Chapter 150: Death Battle

Outside Jinling, somewhere.

A figure quietly disappeared into a remote alley.

If Zhang Yong were here, he would definitely recognise the other person. He is Wu Yuanfu. Despite his disguise, his angular features are still distinct.

He came to the front of a coffin shop and knocked on the door.

The wooden door of the coffin shop is black, giving off a foreboding aura.

Soon afterwards, the coffin shop opens its door. Wu Yuanfu immediately barges in.

'You...'

the person inside screams.

Then he notices that a dagger is pressed against his throat.

The dagger is very sharp. It is very cold.

The place inside is very large. There are many coffins. Big and small. Some have already been painted, while others are still blank.

'You...'

'I am Sakata Kazuo. Is there anyone else?'

'No, no...'

'Raise your hands!'

Sakata Kazuo said coldly.

The person being held at knifepoint was a young man. He was pale.

Sakata Kazuo?

Is he one of us? Damn it...

How could one of us...

'What's your code name?'

'What?'

'My code name is Xiao Wang. Your poker code name.'

'I...'

The young man hesitated.

He didn't dare to answer.

He couldn't tell who the other person really was.

Maybe the other person was Chinese?

What if the other person was going to blackmail him?

Sakata Kazuo exerted himself.

'Ah...'

The young man let out a muffled grunt.

Then his throat was slit. Blood oozed out.

'Drop the dagger!'

'Drop it!'

Suddenly, a low shout came from the side.

A middle-aged man stepped out of the darkness, holding a pistol. He had just been sleeping in a new coffin.

'I am Sakata Kazuo. Who are you?'

'You put down the dagger. Otherwise, I'll shoot.'

'Okay. Go ahead and shoot. In Jinling, you dare to shoot?'

'What do you really want?'

The middle-aged man still held the gun. But it was just for show.

Shooting is out of the question. This is Jinling. This is Chinese territory. A gunshot would reveal their presence.

They have not yet captured Jinling. They are not yet the masters of this land. But they covet it.

'Someone betrayed me!' Sakata Kazuo's face turns pale.

'Impossible!' the middle-aged man denies categorically, 'no one betrayed you!'

'Then how did I get exposed?'

'You...'

'I almost got caught. I barely escaped with my life.'

'Maybe you're just being oversensitive?'

'I want the radio!'

'No way!'

The middle-aged man flatly refused.

The radio?

For you?

In your dreams!

At that moment, Sakata picked up the dagger.

The sharp blade immediately cut the young man's throat.

This young man was also a Japanese spy. But Sakata had no mercy. He was killing one of his own. Only one of his own would betray him.

'Ah...'

The young man let out a weak gasp. Then he slowly fell over.

He desperately covered his throat. But it was useless. He couldn't make a sound. Nor could he breathe. Eventually he died in a twisted position.

'Are you crazy?'

the middle-aged man said, furious.

This damned Sakata Kazuo had killed one of his own!

Damn it!

He must be crazy! He must be crazy!

'The radio!'

Sakata Kazuo repeated.

His eyes were red.

No one could stop him from finding the person who betrayed him.

Unless he died. Otherwise, he would never forgive the other person. He would make the other person wish they were dead.

'You're crazy!'

The middle-aged man put down his pistol.

He couldn't shoot. Otherwise, they would both die.

However, in the face of Sakata Kazuo's madness, he could not just stand by.

He had to stop the other person.

He even had to capture the other person. To make the other person calm down.

If he cannot capture him alive, then he will have to kill him. A Japanese spy who has gone mad will only bring harm to the organisation.

Therefore...

Sakata Kazuo must die!

"Come!'

Sakata Kazuo kicked off his shoes.

They were in the way.

He was not used to wearing shoes when fighting.

Similarly, his opponent, the man, also kicked off his shoes. He was also not used to wearing boots.

'State your name.'

'Shinichi Miyamoto.'

'You're from the Miyamoto family?'

'That's right! You can still regret this!'

Shinichi Miyamoto said coldly.

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He slowly took out a sharp Japanese sword from the coffin.

This was the Miyamoto family heirloom sword. It was incredibly sharp.

Just now, he had been lying inside a coffin, carefully polishing the family heirloom sword.

