Hyaku-u and Shinri Compete for Attention / Suspicion

Most people wouldn't even have time to flatter you, let alone treat you with the coldness you just experienced.

It can be said that he has now reached the edge of an abyss.

One wrong move and you'd either die or be assigned to some lowly job.

"Grown ups!"

Thinking about her future situation, Hyakuya Shitsu suddenly knelt down on the ground with a thud.

"Please, spare my life! I have an 18-year-old mother and a 70-year-old daughter."

As he spoke, he reached out and slapped himself.

After the crisp slap, his right cheek swelled up visibly.

A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, showing that Hyakuya Shitsu had used a considerable amount of strength.

The Scribe stopped after hearing the sound of the slap.

He turned around, walked up to Hyakuya Shitsu, and examined her closely.

I'm happy that you admitted your mistake, but I don't like the way you did it.

Scribe stroked his chin and said calmly.

"I like the beauty of symmetry that comes from countless refinements. Whatever it is, I hope it can be like that."

As he spoke, he bent down and looked directly into Hyakuya Shitsu's eyes.

"I think you understand what I mean."

"I understand..."

Gritting his teeth, Hyakuya Shitsu then shouted something to his deputy.

"Come here and count for me."

"Ah, yes."

Upon hearing Hyakuya Shitsu call his name, the somewhat bewildered deputy finally reacted and quickly asked.

"However, sir, what numbers do I need to keep track of?"

"Just keep track of the number of times I slapped him, one hundred times on each cheek!"

After saying that, he added a harsh remark.

"If you remember it wrong, I'll use you as a sacrifice!"

Immediately afterwards, he swung his right palm and slapped it hard.

"Slap, slap, slap..."

Chapter 425 Hyakuyu and Shinri's Jealousy and Compete

After an unknown amount of time, Hyakuya Shitsu was finally close to completing his "mission".

By this time, his face was so swollen that it no longer resembled a human face, but rather a ripe peach about to split open.

The blood flowing from the corner of his mouth formed a sizable puddle on the ground.

Several of his teeth were broken.

Even so, not a trace of anger appeared in Hyakuya Shitsu's eyes.

It's not that he didn't have it, but that he didn't dare.

After slapping him more than fifty times, the thought of giving up and drawing his sword in anger had already crossed his mind.

But Scribe's casual remark immediately plunged him into oblivion.

"Aren't you curious about who ultimately succeeded in the project that the Hyakuya Family and the Shinri Family were vying for?"

After saying this, Hyakuya Shitsu completely gave up the idea of resisting.

Not only that, but he seemed to be using even more force in his hands.

"Smack, 99 times, smack, 100!"

Finally, at the moment when his deputy shouted out 100, Hyakuya Shitsu had completely completed his mission.

However, when he looked at the Scribe, he found that the other party still had an indifferent expression.

"I remember you slapped me an extra time at the beginning, didn't you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Hyakuya Shitsu slapped himself on the left cheek.

The force was so great that it even tilted his head to one side.

"Yes, I knew it. The Hyakuya Family are all heroes."

A smile finally appeared on his face. Scribe walked to Hyakuya Shitsu's side and said with a smile.

"If I have the chance, I'll put in a good word for you. Maybe you'll have a chance to go out and do business with imported goods."

"Thank you, sir!"

Upon hearing this, Hyakuya Shitsu quickly thanked the Scribe and kowtowed several times.

As he gets older, he can clearly feel his strength declining.

A weak samurai is a burden and a disgrace to the Hyakuya Family.

However, if one could become one of the people who went out to purchase imported goods, it would undoubtedly mean returning to the public eye of the Hyakuya Family.

To exchange over two hundred slaps for this opportunity, I imagine many in the Hyakuya Family would be willing to do it.

"Alright, let's go, don't keep the others waiting."

Scribe gestured for Hyakuya Shitsu to stand up and said casually.

"Don't you still have tasks to complete? Hurry up and do them." (Shula)

This time, Hyakuya Shitsu.

"Our mission now is to protect you, sir!"

As he spoke, he shouted directly to his warriors.

"Listen up, everyone! Form a square formation and protect this sir!"

