Sell a third face?

Sophia felt that Xiao Zheng had finally taken revenge on her. Or rather, ask for it.

That's right. She did take advantage of Xiao Zheng, and more than once. Although, in her opinion, those uses are all Xiao Zheng can handle. But from a personal point of view, Sophia does owe Xiao Zheng a few favors. One of them had to pay back with his life.

So she had no reason to refuse Xiao Zheng. Nor can it be refused.

After talking about business on the phone, Xiao Zheng went downstairs to take a taxi and rushed to Ito's house. Sophia also arrived on the front and back feet and entered the door with Xiao Zheng.

The scenery of Ito's house is as wonderful as ever, but the danger hidden in it can be felt by Xiao Zheng and Sophia.

How can a big boss who can cut off his subordinates with his own hands be merciful to the enemy? What's more, Ito has already given Xiao Zheng a choice. It's just that he doesn't want to.

"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 in the wind and said with a smile: "The kimono woman who changed our shoes last time is a master." And unsurprisingly, he is still a master of ninjutsu. ”

"Ninjutsu?" Sophia frowned slightly and said incredulously. "It's the kind of magical illusion that can be invisible and have a doppelganger?"

Xiao Zheng smiled dumbly, turned his head and looked back at Sophia, who was obviously very knowledgeable: "Do you believe that there are ghosts and gods in this world?" ”

"I don't believe it." Sophia shook her head.

"Then do you think there are people in this world who can be invisible and can conjure up several people?" Xiao Zheng continued to ask.

"That's how it works in movies." Sophia said slowly. "I've heard it too."

"It's all hearsay." Xiao Zheng shrugged. "The magic tricks you are talking about are just tricks in the end, just like your magic tricks in the West. If you can't read it, you think it's magical. I understand, that's it. ”

"Then what kind of threat can you pose to the enemy by practicing this kind of ninjutsu?" Sophia recognized Xiao Zheng's puzzle, but became even more puzzled.

"Don't mention anything else. The ninja dart in ninjutsu alone is difficult for ordinary people to dodge. Xiao Zheng snuffed out his cigarette and waved his hand to interrupt Sophia, who was about to ask another question. I'm nervous and don't have time to answer your questions. Let me be quiet. ”

Sophia glared at Xiao Zheng angrily and followed Xiao Zheng into the gate.

The two women in kimono guarding the door did not provide them with geta. This is different from last time in terms of treatment. And Sophia realized that the two women in kimonos who were half-kneeling on the sides like stone sculptures had very dark eyes, and they seemed to be in trouble at any time.

Sophia knew that Ito was really angry.

So this date is certainly not as simple as last time, and Ito's attitude will not continue to be friendly. Although the last time was not friendly, this time - Sophia found it difficult to get through today.

Stepping barefoot on the wooden floor, it was still the same wing, and she was still greeted by the same middle-aged woman, but she was not like the two kimono women outside, who wrote displeasure and cruelty on her face. Still smiling kindly.

Xiao Zheng nodded with a smile and entered the wing room with Sophia.

This time, he walked ahead, and Sophia was half a beat slower. Prove that he is the master of this negotiation. Sophia is a lobbyist at best.

Ito sat cross-legged in front of the coffee table, but he didn't cook fragrant tea. Even the matching tea set was gone, and some, just an unsheathed katana. The knife is as thin as a cicada's wings, but it is full of cold light. The temperature of the entire chamber was lowered by several degrees. Extravasive.

In the face of such a battle, Xiao Zheng still asked with a smile on his face: "Mr. Ito, are you going to give me a meeting gift again?" ”

With that, he sat cross-legged and looked at Ito.

Sophia, as an escort, just sat very carefully on the sidelines of Xiao Zheng.

"Mr. Xiao likes knives?" Ito rested his palms on his knees, his waist straight and straight, like a boulder, unmoving.

"I don't just like it, I have it too." Xiao Zheng said and took down the pen hanging on his chest. Then gently unscrew the cap of the pen, press the thumb, and the sharp blade pops out with a snort, enveloping a thick chill.

Boom.

Popping out the blade, Xiao Zheng slowly put his world-famous blade on the coffee table, and said with a smile: "This knife has followed me for many years, Mr. Ito will take a look?" ”

Last time, Xiao Zheng was regarded as a friend with literature, and he was fighting for the tea ceremony and his mind. Besides, he only came with Sophia, so naturally it was not his turn to call the shots. But this time, it was Xiao Zheng who took the initiative to meet Sophia. Naturally, the situation has changed dramatically.

"Good knives." Ito's eyes drooped slightly, and he carefully studied Xiao Zheng's blade for a while, pursed his lips and said: "The knife edge is thin and tough, and the tip of the knife is like a cone thorn, whether it is a split or a stab, it is extremely powerful. Even, I smelled a hint of blood. ”

Xiao Zheng's knife has killed countless people, and it is normal to smell blood. It's just that only he knows whether the smell of blood that Ito said comes from the blade or from Xiao Zheng.

But for Xiao Zheng, Ito showed off his katana, and he naturally couldn't show weakness. After swinging the blade, he slowly lit a cigarette and said with a relaxed expression: "The knife doesn't see blood, how to open the blade?" Could it be that Mr. Ito's katana is just for decoration? ”

Ito's eyes narrowed slightly, but a cold light that was difficult to dissolve gradually gathered on his resolute and handsome face: "It's not anyone, everyone is qualified to let me use this katana." It's not blood, it's all a chance to stain my knife. ”

"A pig-killing knife or a chicken-killing knife, which is sharper?" Ito asked rhetorically.

"Look at whose hand the knife is." Xiao Zheng said word by word.

"My hands." Ito said expressionlessly.

Xiao Zheng smiled indifferently, and his eyes fell on his knife: "My knife kills hundreds of people, and the injured ones are hundred." What does Mr. Ito think? ”

"Or what I just said, which one is sharper, the chicken killing knife or the pig killing knife?" Ito said blandly.

The implication is that your knife is used to kill chickens, and mine is used to kill pigs, who is sharper and more aggressive?

Murder is also divided into three, six, nine and so on, why is the head-killing knife in the executioner's hand so angry? Because it specializes in killing the most vicious. The anger is naturally strong, and the murderous spirit is naturally soaring.

Ito's katana only kills extraordinary people.

"Tea can be tasted, and tea ceremony can be fought. But the knife has only one function, to kill. Xiao Zheng's eyes sank slightly, and a sneer overflowed from the corner of his lips. Where is the reason for so much? ”

"The hand rises, the knife falls, and the person dies." Xiao Zheng said word by word. "That's how I know about knives."

Ito's eyes were cold, and his qi increased dramatically, as if even the katana on the coffee table felt the killing intent of the master, and it was actually buzzing and faintly hissing!