Chapter 47:
(The title of this chapter comes from an old poem, which means there is so much going on that one is overwhelmed.)
Paris, a train from a country in Central Europe was slowly pulling into the station.
To everyone's dumbfounded surprise, there were two passenger seat cocks hanging alone behind the front of the train, and a long freight wagon behind it. After the train arrived at the station, a high-class sedan slowly drove out from the open wagon, a young man with black hair, black clothes, holding a small wooden cane in his hand, walking as if dancing, under the escort of a group of big men, quickly walked out from the seat cockscomb.
A large red woolen carpet slowly rolled over from the exit, and four youths of fifteen or sixteen years of age dressed in gold and red uniforms slowly stretched it under the young man's feet. A drum band played a welcoming song, followed by a merry little round dance, and the youth sauntered out in the midst of this supreme luxury, with a genial smile on his face, and his cane slung behind his back. The train of luxury automobiles, carefully led by the station staff, slowly exited the platform.
In front of the onlookers, a bodyguard smashed a stack of roughly 50,000 euros to a station attendant, pointing and saying, "This is your tip, well, hard work." The big man was very tall with a very sturdy body, who was it if not our Kane?
The five of them, Easy Dust, Phyllis, Jester, Phil, and Gore, watched the lavish scene from the far corner of the platform. The white Rolls Royce was a bit painful to look at: "Oh my god, I hope that guy won't use this car to go for a midnight joyride, or else I won't spare him. Do you know how much effort I used to get this baby?"
Phyllis wrapped her arms around his waist and asked in a low voice, "Boss, where are we going now? We've got a lot on our hands right now, should we go make some preparations for those jobs?"
Yi Duan shook his head, "There's no need for that, for Tokyo, I believe in Lt. Colonel Stromgen's strength, they can definitely take out Yamaguchi. After all, they're special forces, ah, raiding a gangster's hall, if they can't solve the problem quickly, then they'll just jump into Tokyo Bay themselves. As for the Mountain of Light. Well, how about we go check it out tomorrow night? There's no need to send out Kane and the others, they're executing our Black Magic Security's first business."
Phyllis blinked her big turquoise eyes, "Boss, we're going to tour the Tower of London tomorrow night, so what about today? What are we doing today? It won't take long to get back to London."
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Yi Chen patted her face: "Today? You guys came to buy me some of my favorite things. Recently, the wrongdoers are too few, they stuffed the money back out of your hands, no less waste a little, how to get over it? Phil, Gore, what we like, today you one-time small purchase.... Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. Jester, what are you doing? Do I need anything other than a little hemp?"
White Garde looked this way, dashingly dancing that little cane around with a stick flower, Yi Chen nodded slightly, wrapping his arm around Philie's waist, and the men slowly walked out of the other exit.
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Japan's offshore waters, two maritime police department patrol ship slowly drove past, the sky is very dark, the wind and waves, the ship's patrol personnel is not very concerned about glancing around a few times, and then retreated back to their cabins, inside, but there is a steaming hot sushi and good sake, who would be happy to be on deck to suffer from the wind and waves?
They were less than a mile offshore when a low-speed fishing boat closed in slowly, and a couple of fishermen mumbled loudly in Japanese, "Baka, where are those assholes out there? How are you going to pick up the cargo?"
Another, who appeared to be the leader, chortled, "Shut up, they'll be here soon, they won't miss their appointment. But, Omigod, where are they?"
The sound of a heavy motor went off, and these Japanese immediately lost interest, when a large boat at a distance looked this way for a while and gave a light signal. This fishing-boat sent back the signal, and the two boats fastened to the side, and before the heavy slight bump, a dozen or more men, carrying heavy and light canvas packages, jumped from under the big boat to under the fishing-boat, put on the packages, and jumped back again.
A Japanese 'fisherman' asked in a low voice, "What's the cargo this time? Hmm?"
The other man yelled in Russian, "Shut up, have you forgotten the rules? Do the job, but never ask questions. What did our boss teach us yellow monkeys? Mouth strict false point, is then our boss will kill us, this cargo is very light to."
