The moment when Tsuitaro turned around, the last hand of the tatami owner had fallen on the tatami, and blood was pouring in the cut of the broken arm wound.

It turned out that Hitoro subconsciously cut off the arm that had attacked him with one move, and the broken arm boss completely turned into an armless boss.

The tip of the juicy-shaped knife was pressed at the throat of the tavern owner. The people at the door exclaimed. Two soldiers rushed in and pulled the knife and put it on the neck of the sneak attacker.

The two tavern guys had long been scared and limp, and one of them had even been scared to death. The thugs under Eagle Hachiro were now inferior to a dog.

Hinaro let his subordinates simply bandage his wounds. This pain was like a mosquito bite him. "Why did you kill me? Why... say!"

The shopkeeper whose roar broke his hand was getting paler and more and more ferocious, and he muttered in his mouth, "Why? Why are you... You are just a bad gambling guy four years ago, you are just a mud under our feet, why are you soaring into the sky! Why are you..."

"I don't agree, I don't agree with you! Why should the Prime Minister recognize you as his son? Why can you be awarded the title? Why..."

Hitotaro yelled, "Baga! Why? I have protected the Prime Minister with my body, and I have followed the Prime Minister and were born and died at the Shuri City Gate bloody battle..."

"Just because I am in Austria, I have killed foreigners! Just because I have fought with my brothers under Osaka City! Just because I once entered the imperial city of the Qing Empire... I have won my life for me, why do you ask?"

Hidetaro was dissatisfied, he was dissatisfied with his life or death. He saw so much contribution from all over Ryukyu. How could you, as my old acquaintance, not see it?

After saying this, countless Japanese immigrants present nodded, and they all turned their condemnation to the bloody boss of the broken arm, and the atmosphere was so annoying.

"Why is this human heart so dirty? Can't you be ashamed of others? Jealousy is going to hell... Namo Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva!"

"It's just jealous. In the past, Hidetaro was bullied under their hands. He threw a rice ball on the ground like feeding a dog. He was used to bullying people, so he couldn't stand others now? Alas..."

The crowd was talking, and Hoshitaro's expression also became cold. The tip of his knife gently moved forward and pierced the skin and oozed blood. "Give me a reason, otherwise you must die!"

"Hahaha...reason? Do you need a reason? I'm just jealous of you, I'm already crazy!" The shopkeeper broke the arm burst into tears. "But I'm not jealous of your credit, I'm just jealous of why you have such an opportunity..."

"Yes, what I am jealous of is that opportunity! Why can you make contributions from the dragon on the battlefield? I also understand kendo, and I also want to make contributions to becoming a real warrior! But why don't I have this opportunity..."

"Woooooo..." He cried like Devil's Crying, "Military merits are all earned by myself, I'm never jealous, but why don't I even have a chance to get started? Why am I a thug bully all my life, but you can enter the army and start accumulating military merits?"

"I don't accept it! I'm jealous! Why can't I have such a chance to get to that threshold? I hate it so much, I hate my poor life..."

The crying moved everyone, and the anger in Hitotaro's heart was washed away by the crying, and even the Japanese immigrants present wiped their tears.

Yes, in Japan that era, the lower-level people wanted to change their destiny but could not even touch a threshold, and the class was solidified to the point where they could not be broken. They were not jealous of the virtuous, they were just jealous of an opportunity to enter the threshold.

Let’s not talk about making meritorious service and titles. Many people don’t even have the chance to enter at that door. Social injustice has reached its peak.

No one is born to be a bully or a ronin... but they have no choice. They don't have any chance to move upwards. Looking around, their lives are all dark, without any light at all, and they are so lifeless that they are desperate.

Hitotaro put away his sword and put on his coat with the help of the guards. "I won't kill you, I will keep you and look at you from time to time. Whenever I see you, I will think of my past, and I will cherish my current life more!"

After saying that, Hoedaro turned his head and walked away and shouted loudly, "What is the Chinese order? Why is the Chinese code the fundamental constitution? What exactly is the Prime Minister protecting? Today I understand, and I understand thoroughly..."

"Godfather is not trying to equalize the wealth, nor is he trying to support lazy people. Godfather is just trying to open the door for mutual circulation among all classes, so that people can work hard and accumulate merits, and use their own hands to change their destiny!"

"You can't be like the past anymore. Looking around, there is no clear road, and you can suffocate people to death... and you can suffocate them to death!"

"From today on, a new era has really come, and the old era has really been broken! The Prime Minister is right, the Chinese Code opens a new era... Poor old guy, you know you can no longer keep up with that new era, so you are desperate, so you collapse!"

Speaking of this, Hitotaro looked back at this familiar dilapidated house for the last time. "You are so desperate that you dare not look at the happiness of the future! But I am different. I want to see with my own eyes how this new era will reach... Everyone present can see it!"

"I sympathize with you! You poor destiny!"

After saying that, Tingtaro walked out of the Renhutong with a meteor, and thousands of golden lights on the sun spread on him. At that moment, he really had a bit of aristocratic spirit.

"Ah..." The despairing wolf howls came out in the tavern, and the shopkeeper broke the arm went completely crazy. He kowtowed to the two guys wildly, "Give me some fun... Please give me some fun? This is hell, this is hell..."

The boss who lost both hands, let alone integrate into the Chinese clan, cannot even guarantee his basic survival. Living is a hell punishment for him.

The blood-stained ribs pierced into his chest, and blood splattered, but a relaxed smile appeared on his face. For him, death was really a relief.

All the Fuso immigrants on the hillside looked at the scene in front of them and burst into tears. "Yes! That old era in the past... it was really miserable!"

"I want to join the Chinese clan! I want to join the Chinese clan like Lord Bingtaro! I will never live in this dark sky again! I am not born with a bad life!"

Countless Japanese immigrants burst out with the same roar at this moment. Only in comparison can people know what happiness is!

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