Sakata Kazuo's eyes gradually narrowed.

The other party wanted to kill him.

Fine. Want to kill me? Haha. Want to kill me! Let's see who dies first!

"You, code name!'

'Ace of Spades!'

'Good! Today, only one of us can survive!'

Sakata Kazuo grinned evilly.

He knew that the Spades Group were all killers.

They were responsible for eliminating traitors within the organisation. Or assassinating hostile targets.

If the target they have locked on to is willing to be bribed, then they will be fine. If they are not willing to be bribed, then what awaits them will be the greeting of the Spade Killer. Until they are killed.

Now, it was his turn, Sakata Kazuo.

'You're crazy! Do you know what you're doing?'

'I'm not crazy! Someone wants me dead! I want him dead!'

'In that case, there's no point in talking about it, come on!'

Miyamoto Makoto's gaze was cold.

Since Sakata Kazuo has gone mad, he cannot be kept.

His main task as the Ace of Hearts is to eliminate unstable members of the organisation. He must ensure the loyalty of everyone.

If someone is judged to be disloyal, they must be eliminated immediately.

Now that Sakata Kazuo has come looking for him, he is practically asking for death. He will not hesitate to kill him. Then the matter will be dealt with cleanly, without leaving the slightest trace.

'Hoo!'

Sakata Kazuo lunged forward.

Miyamoto Shinichi calmly kicked back. Right on target.

'Ah...'

Sakata Kazuo let out a muffled grunt, and his body was kicked so hard that it tumbled backwards several times. When he landed, his body twisted into a ball.

It hurt.

He couldn't breathe.

His mind was in a complete mess.

Amazing.

He was no match for him.

The Miyamoto family were truly remarkable. It would be difficult to challenge them.

But!

he would never admit defeat.

No outsider could ever understand what it felt like to be betrayed.

Death was not scary.

What was scary was being betrayed by oneself!

The next moment, Sakata Kazuo stood up with clenched teeth.

'You're crazy!'

Miyamoto Shinichi sneered.

Sakata Kazuo didn't say anything. His eyes were red. He looked like he was going crazy.

He was ready to die.

'Hoo!'

Suddenly, Miyamoto Shinichi soared into the air, followed by a kick.

The unprepared Sakata Kazuo was immediately knocked down again by the kick. The whole person once again curled up on the ground like a shrimp.

'You idiot...'

Miyamoto Shinichi sneered.

Suddenly, he realised that something was wrong. His knee...

He looked down. He noticed that his knee was bleeding. It had been cut deeply by a sharp blade.

'You!'

Miyamoto Shinichi's face suddenly changed.

Damn it, Kazuo Sakata, you actually used deception. He actually hid a sharp blade inside his finger.

Indeed, Kazuo Sakata used a dirty trick.

He would stop at nothing to achieve his goal. He wanted revenge. Of course, he would not hold back.

'You crazy bastard!'

'You're going to die!'

Shinichi Miyamoto was furious.

Suddenly, he soared into the air again and kicked Kazuo Sakata fiercely.

'Bump, bump, bump...'

'Bump, bump, bump...'

Sakata Kazuo was no match for him.

This Miyamoto Shinichi is the heir to the Miyamoto family. He is extremely skilled in combat.

He has received training. But compared to a professional killer, he is completely no match. He is no match.

But!

Miyamoto Shinichi was not having an easy time either.

The main thing is that his knee was injured. This greatly affected his movements.

The knee is the core of all leg movements.

An injury to the knee means that you can't use most of the leg. It's hard to walk. How about fighting?

'Boom!'

'Boom!'

The two men wrestled together.

Shinichi Miyamoto also received two kicks. Fortunately, he was not seriously injured.

Kazuo Sakata was more seriously injured. He was almost covered in wounds. However, none of the injuries were fatal. He could still hang on.

Take a deep breath.

He can't die, he still has to take revenge.

Suddenly, he thought of Zhang Yong.

Maybe he should go find him? Maybe Zhang Yong knows who betrayed him?

"You want to die...'

Miyamoto Shinichi slowly unsheathed his sword.

Sakata Kazuo also picked up the bloody dagger.

The two men's gazes were cold.

They were facing off.

A fight was imminent.