.
"In my hand," Itō said expressionlessly.
Xiao Zheng smiled indifferently, and his gaze landed on his saber: "This saber of mine has killed a hundred people, and injured a hundred more as well. Mister Itō, what do you think? "
"Like I said before, which is sharper, the butcher's knife or the chicken's knife?" Itō said calmly.
What he meant was, "Your blade is used to kill chickens, while mine is used to kill pigs. Whose blade is sharper and more vicious?"
There were different levels of killing, so why was the blade in the hands of the executioner filled with resentment? It was because it specialized in killing evil people. The vicious aura was naturally dense, and the killing intent was naturally high.
Itō's samurai blade only killed extraordinary people.
"Tea can be tasted, and tea ceremony can be debated. But there is only one use for a blade, to kill. "Xiao Zheng's eyes darkened, and his lips curled into a cold smile. "Where did all these principles come from?"
"Raise your hand, and the blade falls, and the person dies," Xiao Zheng said word by word. "This is my understanding of the blade."
Itō's eyes turned cold, and his aura surged. It was as if the samurai blade on the tea table could feel its master's killing intent, and actually started to buzz and let out a faint hiss!
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