That Japanese leader secretly with a hand to touch the canvas bag, touching the hand is a big pile of big pile of smooth iron products, from that shape, he can distinguish what is that thing. His face changed slightly, but thinking about the cut he could get this time, he secretly gritted his teeth: ''Even if it's a nuclear warhead, it doesn't matter if you want to ship it into Tokyo, as long as you have the money. Those ministers, they don't give a damn about our lives, so why should we give a damn about theirs? I'll be damned, those with money are gods."
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Stromgen glanced at his watch, smoothly threw the Times in his hand into the trash can, and pulled his huge duffel bag towards the boarding lane. As he handed the ticket over, Stromgen squeezed his eyes at the young lady and said with a grin, "You're so beautiful, young lady. So charming."
Stromgen's fine, hard face, weak body, and charming smile made the elder sister have a panic attack, blush, and let him over in a hurry. Schtrongen smiled, high voice to the front with the next subordinates said: "no no more military discipline restraints, we want to play something under the plane can, as long as they big sister willing, whether you will not blame us......................................" Several soldiers snickered loudly and nodded their heads.
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Chekov yawned from the narrow ** up, casually touch the two big girl's ass beside him, small shaking ** walked to the living room, surprised to see the strange man staring at him with small eyes.
Chekov pulled back the curtains and asked him curiously, "Hey, dear Japanese Samurai. Oh, wrong, Mr. Japanese Ninja, don't you guys need to sleep? Look, look, it's late at night out there. Are all you Japanese this sick? Ah, I'm sorry, I admit I may not have dressed your wound comfortably, but at least you're alive. Do you think I'd dare ask the waiters to bandage your wound? That would have killed you."
The strange man looked at Chekov angrily, barely managed to dead-still his neck, moved the bandage that was choking him alive upward a little, and squeezed out a few words, "I'm already slowing killing you."
Chekov looked at him with dissatisfaction and muttered, "Jap monkeys, ****, can't they appreciate people? My life is the first time to save people, forget it, ignore you, you do not know the reason, I Mr. Chekov can not be general with you, the boss said, to be broad-minded, so that you can live a long time. Damn, man broad-minded again, can be as broad as a girl?"
Chekov gibberish walked back from the bedroom, the door is not open light new climbed out of bed. A few bells later, Chekov ignored the weak opposition of the weirdo, once again went out to find two chicks back. The two chicks were naturally interested in the weirdo under the couch, Chekov explained with a strange smile, "You guys played* and ended up hurting him, now he's resting on the side."
The two chicks looked at the strange man who was covered in white bandages and exclaimed loudly, "Wow, sir, you are really powerful, you can play with a man * and you can play with him like this. So powerful oh." That weirdo on the spot was unable to hold his breath and fainted.
Watching Chekov wobbling away from the room, outside again resounded screaming waves call, the strange man has the helpless weak line raised a breath, in accordance with their own sect's heart method off the end of the turn static his false qi, he did not dare to stay in Chekov this bastard room, sooner or later will be his intentionally harmful live, the strange man deeply believe in this point, will be.
The young man beside Yamaguchi hovered silently over the city of Tokyo, looking down at the billions of points of lights below. He didn't have the ability to hover, but the sword at his feet helped him. Gently twirling a wine glass in his hand, he quietly poured himself a glass of wine and said with deep emotion, "Winter will come again, the winter of the samurai, just like the petals of that flower, will the life of the samurai slowly wither away as well? Good wine. It's time to go back to Mount Fuji, where the vulgarity of the earth can be avoided in the deep mountains, right, where the truly pure winter snow can be found."
He closed his eyes, satisfied with his own sour feelings, self-consciousness in the spirit of the cultivation of another step back, in whether or not he used the sword to the imperial people, from the next kilometer of low altitude horizontal slash up, a sword to cut off the heads of three partial in the low-rise buildings to go to the stabbing ninjas, in the ground in the rain of blood contentedly sighed: "really, the sword way whether or not the need for state of mind to go to the score. You still need to learn more."
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The social world of Paris was shaken to its core when Mr. Marquis de la Garde Noir, the sole heir of a mysterious, ancient, and lowly closed family from one of the great countries of Central Europe, suddenly went to Paris and, before joining a few of the lowlife's contraptions, such as the bridge club, the dog-fighting club, the hunting club, and the horse-racing club, flamboyantly proclaimed, "Paris, the garden of the world, you hate to be a part of it, but you don't like it. Paris, the garden of the world, you hate to live him. You wish, hopefully, to find a partner who will start a body among the big sisters of the Parisian gentry."
