After ending Iwakami Shigehiro's suffering, Su Yuzhuo stood motionless on the spot, as if she had been cast with a Body Stabilization Technique.

No one stepped forward to disturb her. The little girl opened her mouth, but before she could speak, Xiao Feng preemptively said, "You want to ask what Iwakami Shigehiro said at the end?"

The little girl shook her head and said, "I guess he probably said something like, 'I see the cherry blossoms of my hometown blooming.'"

"..." Xiao Feng.

"..." Lu Yao.

Although her guess was a bit off, she got part of it right.

Xiao Feng couldn't help but ask, "How did you know?"

"Sakura means cherry blossom in Japanese. There was a time when characters in anime would often say 'the cherry blossoms of my hometown are blooming' before they died, and over time it became a meme." The little girl explained.

At this moment, eighteen Martial Monks marched forward with resounding steps, carrying the barely breathing Uesugi Yumi back.

Ninjas, who had fled a long distance, revealed themselves and stopped in place, staring blankly at the scene.

Witnessing the fall of a legend undoubtedly evokes a complicated mix of emotions.

It's like ordinary people hearing about the death of a giant in their industry; even if they weren't closely connected, they can't help but sigh, and some might even post a tribute on social media.

"Leave it to you."

Xiao Feng patted Su Yuzhuo's shoulder.

Uesugi Yumi was responsible for the deaths of Fujiwara Keiaki and Iwakami Shigehiro, so the hatred between her and Su Yuzhuo needed no further explanation.

Not being able to save both of them was undoubtedly a huge regret, but avenging them personally could somewhat fill this gap.

"Thank you!"

Su Yuzhuo turned her head slightly and softly expressed her gratitude before decisively stabbing a knife into Uesugi Yumi's heart.

She feared that if she hesitated, Uesugi Yumi would die on her own.

"Should we take care of those ninjas as well?" Xiao Feng asked.

Su Yuzhuo shook her head, indicating it wasn't necessary.

She knew better than anyone the consequences of letting these ninjas return to their country.

Once it was spread that Uesugi Yumi was killed by her, it would undoubtedly stir up waves, not to mention that just the Uesugi Clan alone would hold a deadly grudge against her.

But Su Yuzhuo felt that none of this mattered much anymore. What she feared upon returning this time was not the storm but the calm seas. If she could use this event to create waves, it wouldn't be a bad thing.

Of course, this would bring significant danger, but danger often coexists with opportunity.

Xiao Feng said no more. Since the other party clearly expressed that it wasn't necessary, he saw no reason to play the unnecessary good guy.

...

Ninth Elder followed Sun Zhong to chop bamboo, while Sun Shijie and Zhao Guo'an were busy treating everyone's injuries.

Internal injuries require time to heal and just need temporary control; in contrast, dealing with not-so-deadly external injuries is relatively tricky.

Entering the house to find a machete, Ninth Elder was about to leave when he suddenly paused because he noticed Meng Lang leaning against the wall, seemingly moving his eyes?

Considering this, Ninth Elder walked over to verify the situation.

Meng Lang hurriedly closed his squinted eyes, pretending to still be unconscious.

At this moment, his heart was evidently in turmoil.

Having been knocked unconscious just after waking up repeatedly, Meng Lang felt afraid to open his eyes, fearing he might be knocked out again.

"Hey, stop playing dead, come chop bamboo with me." Ninth Elder kicked Meng Lang, ordering domineeringly.

Meng Lang remained motionless, hesitating about whether to open his eyes.

"If you don't wake up, don't blame me for slicing your head." Ninth Elder waved a stone-made machete, feeling as if he had returned to the Stone Age.

"No… I'm awake now." Meng Lang said weakly.

Until now, his mind was dizzy, as if he had just awoken from drunkenness.

This was certainly related to being knocked unconscious repeatedly, but more importantly, he was now both hungry and thirsty, his energy severely depleted, making even standing up a challenge.

With no choice, Ninth Elder had to first give him some food and drink to gain another helping hand, then led him to chop bamboo together.

Working until the latter half of the night, two bamboo racks were erected with Iwakami Shigehiro and Fujiwara Keiaki lying on them respectively.

Zhao Guo'an patted his pocket and took out a pack of cigarettes, lit one, took a deep breath, and sighed, "Truly one breath is used in a thousand ways, once impermanence strikes, everything ends, no matter how capable one is alive, after death, one is just a handful of ashes."

Xiao Feng laughed, "Do you feel regretful?"

"Regretful about what?"

"Fujiwara Keiaki praised you highly when he was alive and even invited you to pick up soap. You must regret not getting to do that?"

Zhao Guo'an's hand shook, and the cigarette he just puffed dropped to the ground.

"Hiss..."

He drew in a breath of cold air, feeling breathless over the loss of thousands of yuan.

After being with Xiao Feng for a long time, old Zhao also changed his extravagant spending habits.

Spending amounts under a thousand didn't make him blink before, but now, a few hundred yuan was astronomical to old Zhao.

No, wait!

That wasn't the point!

"For the dead, you think it's appropriate to say such things now?" Zhao Guo'an angrily said.

"Since you know it's inappropriate, then spare the unnecessary sighing." Xiao Feng retorted sharply.

"No, who between us said something inappropriate?"

Zhao Guo'an couldn't quite process it, how did it turn into him being criticized?

During the conversation, Ninth Elder approached carrying a torch.

"Elder sister, aren't you going to take one last look?" Lu Yao asked Su Yuzhuo next to her.

"No need to look."

Su Yuzhuo replied blandly, turning her gaze to Ninth Elder.

Ninth Elder nodded and threw out the two torches in his hands.

The wind picked up…

Or rather, since the storm ended, the wind hadn't really stopped.

With the help of the wind, the flames grew fiercer, engulfing Fujiwara Keiaki and Iwakami Shigehiro lying on the bamboo racks.

"We... were used as tools." Su Yuzhuo said slowly.

Xiao Feng nodded calmly and said leisurely, "Quite normal, these people, apart from that one Black guy, all have their own little schemes.

In other places, that's not much, but in the Devil's Concentration Camp, it certainly wouldn't be allowed. If I were the newly appointed person, I'd also use borrowed knives to kill."

In fact, from the first glance at the effeminate team, Xiao Feng could be sure they were deliberately sent to die.

The reason was quite simple; these people hadn't been thoroughly brainwashed. Allowing them to hold important positions in the organization, except for Su Yuzhuo, probably no one else could ignore it.

And sending out these people with rebellious streaks, regardless of whether the mission succeeded or failed, the newly appointed boss could guarantee no losses.

If succeeded, they could quickly establish their prestige.

If not, they could remove dissidents, making room for future actions.

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