Chapter 17: Warrior Spirit
Ichiro Junbe is very happy now because the bandits he sent out finally captured the niece of the Lord of Baiyun City.
The five-yearly election for the Lord of Baiyun City is coming soon. The host they infiltrated this time has already won over many forces and supporters, and can be said to be determined to win the position of Lord of Baiyun City this time.
Although everything was ready, he was still afraid of unexpected events, so his master asked him to kidnap the niece of Baiyun City Lord as the last trump card.
If there really is a mistake in the fight for the position of Lord Baiyun City, then this trump card will be the weight to persuade Lord Baiyun City to retreat!
Now that great things have been accomplished, how far can rapid advancement in career be?
Sitting in the carriage, Junbe Ichiro clapped his thighs with his hands, closed his eyes, shook his head and hummed a little tune, feeling so proud that he missed the girl in Yihongyuan.
"Master, we're here!" The coachman's voice was heard outside the carriage, and then he pulled open the curtain and helped Junbe Ichiro down from the carriage. Looking at the desolate area outside and the dilapidated thatched hut, he felt indescribably excited.
"Wait for me here!" Junbe Ichiro ordered, walked to the outside of the wall of the hut, reached out and pushed open the tattered door. Through the shadow reflected inside, he could clearly see a beautiful woman sitting on the chair.
Suddenly, Junbe Ichiro's heart was shaken.
Although he had never seen the appearance of the niece of the Lord of Baiyun City, he had heard that the niece was a beauty as beautiful as a fairy. At this moment, he knew that what she said was true just by looking through the window.
Ichiro Junbe swallowed subconsciously, turned around and walked back, telling the driver to go further away and wait for him to give a signal before he came over.
The driver was Junbe Ichiro's personal driver. He had traveled all over the country with Junbe Ichiro for many years and knew his temperament and habits very well. He immediately clasped his fists and drove the carriage away.
Junbe Ichiro nodded with satisfaction, straightened his clothes, walked to the door of the hut, and pushed it open with a "creak".
"What a beauty!" Junbe Ichiro stepped in, and his eyes could not move away when he saw the girl's pitiful appearance with black hair tied to the chair.
He has played with many women, both good and bad, but compared to the person in front of him now, they are nothing but shit!
Under the dim and flickering candlelight, a petite and charming woman was tied up on a chair with her hands behind her back. Her fair face was full of shyness and pity, and her lips were as red as jade.
Because of nervousness, he was trembling a little, and his eyes, as bright as the moon, were filled with crystal tears. Even the Golden Immortal could not sit still when seeing such a pitiful look!
What’s more, he is Ichiro Junbe, such a lustful man!
A raging flame burned from Junbe Ichiro's abdomen, and his whole body was as hot as the magma flowing out of a volcanic eruption. His throat was extremely dry at this moment, and it seemed like smoking was about to come out.
"Who are you?" Qingsi's voice trembled a little.
"Me?" Junbe Ichiro walked to the other side of the black-haired girl, his greasy face full of a hungry wolf meeting a lamb-like smile: "I am the one in your dreams!"
"You dare to kidnap me ? Aren't you afraid that people will find out and bring you disaster?" Qingsi shouted.
"To die under the peony flowers, even as a ghost, I will be romantic!" Junbe Ichiro continued, swallowing his saliva: "Such a beautiful day and beautiful scenery, only me and the beauty are here, this is the fate given to us by God!"
"Don't waste such a beautiful time!" Junbe Ichiro could no longer suppress the rage in his heart. What about taking good care of others and not moving an inch? To hell with that!
At this moment, Junbe Ichiro wanted to make love with the person in front of him.
"Snapped!"
Junbe Ichiro let out a strange cry, as if he was going to pounce on Qingsi, when he suddenly felt a chill on his back, and a tingling pain slowly spread throughout his body. He touched his back with his backhand, and it felt a little sticky. He put his hand in front of his eyes, and took a look at it in the candlelight, and was immediately startled!
It's actually blood!
Oh shit!
These three bandits are really unreliable!
We should have used our own people a long time ago!
This was the first thought that came to Ichiro Junbe's mind. He turned around suddenly, but was stunned for a moment.
Because the people standing in front of him were not the three strong bandits, but a thin and handsome man standing there, holding something like a fire stick in his hand, which was emitting a little white smoke at this moment.
"Are you surprised?" Shen Lang looked at Junbe Ichiro in front of him with a smile: "Those three bastards, where are they lying? It's so obvious, how come you can't see it!" As he said that, he pointed to the dark corner.
Junbe Ichiro subconsciously turned his head and looked carefully for a long time before he could see clearly the three bandits leaning against the corner like a stack of people.
"Help..." The burning flames on Junbe Ichiro's body were extinguished in an instant, and he felt cold from head to toe. He thought his actions had been discovered, so he shouted hurriedly. However, as soon as he shouted a word, blood splattered on his chest, and a cold pain instantly spread throughout his body.
Immediately afterwards, Junbe Ichiro felt as if all the strength in his body was drained away. His legs went limp and he collapsed to the ground. His face turned pale, his lips trembled, and he clenched his teeth.
what to do?
"If you cooperate with me, I will spare your life. I just need you to do me a favor!"
Shen Lang walked up to Junbe Ichiro with a silenced pistol, squatted down, and said with a smile: "Where is your base camp? Take me there!"
"Since I've failed, you can kill me or chop me up, all up to you. The samurai spirit won't allow me to betray the location of the base camp!" Junbe Ichiro was sweating profusely from the pain, but he still spoke every word with gritted teeth.
"Warrior spirit?" Shen Lang was stunned and sneered: "This sounds familiar to me!"
I didn't expect to meet you after traveling to this world.
"Let me ask, which empire are you from?" Shen Lang's smile was a little playful.
"I won't say anything!" Junbe Ichiro said.
"Madam, the warrior spirit he mentioned, is it from that empire?" Shen Lang looked up at Qingsi.
At this time, Qingsi had already stood up from the chair. As for the rope that tied her up, it was just to cover up her identity. She was not tied at all. After a moment of hesitation, she gently shook her head and said, "I really don't know about this. Although I have read many books, I have never heard of it!"
Shen Lang nodded and returned his gaze to Junbe Ichiro: "Let's talk about this later. Now I'll ask you again, where is your base camp?"
"Just give up on this idea!" Junbe Ichiro closed his eyes and waited for death.
"Yo yo yo, samurai spirit!" Shen Lang smiled brightly, and then put the barrel of the gun on Junbe Ichiro's leg: "Let me see your samurai spirit today!"
"Snapped!"