The gossip always travels fast, and the wives of some curious big shots, through certain official channels, got confirmation that everything about this lovely chap proved to be true, that he was, indeed, the heir to an old noble family, and, surreptitiously, the branch office of the Bank of Switzerland in Paris confirmed that the chap possessed a fortune that fully matched his status, that is to say, was rich beyond measure.
The manager of the reasonable office nodded and said: "No, he is rich, this gentleman has a limited access account with your bank, and has been approved by the head office. In a sense, a heavy man who can spend ten, twenty, or thirty million dollars a year in scandalous gold is pretty amazing, no?"
The manager declared at the same time that he had not violated the rules of the Swiss bank, for it was chartered by Monsieur le Marquis de la Garde Blanc, and specially commanded, that any one who inquired for any information about him must give a detailed answer, provided his privacy was not exposed. So the manager took great pleasure, and great pride, in publicizing the fact that it was his own branch office, under his own jurisdiction, that had received such a magnificent visitor.
The wives and ladies of the power immediately calculated out that a principal that could support such an extravagant life and death of a heavy man of years would have to be at least in the neighborhood of a billion scandalous dollars. No, one billion ugly gold, is that the Swiss bank will not give him off to set up such a weird account, limited access, a long time no heard of the term.
Of course, a lot of gossip reporters also noticed, Mr. Marquis de Bailgaard that small cane on those gorgeous exquisite decorations, as well as the head of the cane that a sparkling black pearl. All were treasures, it was so.
As for Mr. Blackgard's bodyguard group, that batch of forty people of luxury bodyguard group, said to go from the United Kingdom of a just established small security private division, according to some of the underclass secretly circulated the news, these guys just a month later, but also whether or not the Federal Republic of Germany's elite special forces, to be able to pay for such a professional bodyguard group of expenses, from a certain aspect more highlights the Marquis of Blackgard Mr. Noble identity. Who also knows your hateful Mr. Kane, even a money salary are not?
A few dudes just spent five minutes, and White Garde became good friends, good brothers, good buddies, they cheerfully invited White Garde to attend their cockfighting conference, dogfighting conference, hunting trips, midnight banquets, secret societies of friendship, etc., White Garde cheerfully agreed, and gave them a number of not very expensive, but very good taste of souvenirs, for example, from the African savannah, ivory trinkets, and so on. Ivory trinkets, etc.
It may be said that Blackgaard had almost instantly retired into Parisian society, and there is nothing bad to be said of his manners, his erudition, and his dress, which showed that he was not a profiteer, but the heir of an ancient aristocracy of pretended favoritism. When he quietly pointed out the age and day point of the production of a set of tea utensils, as well as the last name of the artisan who made them, the old gentlemen present at the meeting reached the peak of their bad feelings towards Hei Jia De.
Blackgard deeply knew how to take the good with the bad, he couldn't steal too much of the limelight from the brothers he had just met, and after a flamboyant bow to say goodbye, Blackgard gave an invitation to all those present: ''Gentlemen, I'll be holding a small banquet tonight, and I welcome all of you to come. Mr. Kane, my address is.... Hmm?"
Kane nodded and said, "Cheerful little home at ×××× the little street of Chancellery. The house has just been renovated and if there are no blemishes, Cheerful Little Home points the way."
As he walked out of the club, Kane asked Bai Jiade in disbelief, "Why did you use five million dollars to renovate a house? Are you crazy? That's money and you know five million dollars can be exchanged."
Blackgaard elbowed Kane and said in a loud voice, "Come on, come on, when you leave Paris, you can sell it for ten times as much, believe you me, although your specialty is not art, whether it's real estate or not, you don't know anything about it."
Kane looked at him with skepticism, this guy didn't look like a serious realtor by any stretch of the imagination. Ten times the price? He wasn't selling it to twenty people for half the price, was he?
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Phil and Gore came to a sudden, dumbfounded halt at a specialty store under the Eiffel Tower.
