Under One Person: Please Call Me Golden Flash

Chapter 66 Three Similar People
"Me? What abilities do I have? I'm only slightly skilled at escaping, which is why I came here from the three northeastern provinces in such a sorry state."

After saying that, Zhao Zhen also glanced at Zhuang Bingwei with great interest.

"On the contrary, why didn't you stay in the three northeastern provinces? What are you doing in Shanghai? Did you come here specifically to kill me?"

“Zhao Jun is joking. Although I am a member of the Hieiyama Ninja Clan, you should also know very well that my beliefs are different from theirs.”

To be reborn and fully integrate into a new environment, one must undergo a complete transformation. Those who cannot give up anything can protect nothing.

"You are still as optimistic as ever, and your ideas are good. If all your compatriots thought like you, we would be happy to welcome them."

However, only a minority share your thoughts...

No sooner had he finished speaking than a flying needle suddenly shot out from a dark corner toward Zhao Zhen.

At the same time, two warriors wielding long swords suddenly sprang out from the street and swung their swords at Zhao Zhen.

Zhao Zhen slightly turned his body, pinched the flying needle between two fingers while operating the Ghost Needle, and then suddenly flicked his sleeve to throw the flying needle in the opposite direction.

puff!
With a muffled thud, the person who shot the needle from the shadows died instantly.

After doing all this, Zhao Zhen's figure disappeared from the spot again.

Kaka! !
Two more muffled thuds followed, and the two menacing warriors suddenly had their heads tilted to the side as Zhao Zhen cleaved their necks in two with a single chop, killing them instantly.

Bang bang bang~
Zhao Zhen looked up and saw Zhuang Bingwei walking towards him while clapping.

"When Zhao Jun makes a move, he is as decisive and efficient as ever. He is in no way inferior to us well-trained Higanbana ninjas."

"This person shouldn't be one of yours, right?"

"Of course, Zhao Jun is my friend, how could I allow them to assassinate my friend?"

"Friends? Heh..."

Zhao Zhen smiled slightly and glanced at the Japanese troops who were rushing towards them after hearing the commotion.

"Shall we talk somewhere else?"

"my pleasure."

A moment later, in a teahouse on a Shanghai street.

Zhao Zhen sat opposite Zhuang Bingwei, picked up the teacup in front of him and took a small sip.

"Tell me, why did you come here?"

"If I said I came specifically for you, would you believe me, Zhao Jun?"

“Zhuang Bingwei, we’ve known each other for quite a while now, you should know very well that I’m too lazy to waste time on trivial matters.”

"Hehe, Mr. Zhao, I'm not joking with you this time. I came to Shanghai on my teacher's orders to hunt you down."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Zhen showed no sign of panic; instead, she continued to calmly sip her tea.

"Oh? Is that so? In that case, you can make your move now."

“Zhao Jun, I told you, you are my friend, and I would never lay a hand on my friend.”

"We can't really be considered friends. It's just that by chance you taught me some Japanese and I taught you some Chinese."

You want to understand this country through me, and I want to understand my enemy through you. We exchange information and use each other—that's all.

“Even so, I still consider you my friend,” Zhuang Bingwei replied earnestly. “I want to find a way for us to coexist amicably, rather than resorting to force to fight to the death, as things are now.”

"Forget it. In this kind of world, the more confused a person is about their own position, the more dangerous they are."

Those who wield great power but whose stance is ambiguous are even more dangerous.

Zhao Zhen put down his teacup and glanced at Zhuang Bingwei indifferently.

"If it were one of your Hira ninja, one of your comrades, or even one of your teachers who came to assassinate me today, would you still be as indifferent as you were just now?"

Didn't you say it yourself? You can't stop them. So when it really comes to that, will you choose to help me, or will you join them in killing my friend?

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Bingwei's eyes immediately dimmed.

Indeed, as Zhao Zhen said, most people in the Bihe Ninja Clan actually share the same attitude as the military; those who think like him are ultimately only a very small minority.

Moreover, his teacher, who is now the leader of the Hiei Ninja Clan, only wants to cause a ruckus in this war with the Hiei Ninja Clan.

In this situation, how much of an effect can he achieve on his own?

Just as Zhao Zhen couldn't stop the Japanese army from entering Shanghai, individual will ultimately seems too insignificant in the face of national and ethnic ideology.

Seeing Zhuang Bingwei lower his head and fall silent, Zhao Zhen smiled slightly, stood up and threw a few copper coins on the table.

“Zhuang Bingwei, we are both smart people. From the moment we met in the three northeastern provinces, you must have known very well what I am thinking.”

I appreciate your help in stopping the assassination attempt by your own ninja clan, but as an enemy, you really didn't have to do that.

Because if they don't kill me, I will kill them sooner or later; it's inevitable.

Although there aren't many Japanese people I find pleasing to the eye, you are definitely one of them.

But I know all too well what happens to people with such ambiguous stances in such chaotic times, so I really don't want you to end up like that.

If you truly want to settle down on this land, it's simple: break away from the multitude of people, live a secluded life in this land, and go about your life anonymously.

But if you can't let go of your companions, I advise you to give up those pointless thoughts.

Alright, since you've come from afar, this tea is on me.

However, since we are guests, if we stay in the host's house for too long, the host will be unhappy..."

After saying that, Zhao Zhen waved his hand and then gradually disappeared from Zhuang Bingwei's sight.

At the same time, in Zhuang Bingwei's mind, a person who looked exactly like him spoke: "Zhuang Bingwei, although I don't really like Zhao Zhen, I think he's right this time."

If we want to be reborn, we must get rid of those idiots!

"Chūbei, those people are indeed no different from demons in the eyes of the world, but without them, we might have died in infancy."

It's quite interesting, actually. According to the intelligence gathered by the military, Zhao Jun's background is surprisingly similar to ours..."

"Feeling the same way? Is that why you keep chasing after that person?"

"Yes, it's precisely because they are so similar that I want to try to find the answer in him."

"So? It's been a year, have you found the answer you're looking for?"

"Sigh, it's not that easy..."

(End of this chapter)