"Shopkeeper, I'll pick it up tomorrow." Wu Ming walked out of the small blacksmith shop and turned around and said.

"Don't worry, sir, I will definitely deliver the goods on time." A blacksmith wearing a leather apron and shirtless delivered it diligently.

Wu Ming nodded with a smile and turned around and left.

Strategically despise and tactical attention. Although Wu Ming was very confident in himself, he was not a blind arrogant maniac. Hashimoto's crazy laughter made him feel alert when he died. The nature of the ninja also made him fully prepared.

Assassins in the dark, just like the biggest danger of a sniper is a sniper. The battle between a killer and a ninja is hard to say. But Wu Ming believes in this sentence: Victory will always belong to those who are prepared.

Therefore, Wu Ming has not been idle these days when waiting for the news of Xu Zhenzhen. He has prepared some special weapons and bought some small things to make full preparations to fight this guy named Crescent Emon. For some reason, he always feels that he will meet and fight with Crescent Emon sooner or later.

Bang, a person suddenly was pushed out from the shop next to him, almost hitting Wu Ming.

Wu Ming reached out to hold the rash guy and looked at it. He was a young man with worn clothes. He smiled faintly, turned around and wanted to leave.

The boy was held by Wu Ming, and he didn't thank him. He blushed and was about to break into the store with a thick neck. As soon as he pushed open the door, he handed it over with a big foot and kicked him out. A guy dressed in a Japanese ronin came out and cursed, "Don't you get out of here, if you dare to make trouble again, you will kill you. HTN."

"You can't be so sarcastic!" The boy knelt down and cried, "That's the money for my mother to help her. Please."

"Get out, Chinese bastard." The Japanese stepped forward without any pity and kicked him hard.

The boy was kicked a few times, his face covered in blood. The Japanese man turned around and entered the store cursed.

Wu Ming looked up from the side and looked up at the store's signboard, "Jindu Pills Pharmacy", which turned out to be a pharmacy run by the Japanese.

The boy stood up with difficulty and walked towards the store door staggeringly, and a big hand fell on his shoulder.

"Little brother." Wu Ming frowned and said, "The Japanese are unreasonable. If you have any questions, why don't you talk to me first? Maybe I can have a way?"

"Sir." The boy wiped the blood from his face and sobbed, "If you can't help me, let me die here."

"That's not necessarily." Wu Ming said with a smile: "Tell me and let me think of a solution for you. It's better than if you die here and you can't save your mother!"

It turned out that the boy bought a precious Western medicine from the pharmacy with the only money in his home. But after taking it back, the pharmacy sold him fake medicine. The boy came here to get the medicine back. The Japanese shop owner and the clerk not only refused to admit it, but also beat him up and drove him out.

Wu Ming nodded, patted the boy's shoulder, and said earnestly: "Men have gold under their knees, and Chinese people must also have the ambition of Chinese people. Even if they kneel down to wild animals, they cannot make them compassionate and kind. Don't come here to buy medicine in the future."

"But, but my mother is still waiting for medicine to help her!" The boy looked at Wu Ming with a sad face. "The money is gone, what do you want me to do?"

Wu Ming took out a few oceans from his pocket and handed them over, "This is for your mother to treat her illness. I don't feel sorry for you. Let's go quickly and go to a pharmacy to buy medicine!"

The boy opened his eyes wide, looked at the ocean in his hand in disbelief, and looked up at Wu Ming in surprise, his lips trembling.

Wu Ming patted his shoulder and said with a smile: "Go quickly! Don't delay your mother's illness!"

The boy felt like he was dreaming. Seeing that Wu Ming had turned around and left, he hurriedly ran two steps, knelt down and kowtowed to Wu Ming, and then ran away quickly.

"Hehe." Wu Ming turned around and sneered at the sign of the pharmacy, turned around and disappeared on the street.

"Sister Chen, please sew something for me." Wu Ming said to Mr. Chen casually, holding a piece of skin he just bought.

"Good land, Mr. Sha." Mrs. Chen took the skin and replied.

Wu Ming reached out and measured, "It's just so long and wide, with a mouth on it. It can insert a lot of slender things into it, and then sew straps on both sides, which can be carried on the body or tied to the waist. Then make a slightly smaller one and tied to the legs."

