At last, the two women were persuaded, and things ended up like this. Even Qishi had not expected that after making their move, this group would not retreat immediately, but stay where they were. He was even wondering whether something was wrong with their heads. Were they not afraid that Hanzo would come and wipe them all out?
At the same time, he found it strange that the ninjas across from him looked as though they bore some deep-seated grudge against him. Qishi did not recall ever digging up their ancestors' graves. So what had caused this? A string of questions surfaced in his mind, but unfortunately, the other side clearly gave him no chance to ask them. They had already charged.
"Okita, take them and run!"
"But, sir—"
"Me? Heh, you're worried about me?" Qishi slowly removed the cigarette from his lips. Then, the face of a ninja rushing at him seemed to be drawn toward it, smashing straight into the lit end.
Sizzle—
The sound seemed to be more than cigarette ash burning flesh; it also echoed the feeling in everyone's hearts. Then, with a simple knee strike, Qishi knocked the ninja unconscious.
Seeing the casual, unfettered look in Qishi's eyes, none of the other ninjas dared underestimate him any longer. So this guy was an Upper Ninja.
Seeing that Okita was still hesitating, Qishi waved him away and added, "That's an order!"
Hearing Qishi say that, Okita could only agree. He immediately turned around and led his team away.
"Chase them! Don't let them escape!"
"That's right! These Rain Ninja killed our companions, our brothers, our friends! We absolutely cannot let them get away!"
Watching the crowd charge at him once more, Qishi's eyes changed. He was no longer so relaxed and carefree, because he knew this