Selling the third face.
Sophia felt that Xiao Zheng finally took revenge on her. Or, in other words, request.
That's right. She did take advantage of Xiao Zheng, more than once. Although in her opinion, those uses were something Xiao Zheng could handle. But from a personal perspective, Sophia does owe Xiao Zheng a few favors. One of the favors had to be repaid with his life.
So she had no reason to reject Xiao Zheng. Can't refuse either.
After talking about the business on the phone, Xiao Zheng went straight downstairs to take a taxi and rushed to Ito's house. Sophia also rushed in front and back and entered the door together with Xiao Zheng.
The scenery of the Ito family is as beautiful as ever, but the danger hidden in it is something that both Xiao Zheng and Sophia can feel.
How could a big boss who could kill his own subordinates be so merciful to his enemies? What's more, Ito has already given Xiao Zheng a choice. It's just that he doesn't want it.
"How many powerful people are hidden in this villa?" Sophia asked Xiao Zheng in a low voice as she walked away.
Xiao Zhengying lit a cigarette and said with a smile: "The kimono woman who changed our shoes last time is a master. And not surprisingly, she is also a master of ninjutsu."
"Ninjutsu." Sophia frowned slightly and said in disbelief. "It's the kind of magical magic that makes you invisible and has a clone."
Xiao Zheng laughed dumbly, turned around and rolled his eyes at Sophia, who was obviously very knowledgeable: "Do you believe 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 become invisible and appear as several people?" Xiao Zheng continued to ask.
"That's how it's done in movies." Sophia said slowly. "I've heard others say it too."
"It's all just hearsay." Xiao Zheng shrugged. "Those magical magic tricks you mentioned are, in the final analysis, just deceptions, just like your Western magic tricks. If you don't understand it, you think it's magical. If you understand it, that's all."
"Then what kind of threat can practicing this kind of ninjutsu pose to the enemy?" Sophia recognized Xiao Zheng's explanation, but became even more confused.
"Don't mention anything else. Just the ninja darts in ninjutsu are difficult for ordinary people to dodge." Xiao Zheng put out his cigarette and waved his hand to interrupt Sophia who was about to ask another question. "I'm very nervous and I don't have time to answer your useless questions. Just leave me alone."
Sophia glared at Xiao Zheng angrily and followed Xiao Zheng into the gate.
The two kimono women guarding the door did not provide them with clogs. This treatment is different from last time. And Sofia realized that the two kimono women, half-kneeling on both sides like stone sculptures, had sinister eyes and seemed to be ready to attack at any time.
Sofia knew that Ito was really angry.
So this date will definitely not be as simple as the last one, and Ito's attitude will not continue to be friendly. Although it was not friendly last time, this time, Sophia found it difficult to get through today.
He stepped on the wooden floor with his bare feet. It was still the original wing, and he was greeted by the same middle-aged woman, but unlike the two kimono women outside, she had displeasure and viciousness written on her face. Still showing a kind smile.
Xiao Zheng nodded with a smile and entered the side room with Sophia.
This time, when he walked ahead, 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 did not make any fragrant tea. Even the matching tea set was gone, and what was left was just an unsheathed samurai sword. The knife is as thin as a cicada's wing, but a cold light emanates from it. The temperature of the entire room dropped several degrees. Very extravagant.
Faced with such a battle, Xiao Zheng still asked with a smile on his face: "Mr. Ito, you want to give me a meeting gift again."
After saying that, he sat cross-legged and looked at Ito.
As a companion, Sophia just sat and watched Xiao Zheng very carefully.
"Mr. Xiao likes knives." Ito put his palms on his knees, his waist straight and straight, like a huge stone, unmoving.
"Not only do I like it, I also have it." Xiao Zheng said and took off the pen hanging on his chest. Then he gently unscrewed the pen cap, pressed it with his thumb, and the sharp blade popped out with a chirp, sending a thick chill.
Boom.
Popping out the blade, Xiao Zheng slowly placed his industry-famous blade on the coffee table and said with a smile: "This knife has been with me for many years, Mr. Ito, let me take a look."
Last time, Xiao Zheng met friends based on literature, and the battle was about tea ceremony and brains. Besides, he only came with Sophia, so naturally it was not his turn to make the decision. But this time, it was Xiao Zheng who took the initiative to make an appointment with Sophia. The situation has naturally changed drastically.
"A good knife." Ito lowered his eyes slightly, studied Xiao Zheng's blade for a while, pursed his lips and said, "The edge of the knife is thin and tough, and the tip is like a cone. It is extremely powerful whether it is chopping or stabbing. Even, I heard There’s a hint of blood.”
Xiao Zheng's knife has killed countless people, so smelling blood is nothing new. However, only he himself knows whether the smell of blood that Ito mentioned comes from the blade or from Xiao Zheng.
But for Xiao Zheng, Ito showed his katana, so he naturally couldn't show weakness. After displaying the blade, he slowly lit a cigarette and said with a relaxed expression: "How can you open the sword without seeing blood? Could it be that Mr. Ito's samurai sword is just for decoration."
Ito narrowed his eyes slightly, but a cold light that was difficult to turn away gradually gathered on his resolute and handsome face: "No one is qualified for me to use this samurai sword. Not all blood has the chance to stain mine. knife."
"A pig-butchering knife or a chicken-butchering knife, which one is sharper?" Ito asked.
"Let's see whose hand the knife is in." Xiao Zheng said word by word.
"In my hand." Ito said expressionlessly.
Xiao Zheng smiled indifferently, and his eyes fell on his knife: "My knife kills hundreds of people and injures hundreds more. What does Mr. Ito think?"
"As I said just now, which one is sharper is the chicken-killing knife or the pig-killing knife." Ito said calmly.
The implication is that your knife is used to kill chickens, and mine is used to kill pigs. Whose knife is sharper and more violent.
There are three, six, and nine levels of murder. Why is the executioner's decapitating knife so full of resentment? Because it specializes in killing the most vicious people. The violent spirit is naturally powerful, and the murderous spirit is naturally soaring to the sky.
Ito's katana only kills extraordinary people.
"Tea can be tasted, and tea ceremony can be fought. But the knife has only one function, killing people." Xiao Zheng's eyes darkened, and a sneer escaped from the corners of his lips. "How can there be so much truth?"
"When the hand rises, the sword falls, the person dies." Xiao Zheng said word by word. "This is my understanding of knives."
Ito's eyes turned cold, and the energy in his body surged. It was as if even the samurai sword on the coffee table felt the murderous intention of its owner. It buzzed and hissed faintly.