48 Hours a Day

At this moment, not only are there more than twenty samurai from the Changzhou Samoa clan, but also Hanjiro Nakamura.

Zhang Heng had only one rib difference in his hand, even if his knife skills were better, he was also the enemy of double fists.

In addition, Zhang Heng also considered the possibility of hostage-taking, of which the most valuable is undoubtedly the leader of the Changzhou clan. Jin Takasu, an important figure of the downright faction, although he did not seem to have lived well for a few days, Zhang Heng's ability to put a knife around his neck would deter anyone in a room from moving.

However, Hanjiro Nakamura was clearly there to cope with this situation. Hanjiro Nakamura sat there. Although he did not say anything like a rock, Zhang Heng could feel his attention had never left him.

It is also quite normal that only Zhang Heng and Gabriel in a room do not belong to the inverted “own people”, and compared to Zhang Heng with a knife, the French businessmen look harmless, even idiots can see who the threat is.

Of course, Zhang Heng's knife is fast, faster than most people think.

If Zhang Heng now suddenly burst out of nowhere against Gaoshan Jin, Hanjiro Nakamura may not be able to protect Gaoshan Jin, but Zhang Heng's goal is not to kill Gaoshan Jin, if he truly chopped up Gaoshan Jin, then it really stabbed the horse hive, the people in this room will not let him go.

One-on-one Heng is not afraid of anyone, but in this tiny space, if held up by so many people, the situation will undoubtedly become very dangerous.

Since Jin Takasu could not be blackmailed, Zhang Heng could only ask for the second. He tried to use the French businessman around him as a shield. The curtain faction undoubtedly did not want Gabrielle to die here. Diplomatic troubles were left out. Most importantly, once Gabrielle died, nobody helped them to transport weapons and people into Kyoto.

But on the other hand, they also need to consider the trouble of letting Zhang Heng leave alive, which leads to the news that Jinzhou Takasu is still alive.

Tokugawa Kyung-hee will surely guess after knowing this news that the curtain party is ready to deal with his Shogun. Even if he is dumb, he will certainly not come to Kyoto again to take risks. In addition, it is probable that he will be foolish to see the waves in charge of the assassination in the group and the new selection group. The Ikeda House incident will not be repeated.

Zhang Heng was never used to giving his life to others to make decisions.

Zhang Heng wouldn't be surprised if these knights of the downfall chose to risk Gabrielle's life to keep him.

After all, it would be more acceptable to lose a collaborator than to expose the entire plan, although it would be difficult to find the person responsible for transportation.

Therefore, Zhang Heng has decided on the idea, in any case, to go back to the open area outside the house, so that regardless of whether the next battle or escape, he can take initiative, so when the deal is halfway through, both sides finalize the large framework, and when they are ready to further improve the details, Zhang Heng opens his mouth, indicating that he needs to be convenient.

Jin Takasu nodded and joked with a smile that it was dark outside, making him be careful not to fall into the toilet.

In addition to Hanjiro Nakamura's 10,000-year-old national face, everyone else smiled and the atmosphere seemed to be harmonious. The French businessman also patted Zhang Heng's shoulder expressing satisfaction with his service tonight. He said that he would pay him a salary increase after going back. Only one person in Takeuchi was still in the corner, not knowing what he was thinking.

Zhang Heng got up, pushed open the barrier door, and walked outside. When the barrier door closed behind him, Zhang Heng was the maid who had previously stopped the road in the courtyard.

She stood in the dark with the lantern, like a ghost, looking at Zhang Hengdao, "The thatch is on the other side. ”

“Thanks, but I'd like to get some air first.” Zhang Hengdao.

The maid was indifferent to the word, but repeated it again in a tone of no emotion. "The bathroom is on the other side. If the Guest suddenly doesn't want to be convenient, please go back to the house. It is cold in April and it is cold. ”

Zhang Heng smiled as if he hadn't heard her warning and stepped on the yard land.

The maid sighed, and the cold, clear face eventually passed a complicated look, "I'm afraid you don't know what this step means. ”

“No, it's just the first time I've heard of only letting in a teahouse that won't let go.” Zhang Heng walked towards the maid as he spoke.

“This is so unfortunate.” The maid shook her head, a small pair of slim hands held onto the knife handle, and then looked into Zhang Heng's eyes, “excuse me. ”

Her voice just fell, and a sharp knife wind hit Zhang Heng's back neck.

Zhang Heng's sneak attack originally stood on the long tile of the tea house, quietly like a black cat, until Zhang Heng took the step of representing death, he suddenly descended from the sky, at the same time at the fastest speed.

This is the knife of the night that belongs to the assassin, silent, like death itself, and perhaps mixed with ninja from Kofi, which is unprotected.

The blade in his hand was about to touch Zhang Heng's neck, but the next moment a rib difference that came out of nowhere stabbed him in the chin first, then all the way, the blade came out of the top of his head, with spotted blood, also gave him a rating of fear in his eyes.

This rib difference, given by Chiyo's parents, is a good knife, and even the sharpness is less than that of some famous knives.

Then the veil on the attacker's face slipped off, and Zhang Heng recognized him, or better yet, called her.

A geisha who used to dance in the house.

This is indeed a secret stronghold for the inverters in Kyoto, and the seemingly gentle geisha, like the maid in front of them, are the dead cultivated by the inverters.

“This is trouble.” Zhang Heng sighed.

Right-Ji tea house has a lot of area, and there are a lot of geisha and small waiters inside. If they are all fallen dead soldiers, then Zhang Hengkao's liveliness tonight, but now it is impossible to turn back. There are also a lot of samurai inside the house, and there is also a person to chop Hanjiro Nakamura. By contrast, outside is wide enough to allow him to carry out his methods.

The maid who witnessed her companion die tragically in front of the lantern was indifferent. Perhaps in return for saving Zhang Heng's self-appointed wife, she did not immediately pull the knife and rush over. Instead, she stood still and waited quietly for Zhang Heng to grab the knife previously inserted in the yard.

“I've heard of Gion for a long time. For the first time, I didn't expect guests to have to kill themselves out here. Bad reviews.” Zhang Heng pulled out the knife as he said, "In that case, come up if you want to die! ”