บท 35: Chapter 35: Kill if You Want to Kill
In his heart, Oda Hirakura was alarmed and quickly lifted the curtain. He saw Zhou Ming holding a short and fat man by the neck with one hand while holding a knife to his throat with the other hand, walking towards him step by step.
There were several people lying on the ground around him, all belonging to the convoy behind them. They should have been screaming in agony, but at this moment, they were like chickens with their necks squeezed and couldn't even catch their breath, let alone scream.
Zhou Ming walked steadily and quickly, taking only a few tens of seconds to return to the carriage. He threw the short and fat man to the ground and kept the knife on his neck, making him too scared to even stand up.
As soon as the man lifted his body, the sharp blade could easily slice through his thick neck, which was full of fat. It was obvious that it wouldn't be able to withstand the blade. He didn't want to risk his own life to prove that.
Helplessly, Oda Hirakura lifted the curtain and met eyes with Horiuchi Soh who was kneeling on the ground. The look of helplessness on his face quickly turned into a sneer.
"Oda...Oda-sama?" Horiuchi Soh recognized Oda Hirakura and exclaimed in surprise.
"Horiuchi Soh, you have received the favor of the emperor and you have no regard for me anymore, is that it?" Oda Hirakura sneered repeatedly.
"No, no, no!" Feeling the cold and sharp blade on the back of his neck, Horiuchi Soh repeatedly waved his hands, clarifying, "How would I know that this is your convoy? It's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding."
"Hmph, I think it's a misunderstanding too." Oda Hirakura still sneered, but his words were actually giving Horiuchi Soh a way out.
"If you know it's me, then go back quickly and don't delay my business."
"Yes, my lord. I understand, my lord." Horiuchi Soh nodded repeatedly, grateful that he had escaped a disaster and silently warned himself not to be so arrogant in the future without figuring out the other party's origin.
With that in mind, Horiuchi Soh was about to get up, but as soon as he moved, he felt the knife pressing down on him with undiminished force. The blade cut through his skin, and the piercing coldness made him freeze, afraid to move.
"Oda-sama, please look..." Horiuchi Soh cautiously lifted his head and gestured to Oda Hirakura to release him.
Helpless, Oda Hirakura said, "Zhou-Kun, let the man go. Horiuchi-kun is one of our own."
"Who the f*** is on his side?" Zhou Ming did not give Oda Hirakura any face. He pressed the knife in his hand down again and stepped on the back of Horiuchi Soh. He lowered his body and asked, "Where did you get those women from?"
"Sir, sir..." Horiuchi Soh squeezed out a smile. "This samurai, are you going against your master's orders?"
Zhou Ming did not speak but pressed the knife down again, letting the blade sink deeper into the flesh.
"No, I'll say it now!" Horiuchi Soh quickly said, "I met a small village during the hunt..."
"I just took a liking to a girl and brought her to Kyoto to live a wealthy life. What's wrong with that? As a result, those ignorant villagers dared to stop me!"
"Hmph, I, Horiuchi Soh, am of noble status, and those peasants..."
As Horiuchi Soh spoke, his tone gradually became resentful, as if he had really been insulted.
Zhou Ming glanced at Oda Hirakura and found that he had no unusual reaction to Horiuchi Soh's words, as if this kind of thing was very normal. "
"Very well." Zhou Ming nodded and cut off Horiuchi Soh's head with a single blow.
Blood spurted out, splashing on the carriage, sprinkling on Oda Hirakura's shoes and clothes, dotted with little red flowers, which were quite beautiful.
"You!" Oda Hirakura was stunned, then turned pale and said incredulously,
"You killed him!"
"He blocked your car and spoke impolitely to you. Shouldn't I kill him?" Zhou Ming smiled and asked.
"You killed him, you actually killed him!" Oda Hirakura stared at Zhou Ming, shocked, angry, and anxious.
"Can't I kill him?" Zhou Ming smiled.
"But he is Horiuchi Soh, a great man in front of the Emperor! A favorite! You dare to kill him, you..." Oda Hirakura's anger made him almost crazy.
The next moment, Zhou Mingsi's sword lightly rested on his shoulder, and the cold blade instantly cooled his anger, and his sanity immediately returned to his mind.
"If you want to kill, kill him. Do you have any objections?" Zhou Ming's smile remained unchanged, and he asked lightly.
"Gulu." Oda Hirakura swallowed a mouthful of saliva and suddenly laughed heartily,
"Well done, well done! I've been eyeing Horiuchi Soh for a long time!"
"Relying on favor and arrogance, acting recklessly, ruining politics, he deserves to die!" Oda Hirakura cursed loudly, spitting on the headless body on the ground.
"Yes, I have always implemented your will." Zhou Ming calmly smiled and sheathed his knife, looking towards the Horiuchi Soh's caravan behind.
Oda Hirakura's gaze followed and saw the women locked in the cages. He immediately understood and said loudly,
"Tie up all of Horiuchi Soh's men and bring them into the city!" The samurai under him immediately took action.
The samurai in Horiuchi Soh's caravan had already been injured by Zhou Ming, and they had witnessed Horiuchi Soh being beheaded by Zhou Ming.
On the other hand, the samurai brought by Oda Hirakura didn't care who Horiuchi Soh was. To them, it was just a matter of cutting off a head, nothing special. They weren't affected at all, and with their numerical advantage, by the time Horikoshi's samurai realized and fought back, it was already too late.
Even if Horiuchi Soh's samurai were filled with bravery and wanted to fight for Horiuchi Soh to the death, they couldn't match the samurai of Oda Hirakura. After a chaotic battle, there were scattered limbs and blood on the ground, and the entire Horiuchi Soh team was taken away.
The soldiers who guarded the city and witnessed the entire process didn't dare say a word until the team entered the city. They knew Oda Hirakura's identity and didn't dare to be arrogant, afraid that the excited samurai would chop them into pieces!
On the carriage, Zhou Ming still sat opposite Oda Hirakura. but now Oda Hirakura was listless and had a forced smile on his face. The drink in his cup no longer tasted as good.
"This was too impulsive. It would have been enough to just punish Horiuchi Soh," Oda Hirakura said, unable to hold back any longer, when he saw that Zhou Ming was not responding to his troubled expression.
"After all, Horiuchi Soh is the emperor's..." Hirakura trailed off.
"Favorite Minister." Zhou Ming finished his sentence for him.
"Yes, favorite!" Oda Hirakura exclaimed. "If we kill Horiuchi Soh, the emperor will be furious. I will have a hard time dealing with it. It's too impulsive!"
"How do you know he will definitely be furious?" Zhou Ming glanced at him and laughed. "Besides, how do you know I didn't intentionally want to kill Horiuchi Soh?"
"What?" Oda Hirakura was stunned.
Zhou Ming raised his right thumb and swung his right arm in a big circle, with a look of enjoyment on his face, saying, "What's wrong with killing a favored minister? If he wasn't a favored minister, I would still kill him. Hey, old Kyoto man, when we kill, we do it in an authentic way!"
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