Mrs. Chen blinked her eyes and was confused by the thing Wu Ming weighed.

Wu Ming shook his head with a wry smile, "I'll take a few pieces of paper, draw it down, or fold it, and you'll understand."

With a look, Mrs. Chen's needlework was still very fast. That night, Wu Ming had already obtained the needle capsules for the finished thing.

"No, it's really good." Wu Ming gestured on himself with a needle pouch, praising Chen Sao, who was nervous and worried that she would be dissatisfied with her.

Mrs. Chen lowered her head, let out a long sigh, and said, "Do you have anything else to do?"

"I have something to do tomorrow night, and I may come back a little later." Wu Ming waved his hand, "You go and buy some beef, mutton and good wine. If you prepare it, don't wait for me. You can eat it first and save it for me."

The fifteen-centimeter-long steel needle was narrow and sharp. Wu Ming carefully inserted the murderous weapons he had just retrieved from the blacksmith shop in the needle bag in the small and broken house he rented, packed up his clothes, turned around and walked out.

The night had already fallen, and the red sunset in the western sky gradually turned purple, gray, and black, and finally completely escaped. The electric lights in the shops and houses shone one after another.

The Jindu Pill Pharmacy was about to close, and the Japanese guy came out and reached out to close the door.

"Close down later! I'll leave after I buy medicine." A person who bought medicine outside shouted, and after that, he squeezed in.

"Bagayalu." The Japanese guy had a bad temper. When he saw that he was a Chinese, he was furious and wanted to beat him.

Wu Ming's eyes swept through the pharmacy quickly. There was only one guy. The person behind the counter probably entered the back house.

"Don't hit anyone!" Wu Ming grabbed the Japanese guy's hand with a smile, and the steel cone on his right hand pierced into his temple.

Putting the body lightly on the ground, Wu Ming closed the store door and walked gently through the counter and towards the back house.

"Yokita, come here for dinner." A thin middle-aged Japanese man walked over with his mouth in Japanese.

Wu Mingyin was behind the door, suddenly stretched out his hand, and with a click, he broke the guy's thin neck cleanly.

The food was already set on the table in the room. An old Japanese man knocked on the table with a little impatiently and said, "Masako, go and see, why are these two guys still here? Do you want to starve me to death?"

"Okay, grandpa." A beautiful girl in a kimono bowed and replied.

Wu Ming entered the back house and looked around. There were only two rooms with lights on. He looked a little and walked towards the room with a figure on the window.

As soon as the door rang, Wu Ming quickly hid in the dark corner, and his gray clothes played a good protective role. Wu Ming slowly followed Masako to the front shop. As soon as he entered the room, Masako found the body of her father lying on the ground, and her mouth was opened wide. A big hand covered her mouth tightly, and her neck aches, and her consciousness gradually became blurred.

"You shouldn't come to China, although you look very beautiful." Wu Ming let go of his palm, Masako's body fell softly, and his horrified expression still stayed on his face.

As soon as the door opened, Wu Ming quickly flashed in, raised his hand, and the steel needle shot into the left eye of the Japanese old man who was eating. It was pierced deeply, revealing only the tail end. With a look of astonishment, the Japanese old man's face had an intimate contact with the table. The spoon in his hand fell down, and a crisp sound came out after it landed on the ground.

Yokota Kayama was "crackling" and looked at the cash register next to him from time to time. The triangle eyes were full of greed and viciousness.

It's great to be in China. With the Imperial Army behind me, no matter how arrogant and unreasonable I am, no one in China dares to say no. Look at the gold and silver utensils in this box, if I work for another two years, I will become a monetary. As I thought about it, Yokota Kashan showed a cunning smile.

The door opened by Wufeng, probably to urge him to have a meal. Yokota Kashan raised his head casually, and a smile-like face appeared in front of him, "You are the only one left." Wu Ming raised his hand and threw it out quickly with a bloody steel needle. Yokota Kashan's throat seemed to be stuffed with sand, and the hoarse and ugly voice made Wu Ming shake his head.

"Look at what you look like, triangular eyes and toad mouth, you should have died long ago." Wu Ming walked over, ignored Yokota Kashan who was struggling in pain, and reached out to carry the small box over. "This money is the hard-earned money of the Chinese, and it is also the blood debt you owe. Because of your fault, I will destroy your whole family."
Chapter completed!