Pirate: I only come here for three things!

"Brother, what's your name? Come on?" Duanmu skillfully took out his lighter and cigarette. He doesn't smoke this stuff himself, but that doesn't stop him from having it. Yamato sat next to him obediently, now sipping the hard candy Duanmu brought.

The ninja with a brown ponytail, a black helmet, and a green kimono with a shuriken pattern on it waved his hands to refuse, and still looked around cautiously.

He casually rejected Ganggu Duanmu's attentive move. "No."

"It's better if you don't smoke. It's better to smoke this thing less... What do you call me, big brother? Now that Fu Lu Shou and the others have gone to the front, there are only three of us left here, right? Our position should theoretically be considered to be in Yamato now." Underneath the mansion? But now I feel very creepy... Is it a psychological effect? ​​Really, why don't we act together? It's good to take care of each other this way..."

"Wind Blade." Ninja interrupted him.

"Uh, what?"

"My code name is Wind Blade. As for you, this distinguished guest from the World Government. Please keep your words to yourself, otherwise I may take some coercive measures." He was really hurt by what he was told.

Before Master Fu Lu Shou led everyone in, Duanmu and the children he brought were handed over to the care of this ninja and told him not to move around here.

The only requirement is that Duanmu must not escape his control.

This is the protection of Duanmu, and it is also the restriction of Duanmu. No matter how eloquent he is, as long as he does not actually participate in the next action, then his abilities will never be used.

Feng Ren was also clearly aware of how outstanding the negotiating talent of the lobbyist from the World Government was. At the same time, he had always maintained some vigilance as a ninja. He was looking at the sugar-coated bullets he handed over. Not even a glance.

"Stop trying to chat with me. I will never listen to your slander. Just obey Mr. Fu Lu Shou's arrangements and stay here honestly."

Feng Ren had an attitude of refusing to let salt in.

"There may be another tough battle tonight. I don't want to deal with you now, so I have to conserve my energy."

"Yeah. Actually, I think so too..."

"!"

In the previous exploration, Duanmu had roughly figured out this person's path.

Can fight!

"Whoosh!" The long sword was unsheathed, and Feng Ren felt the piercing sharpness. The training he had received since childhood made his back tighten unconsciously.

What speed is this! He barely avoided the vital point, but one arm was completely disabled!

Isn’t this man a lobbyist for the world government? He doesn't have the demeanor of a strong man at all, he's just a weak scholar with a lot of evil in his belly!

wrong! Why do you assume that he is a weak person? An ordinary person who has never worked hard?

Damn it, I'm an assassin... Why, why do I have such thoughts?

Of course it was because of the initial information about this person collected by the ninjas, and Feng Ren's first impression of this guy.

Duanmu's blow failed to achieve full effect, and evil flashed in his eyes. Reluctantly, he drew out his sword without using up all his strength, and soon there was wind at his feet. He used his strength to catch up with the wind blade, which had its middle door wide open and was suspended in mid-air, with a huge gap appearing on its body.

Duanmu's basic skills were supplemented after being trained at Shuangyue's family. After resting there, he consciously exercised during the trip with Frost Moon Monkey Horse, and after being tempered by actual combat, he improved to a higher level. Now the sword, hands, legs, and body are in perfect harmony. The moves are carried out in precise positions and with precise force.

"Unbiased Duanmu! See you!"

There are samurai who have already cut and shouted!

You've already cut it down first! asshole!

"You villain! You don't deserve to be a warrior!"

Duanmu didn't care, the knife penetrated his body. "But I'm not a samurai to begin with..."

If he fought normally, it would be difficult for Duanmu to defeat this good player left by Fu Lu Shou. Even if Duanmu is an ordinary person with no fighting skills, he still sends this one of the best among his men to entertain him, because he is afraid that something unexpected will happen in the middle.

But he still underestimated a little.

His thinking model is based on the fact that Duanmu is a civilian and a person without combat ability. He did not obtain any vague information about the day of Toyota's death. After subsequent major events such as the return of Shigetsuki Niuma, the death of Toyota, and the short selling of Black Carbon Orochi by international capital, these noises have been completely covered up.

It was precisely because he believed too much in his subordinates, in the ability of the intelligence department established by Wano Country, and in the intelligence obtained about the steel-skeletal Duanmu that he made the mistake of treating this young tiger like a goose.

Now, the tiger cub wants to eat people!

In an instant, the outcome was decided.

"Sorry, brother. I'm sorry." Duanmu looked at the wind blade leaning against the wall, and then pulled out the sword in his hand. There was a burst of blood.

"……you……"

"It's better to save your strength. Do you have any bandages or any medicine to stop bleeding? I'll give you some."

"Kill me." Feng Ren's vision gradually became blurry due to excessive bleeding.

"Kill you? Why should I kill you? I had no grudges with you in the past and have no grudges recently. Besides, if I really kill you, wouldn't I really have enmity with Fu Shoulu? How can that be done? I still hope he admits I saved your life. Why should I have one more enemy when I'm so good? Isn't it good to have one more friend?"

Duanmu carefully placed the medicines within his reach, wary of his possible counterattack.

"You have to cherish your life, you know? After all, you only have one life, so you have to cherish it!"

Feng Ren felt the blood surge back, and he spit out a large mouthful of blood.

Duanmu didn't care about him anymore, he took Yamato's hand and started talking.

"When you fight in the future, don't underestimate your opponent like that uncle did just now. Do you understand?"

Yamato nodded his little head.

"It's best to let the opponent underestimate the enemy, so that you can gain an advantage."

Yamato continued to nod.

"Of course, fighting itself serves a reason. If there is not enough reason, just let other people's gossip go. Fighting is not for the sake of fighting, fighting is just a means to ultimately solve the problem."

Duanmu already had the design drawings for this bottom in his brain, and he remembered them in his mind.

If possible, he really didn't want to do this. But I really didn’t expect that this guy Fu Lu Shou would not play according to the routine...

In this case, Duanmu had no choice but to flip his cards.

He rushed frantically towards the place where Kozuki Sukiyaki was being held.

Don't get me wrong, he seemed very concerned about saving Kozuki Sukiyaki from the beginning to the end, but in fact, he himself didn't care about saving Kozuki Sukiyaki.