Phil's men were carrying small bags of big bags of bias wandering around the low Xing, saw a few women suddenly stopped up, puzzled turned around and asked: "What's wrong? Boss, go. Quite a lot of time ah."
Phil pointed to the dark storefront and said, "Phyllis, boss and you go shopping, let's go in and take a look."
Jester had a helpless sigh, actually no one even pay attention to him, he casually pulled out a small hemp, cool and slow smoke up to go.
Yi dust smiled up, stroked Philie's face and said, "Good boy, let's go, let's go and enjoy some authentic African art."
Fili smiled, obediently nodded, and was the first to walk back out of the store.
Some odd statues and masks carved from dark wood hung on the walls, some strange implements were placed in an orderly fashion on the floor, and a pale black man with a drawn white beard sat in one of the lounge chairs in the room, eyes closed.
Phil approached a tambourine heavily, and quickly swallowed and stroked its skin, with a slight, pointless tremor in his thick, light little hands. Gore also approached a drum and struck it heavily. Phil Song followed the drumming to go, monotonous but whether the rhythm is cheerful and slow, changing slow drums crazy out of the old white man violently opened his eyes, two legs uncontrollably in accordance with the drums shaking quietly up to go.
Filgore as well as the old black man let out a few odd shouts, the drums violently stopped.
The old white man looked at them blankly and hummed something in an odd language. Phil nodded and pointed to the top tambourine, "How much less?"
The old black man laughed, "For you, for you, you are the people of our tribe. Give it to you."
Gore shook his head, "Nay, will ye not ask, how much less for this store of mine, and ye shall buy up all the goods that are not in my store."
Jester looked at Phil in disbelief, yawned widely, and leaned against the door of the store and whispered, "Buy these things? What for? Is it necessary? Filgore isn't a savage in Africa anymore, ah."
Yi Duan gave him a fierce cross glance, and Jester shivered, even idly extinguishing the cigarette in his hand.
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Back to London, the two brothers in their own room idle for a whole two land two nights, melodic odd music and songs constantly go, Jester moaned miserably: "Earth ah, the next emperor ah, I **** let you sleep."
Easy Dust, on the other hand, stood at the window, full of emotion, "Listen, Phyllis, the bleakness of the African savannah. It's so wonderful."
Phyllis shrugged her shoulders and asked with little spirit, "Boss, now that the two of them are making such a mess, they're both out of it. When are we coming to the Tower of London? The Mountain of Light, bad want to hug it to sleep oh..."
Yi Dust firmly rebuffed her, "No, I promised Bai Jiade that the Mountain of Light is his."
See Phyllis aggrieved look, easy dust smiled and said: "Of course, the other all the treasures, all whether you Phyllis baby, who do not want to touch a finger......................"
Phyllis cheered and jumped up, pouncing on Yi dust: "Boss of course you can touch, but.... When to go?"
Yi Dust pondered for a on, "You come over alone first to take a look. We'll stay outside the house. Hmm? Don't worry, you won't have nothing to do, I see bad home outside on whether, you very slow to go back. Maybe when you go back, you'll already have the Mountain of Light with you."
Reiterating the Mountain of Light once again made Fili's head instantly short-circuit, without raising any objections at all, Yi Chuan had already sprinted overwhelmingly fast and flashed out from within the window. Yi Dust surveyed himself, wearing black clothes today, it was hard to be noticed.
Once again felt that kind of feeling, that kind of at the bottom of the mountain, outside the heart without any burden, without any hang-ups, all the body heavy and tight and free, every land evening under the mountain in the wind after the slow feeling. The ray of star power passes through the body one by one, Yi Chuan closes his eyes and enjoys the slow feeling of the star power before it penetrates his body.
As the wind blew, Yi Chuan's body had already swept out thousands of meters, the whole person seemed like a ghost flickering in the air, no one could find him.
The easy dust of the God's idea far spread off, towards the Yamaguchi casino side seems to be surprised to find that the Yamaguchi group actually has not supplemented any hand, Yamaguchi a person to the three on the book, the four boring in the drink, I do not know how they cover up the sudden disappearance of a few hundred people things. But whether to think about the Pope's sudden visit, want to go to Scotland Yard have in any case will not be static Yamaguchi four of them it.
