Spy Wars: I have space, but I choose to work alone

Without hesitation, Ma Liang got off the car, walked up to the innkeeper who was holding the wakizashi and looked unsure what to do with him, and said:

"How much money did that little bastard just now owe you? I'll pay it for him, but you have to give me this knife."

The boss, who was worrying about how to deal with this wakizashi that could not be cashed in and might bring disaster to himself, saw someone willing to be a sucker, and it was a big shot who drove a car. Without saying a word, he handed the wakizashi to Ma Liang and said:

"That little guy just now owes me 20 dollars in total. Just give me dollars."

Ma Liang casually pulled out a ten-dollar bill, threw it to the boss and said:

"Keep the change, please!"

Ma Liang always carried US dollars with him. These days, it was too heavy to carry US dollars when going out. The national government and the people were secretly printing counterfeit money as for the legal tender, so anyone who held it in his hands would be a fool.

On the contrary, the U.S. dollar is a gold-based currency and can be directly exchanged for gold. It is a real hard currency and no one will refuse it. It is no different from carrying gold bars on your body.

Seeing that Ma Liang was willing to give him US dollars, the hotel owner's originally sad face was immediately filled with a smile of getting a bargain. He quietly kneaded the US dollars with his hands and almost bent down to his knees to thank him:

"Thank you sir, thank you sir!"

Ma Liang ignored his boss and went back to the car with the knife.

"Qiang!"

Ma Liang pulled out the wakizashi and saw that the blade was glowing slightly. Tiny spots of rust could be seen on the blade, and there were a few tiny notches on the edge. There were obvious signs of polishing.

Judging from the appearance alone, it is far inferior to a stainless steel knife that can be bought online for just twenty yuan.

However, Ma Liang sensed a hint of murderous intent from the sword. This was the sword of a samurai wakizashi who had experienced actual combat and seen blood.

Many people misunderstand that wakizashi is used for seppuku, but Ma Liang, who is familiar with the culture of daily life, knows that this is not the case. The wakizashi inserted on the belt is a combat sword. Wakizashi usually refers to a short sword used by samurai to pierce the gaps in armor (not for breaking armor) and for close combat, and is usually carried with them.

It is mostly used for self-defense when encountering sudden enemies indoors or in other small spaces (such as narrow alleys) when the katana or katana is not convenient to use.

The short sword is the essential weapon that samurai use to commit suicide by seppuku. A sword that is less than 30cm in length is considered a tool knife and has no combat use.

In addition, swords that are longer than 30 cm but are made using the flat-rooted method and do not have a reversed blade are generally called Inunori and are often classified as short swords.

And it is usually not hung around the waist, but placed in the residence or office, ready to commit suicide by disembowelment at any time.

Wakizashi is also a symbol of samurai status and is usually only worn by high-ranking samurai.

Ma Liang put away the wakizashi and drove after him.

Kenichi Muto walked in the prosperous Shanghai, but he felt disheartened and lonely, as if the world was so big but he had no place to stand.

"Perhaps the traditional warriors have disappeared."

Kenichi Muto touched the short sword in his arms that the samurai used to commit suicide, and muttered to himself.

As a samurai who abides by traditional samurai ethics, he could not make a living in his home country where samurai privileges were completely abolished. He could only sell his last assets and follow the crowd in his country to come to China to make money.

But when he came to China, he found out that the people who made money by taking advantage of their status as ordinary people seized the assets of ordinary people in China, put on a samurai costume and got two samurai swords to extort the people of China.

This made Muto Kenichi, who considered himself a principled samurai, feel humiliated and he disdained to follow it. However, as a traditional samurai, he had no skills to make a living except killing people.

They are unwilling to rely on their compatriots who oppress ordinary people and act as thugs to oppress the unarmed ordinary people in China. Now they have reached the end of their rope.

"Warrior, please stay!"

A strange male voice sounded behind him, and Muto Kenichi turned around immediately, his eyes flashing, and looked at the stranger sitting in the car warily.

Ma Liang was also observing Kenichi Muto closely and found that his finger joints were thick and his arms and calves were strong, but they were different from the strength of those who did heavy physical labor for a long time.

Ma Liang, who was knowledgeable, knew at a glance that this was a special mark left by long-term and extensive cold weapon training.

"Is there anything I can help you with, sir?" Muto Kenichi answered in the Chinese dialect neither humbly nor arrogantly.

Muto Kenichi comes from a samurai family, and his ancestors were wealthy. In fact, most of the upper-class people who live a comfortable life were educated in Chinese culture, and they are proud of being proficient in Chinese culture and speaking the Chinese language.

At the very least, they can write without any obstacles and recognize Chinese characters. Muto Kenichi can speak Chinese with a heavy accent.

"This is your wakizashi. A samurai cannot be without his own katana!"

Ma Liang got off the car, came to Kenichi Muto, and handed him his wakizashi.

Seeing his wakizashi appear in Ma Liang's hands, Muto Kenichi took one last look and said coldly:

"Sorry, this is not my wakizashi anymore! You got the wrong guy!"

After saying this, he turned around and left without any reluctance.

Muto Kenichi's reaction was more to Ma Liang's liking, so he quickly tried to persuade him to stay:

"Wait! I have a job that pays two hundred dollars a month. Is Mr. Samurai interested?"

"Click!"

Hearing the high price of two hundred dollars, Muto Kenichi's resolute steps suddenly stopped. After hesitating for a moment, he turned around and looked at Ma Liang.

"It's true that I'm a samurai, but I don't kill innocent unarmed people. If you're looking for me just to kill someone, I'm sorry, but I refuse."

Seeing that Muto Kenichi still adhered to the bottom line of traditional samurai even at this point, Ma Liang explained with a smile:

"I'm an honest businessman, not a butcher. I don't need a killer. I just need someone to protect my safety! This is my business card!"

Ma Liang handed over his gold-stamped business card as the manager of BAT, and "inadvertently" revealed the special uniform and work badge of BAT company under his windbreaker.

Muto Kenichi looked at Ma Liang's standard outfit of the most awesome BAT company employees in Shanghai, and then looked at the name of Manager Wu on the gold-plated business card. He immediately believed Ma Liang's words 70%, his attitude changed, and he bowed respectfully to Ma Liang:

"Hello, Manager Wu!"

But he couldn't say the next words. As a samurai, Muto Kenichi already felt very humble.

Even when facing the manager of BAT company who could easily change his destiny, he couldn't say a flattering word.

Fortunately, Ma Liang saw Muto Kenichi's embarrassment, took out a checkbook, wrote a few words on it, and then took out six hundred US dollars along with the check and handed it to Muto Kenichi.

"This is your three-month salary and expenses as the security supervisor of BAT in advance. According to your criteria for selecting people, find me 30 people. They can be your friends in China or in China. No industry or age limit. Report to BAT in half a month."