The remaining samurai quickly moved, grabbing their Katana and surrounding the Scribe.

And so, under the protection of these warriors, the Scribe arrived at a makeshift gathering place.

Along the way, the survivors they encountered all stared wide-eyed at the Scribe's treatment.

We've all spent the night in the Entertainment District, how come we noticed such a big difference?

Looking at others and then at myself, a strange feeling rises in my heart.

"Hyakuya Shitsu, what happened to you? Why is your face so swollen?"

Suddenly, a young man blocked Hyakuya Shitsu's group and asked curiously.

"Didn't you go to search for survivors? How come you only found this one after searching for so long?"

"This lord's life is more important than that of ten or a hundred people!"

Before Hyakuya Shitsu answer, his deputy jumped out and shouted.

"Our injuries were sustained while protecting this person!"

"Sir, what sir?"

With a curious look on his face, the young man glanced at the Scribe, then pointed at Scribe and laughed.

"Are you referring to this guy? Apart from being handsome, he doesn't have any aristocratic air about him at all."

"Shut up, Shinri Kōjin!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Hyakuya Shitsu drew his Katana from his waist and pointed it at the young man.

"If you insult my lord again, I'll challenge you to Samurai Duel!"

Upon hearing the words "Samurai Duel," Shinri Kōjin realized that Hyakuya Shitsu serious.

Samurai Duel is a final resort used only when two samurai have an irreconcilable and unsolvable conflict.

The two must fight within a designated area, and only one can survive.

But more often than not, the most common outcome is that both sides die.

"I'm sorry, I was rude."

Changing his tone, Shinri Kōjin quickly corrected himself and bowed respectfully to the Scribe.

"I apologize to you, sir. If you have time, please come to the Shinri Family so that I can properly express my apologies."

Although he didn't know the Scribe, the fact that Hyakuya Shitsu had threatened to start a "Samurai Duel" for him clearly said a lot.

"The Shinri Family, huh? So you're from that family. I see."

After speaking, the Scribe looked at Shinri Kōjin with a strange gaze, and it was unclear what he was thinking.

But his words chilled Hyakuya Shitsu to the bone.

If the Scribe goes to the Shinri Family at this time, what does that have to do with me? All the credit will be taken by this brat.

"However, I still plan to spend some time with the Hyakuya Family first, and we can talk about it later when we have time."

The scene shifts abruptly; the Scribe rejects Shinri Kōjin and speaks to Hyakuya Shitsu.

"I'm a little tired, please find me a place to rest."

"Yes!"

Startled, Hyakuya Shitsu a deep breath and squinted her eyes.

At that moment, he even felt that the pain on his face had lessened considerably.

"This way, please. I'll have my men arrange a good seat for you."

As he spoke, he winked at his deputy.

Upon seeing this, the deputy quickly walked to the Scribe's side and gestured for him to proceed.

"Okay, then I'll await your arrival."

Upon hearing that the Scribe had rejected him, a hint of disappointment flashed in Shinri Kōjin's eyes.

But on the surface, he still wore a smile and said that he would welcome the Scribe at any time.

As Hyakuya Shitsu passed by Guangren, she couldn't help but glance at him.

It's as if to say, "You'd better know your place; don't try to take what isn't yours."

The smile on Shinri Kōjin's face gradually faded as he watched the Scribe and Hyakuya Shitsu's group leave.

He stood there, frowning as he pondered, but ultimately shook his head.

"Let's go ask Mr. Jing later."

With a sigh, Shinri Kōjin turned and left.

He still had other things to take care of, but afterwards he planned to go and ask Mr. Jing for advice.

It's not just because the other person is older and knows more than you.

More importantly, he believed that Mr. Jing, who was of the same race as him, would not deceive him.

Chapter 426 Suspicion

In the following period, because of Hyakuya Shitsu, the surrounding samurai, although curious about the Scribe's identity, did not cause any more trouble.

After all, no matter how low Hyakuya Shitsu's status is, he is still a member of the Hyakuya Family.

The dignity of a large family is not something that small and medium-sized families can challenge.

Those who were qualified and capable of seeking opportunities also chose to wait and see after hearing about Shinri Kōjin's situation.

"Sir, would you like something to eat?"