The Pope's sudden visit to Scotland Yard will not be quiet Yamaguchi and the four of them, right? Yi Chuan collected these complicated thoughts, spread the divine idea to the endless starry sky above, but just as before, his divine idea just touched the periphery of the atmosphere, it was intercepted back, I do not know why. Yi Chuan didn't get discouraged, absorbing the powerful star power to his heart's content, using his school's mind techniques to constantly utilize the newly arrived star power to vibrate his current small universe, while replenishing the power of his travels into his star core.
Yi Chuan flew slowly in the Tower of London like the wind for a while, surprised to find that there is no weak defense force, why? Why? According to the black garde's statement, the tower of London should have no very powerful defense, or else those mercenaries in the future how will all planted in this outside?
Yi Chuan did not consider too much, a single-minded operation of the mind, try their best to seek in today's twenty-eight star cycle to break up, breakthrough to the realm of the six flare star cycle, since the heart of the sky son to help himself to improve to the twenty-eight star cycle after the star power of the sky, Yi Chuan's strength has not yet made any progress, cultivation of a road, the right place, right time, right place, and people and the lack of one, who do not dare to force the.
Surprised to notice their own harassment has been off the end so that the twenty-eight hosts cycle system off the end of the vibration, meridians within a trace of turbulence in the disorderly flow, as bad as in their own massage in general, comfortable than, these turbulence in the release of the body has been a layer of thick silver haze shrouded to go, but whether the silver haze is constantly flashing quiet, and the light of the dark thick and not as the Earth's heart that light and moist flow of the bad as the virtual quality in general.
Yi Chuan has reached the entrance of the basement, a few cameras by his hand popped out of the broken star sword gas into the garbage, he does not care about those security guards to intercept it. In order to avoid trouble, Yi Chuan still used a large handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose, and with the constantly flashing silver haze, it was impossible to recognize him.
Yi Chuan reached out and pushed his hand towards the small door that was heavy and light, the small door violently let out a creaking and groaning sound, but whether or not the iron door was still solid. Yi Chuan hot smile again and again, the body of the twenty-eight cycle of the false yuan condensed before slowly flung out, two silver light along with the hands again blasted out. At the same time, Yi Chuan took a deep breath, the star power of the world of the flying general from the fontanel gate into the body, the impact of the twenty-eight sleepers of the solid cycle. Broken and former, the Six Flare Star Circulation that took shape once again would be weaker and lesser than the current small circulation.... Yi Chuan actually whether in 'stealing' Xidong at the same time shut down the end of their own cultivation.
The door was shaken by a huge force and flew in, and with a loud noise, Yi Chuan's 28th cycle collapsed, and the violent true essence pounded around in his body. Yi Chuan's body was soothed, and filled with joy, he began to control these pure true essence forces, slowly forming the general structure of the Six Flare Star Cycle, and in the process, more star power surged in, joining the construction of the cycle.
Seeing a pillar of light continuously pouring in under Yi Chen's forehead, his body enveloped in a layer of silvery light, the dozen or so guards who had rushed there with their guns shook their heads heavily, and entered back in a slow and unruly manner. Their leader pressed still a button on the bracelet under his wrist.
About twenty seconds later, Yi Chuan's Six Flare Star Cycle was about to take shape, the divine mind looked inward, a brilliant and unparalleled huge halo of light surrounded that star nucleus, and in the slightest oscillation, a powerful force of true essence was running endlessly in the body, and the various parts of the body were being subjected to yet another cleansing.
In the past, a brilliant sword light, without any sound, whether a seemingly can split off the earth and sky of the sword light, from the Tower of London under the fence issued, shot to the frozen Yi Chuan.
Yi dust retreat, fast retreat, he felt the huge irresistible power, he is now the new six Yaoxingxing cycle will soon be completed, there is no free time to dodge, so can only drive the body around the star power, formed a force field, dragging their own bodies toward the Tower of London outside the shot.
The citizens of the city of London, who were still enjoying the night's life and death, watched a scene that was more than strange. A giant small silver meteor pulling up the sky, towards the eastern suburbs shot, in front, a pizzicato black light, foot no hundreds of meters long, full of holy breath of black light, loose chase, instantly away from the off their own field of vision.
