Chapter 108 Helper at the Car Boat Shop_1

By the national highway, there stood a shabby restaurant courtyard.

No one in the yard dared to take a deep breath anymore; even those who were crying out in agony were subconsciously suppressing their voices, as long as they still had awareness.

All eyes were on the long blade that a young man in the courtyard was holding up with one hand.

It was a genuine little Jap-killing knife. Perhaps it had once beheaded innocent people, and those who resist. But in the end, it was likely that the former owner of this knife also had his head chopped off.

The blade, which once drank copious amounts of fresh blood, was still as shiny as ever, seemingly untouched by the decades. Barring a few small notches, maybe left behind when it was used to decapitate someone.

And now, the knife was raised again, ready to behead someone who brought shame upon their ancestors.