"Ten yen per person."

"Divide it for yourself!"

Just throw it to Nangui and forget about it.

Nangui tore off the paper tape and distributed it. It was exactly ten yen per person.

leftover……

Of course it belongs to Zhang Yong.

Put it directly into the portable space and keep it for later use.

Now I still need Japanese yen to practice trumpet.

His eyes swept over.

[Favorability: 99]

[Favorability: 99]

Huh?

All the favorability levels have been raised to 99?

Sure enough, it is easiest to increase favorability by directly sending money. Giving money is also a reward!

It is still a reward that most people are happy to accept.

He took out the Tokarev pistol and handed it to Nan Gui, "This is for you."

"Thank you, Lord!" Nan Gui hurriedly bent down and saluted.

Then he took it with both hands.

Zhang Yong:……

Something seems wrong?

This guy seems to cherish the opportunity he gave him?

Maybe it's because being a ronin is really hopeless, and I can't afford three meals a day. Now that I have a good home, I naturally want to seize it with all my strength.

Suddenly he reacted again.

The Wakayama prodigal is a veritable rich second generation!

These vagabonds live a life of poverty and precariousness. Suddenly they are recruited by a rich second generation. How dare they not cherish them?

Regret...

In fact, I could have been a little bolder at the beginning.

When looking for consumables, you can look for a few with better conditions.

Now……

That’s okay too.

At least, the favorability level is almost capped.

I don’t know if he is capable or not. But he is loyal and reliable. He is also obedient.

Huh?

Didn’t he become Chiang Kai-shek?

I like people who are obedient and submissive. Whether they are capable or not is secondary...

Pat the spy on the face.

The spy showed no reaction.

Increased strength. Still no response.

It may have been directly smashed into a vegetative state. Half-dead...

Suddenly, the red dot disappeared.

Yes, he died immediately. It turned out that he was crushed to death.

Forget it. Dead people have no caliber.

Just as he was about to take people away, suddenly, another red dot appeared on the edge of the map.

It also has a weapon mark. Check it out and it turns out it's also a Tokarev pistol. Obviously, it's another spy belonging to the Blue Dragon Society.

The target spy gradually approached Zhang Yong. Maybe he wanted to join his companions.

Unfortunately, his companion is already dead.

"somebody is coming."

"Prepare for an ambush."

Zhang Yong gestured to indicate the ambush.

Of course, it's not an ambush inside the house. It's outside the house, waiting for the rabbit.

After the target enters the house, immediately outflank him from behind and catch the turtle in an urn. Either capture him alive or beat him to death.

He also didn't tell the five losers that the target spy had a gun on him.

It's consumables. You don't need to know.

Wait patiently.

The target appears.

Very vigilant. Eyes wandering.

After approaching the destination, the guy stopped not far away and observed carefully.

five minutes……

ten minutes……

There was still no movement from the spy.

Still observing from a distance.

Zhang Yong became impatient with waiting, so he set off and approached the Japanese spy from behind.

Just as it happened, the Japanese spy was also moving quietly. The two were about to meet.

There is a corner.

Zhang Yong hid behind the corner.

Take out the hawthorn stick. It has not been used for a long time.

Then...

The spy emerges.

No one was found behind the corner.

call!

The hawthorn stick fell.

The spy fell immediately.

There is no sound.

No groaning, no screaming. It fell down like a log.

After a while, the red dot disappeared.

Zhang Yong:???

Huh? No way?

I just hit him with a stick casually and it didn’t hit me?

sweat……

It took a moment to understand.

He is no longer the same person as before. His strength has increased too much now.

In the past, hitting someone with a stick like this would usually knock someone unconscious. But now, hitting someone with a stick like this would kill them directly.

Whatever...

He squatted down angrily.

Touch the corpse.

Take away the Tokarev pistol first.

I touched a small stack of Japanese yen. The amount was not much, only more than thirty yen.

Poorer than one.
To be continued...