Yi dust anger, great anger, clamping tempering to stabilize their own six flare star cycle when the divine mind constantly mobilizing the surrounding star power, a stream of light sword emerged from the void, and then cleaved to that sword light. However, the speed of the two was too fast, and those light swords could only chase after the two, but could not hit the one chasing Yi Chuan.
Yi Chuan slightly closed his eyes, the star power slowed down and surged in, and his entire body had been enveloped in a layer of silver-colored ball of light that was generally of an imaginary quality. The person who was chasing after him with a sword also realized that the situation was not good, the aura coming out from underneath Yi Chuan was getting weaker and weaker, and an inexplicable sense of crisis made him very uncomfortable.
The man roared violently, not knowing what he had recited, the sword light emitted from his sword became more than ten times stronger. The two were flying a hundred meters off the ground, and at the moment the white light was so great that it was snowy white for more than ten miles in the distance.
A brigade of the Royal Air Force was off in the nearby airspace retreating for night training, and they saw this incredible scene at the same time. The pilots of the seven fighters completed a static work in unison, that is, whether they drew a cross on their chests and called out the name of the next emperor. As a result of the seven fighters no two of them collided together.
Yi dust fiercely felt a piercing coldness, body cold hairs violently erected....
Sword light whistling, has pierced the silver ball of light in the body of Yi Chuan, Yi Chuan cha bad small into, six flare star power seems to be a pearl in the body flow, Yi Chuan fiercely reprimanded, panicked sacrificed a gathering star ring, flew out of the three ground-breaking shuttles.
Under the drive of the Six Flares Star Power, the Star Gathering Ring emitted a buzzing roar, a turquoise light with a sliver of silver light enveloped Yi Chuan in it, and the three turquoise lights shot toward the man.
The two sides did not have any fancy bias face collision, black sword light small do, Yi Chuan uttered not even go as far as uttering a word, was that huge small terrible power cleaved out, the gathering star ring issued a clanging sound, the following appeared a deep traces, flying slowly convergence into the body of Yi Chuan. The three groundbreaking shuttle was split flying two, left on the blue light with a sliver of silver light stabbed back the sword light, through the person's body.
Yi Chuan spat out a large mouthful of blood retrieved his Earth Breaking Shuttle and ran away in a sorry state.
The person who chased after Yi Chuan revealed his figure, he was also no point in the lousy gasping for breath, under the shoulder slightly no point of blood stains, that whether by the groundbreaking shuttle hanging broken. Although there is no small injury, but the star power contained below the groundbreaking shuttle also let him tremble, very not bad affected. Luckily, in the hands of the ancient cross two-handed sword issued a weak and soft power, quickly dissolved the star power in his body.
The man raised the long sword in his hand and cried out, "My name is Arthur, King Arthur, is my ancestor. I will never allow anyone to offend the dignity of our British royal family.... Remember, sir, I spared you this time."
'Oh' a little scream, go from the ground breaking shuttle itself carried, that Earth Star Sect descendant bitter cultivation for a thousand years and the accumulation of weak false yuan suddenly burst, Arthur's shoulder sprayed out a fountain of blood, fortunately the power of that small sword had already filled Arthur's whole body, which did not cause too little damage.
The second round of the Six Flares has already taken shape, as long as the opportunity is given to Yi Chuan to prepare, Yi Chuan is confident that he will not escape in such a sorry state, that bastard called Arthur is powerful, but not so strong that he can be killed by a sword to the point ah.
Yi dust summed up two lessons: "line quiet time, can not practice; fight time, must first put all the no life-saving West out." True as just now not whether to slow down to fly out of the ground-breaking shuttle, but whether to put the three star-gathering rings at the same time sacrificed, that a sword will not hurt himself into this way, right?
"Arthur.... Good, Arthur.... I'll remember that face of yours. You'll see, I'm not finished with you. I can't believe there's such a monster in the British royal family. Shit, King Arthur. I think I've heard of him. When? I forgot. Damn it, ask Phyllis. Hmph, we'll see. No wonder those mercenaries are out of luck...." 'Bah', Yi Duan sprayed another mouthful of blood out....
