Rasa crossed his arms, watching this group of people walking out the door with various weapons.
Four princes dying on the first day was enough.
The current Daimyo of the Land of Wind had a total of seven sons and thirteen daughters.
The remaining three oldest sons would be dealt with at midnight. Let them live for a dozen more hours.
Half an hour later, a high-end restaurant in the capital of the Land of Wind suddenly erupted in a fierce quarrel.
This fierce quarrel quickly escalated into physical conflict.
And from physical conflict to real swords and guns!
The three groups of people who started fighting, totaling sixty or seventy people...
Didn't restrain their anger at all. Hot blood rushed to their heads, and they hacked at each other with various weapons directly!
When the public security samurai rushed over upon hearing the news...
The leading captain was surprised to find...
That the leaders of the three groups daring to fight on a large scale in the capital were actually the Fifth, Sixth, and Seventh Princes!
Looking at the three princes lying in a pool of blood, covered in wounds, their bodies still twitching slightly...
Fine beads of sweat instantly appeared on the forehead of the middle-aged captain, who had begun to gain weight.
He knew that no matter what the result of this matter was today, he was finished!
But even so, the necessary procedures still had to be done.
The captain wiped the fine sweat from his forehead.
He roared at the team members beside him, who were scared silly by the scene in front of them:
"Go call a doctor quickly! Don't move the Princes indiscriminately!"
"Also, go notify Lord Daimyo quickly!"
"You two lock the door. No one at the scene is allowed to leave!"
In a remote corner a few miles away.
A dozen men dressed as samurai surrounded a well-dressed middle-aged man.
One of the samurai shouted angrily:
"How bold of you! Do you know who you are attacking?"
A strong man, shirtless with tattoos all over his body and a black cloth covering his face, raised his eyebrows and said excitedly:
"I know. The Fourth Prince, right?"
After the strong man said this, dozens of men around him, also covering their faces with black cloth, laughed in unison.
Seeing this situation, the samurai was shocked.
These hooligans who usually bowed and scraped when seeing him...
Obediently being extorted by him and paying protection fees to him... actually had such guts?
The samurai knew he had probably encountered a premeditated murder.
Otherwise, how to explain the strange behavior of these hooligans?
Thinking of this, the samurai couldn't help but complain internally about the middle-aged man he was protecting behind him.
This Fourth Prince, obviously having a main road to walk, insisted on taking the small path.
And crazily broke precedent by not taking a carriage, walking on foot instead.
Walking to more and more remote places, finally ending up like this!
Although so, the samurai still wanted to make a last attempt to salvage the situation. He squeezed out a smile on his face:
"This is the Fourth Prince. If you hit him, even if you cover your faces with black cloth, we can find out afterwards."
Hearing this, the strong man frowned slightly, a trace of confusion appeared on his face, but soon became even more excited:
"Who said hit? We want to kill him!"
"After killing him, we'll fly far away. The Land of Wind is so big; can you still find us in the boundless desert?"
The middle-aged man surrounded by samurai, who had been silent, suddenly said softly:
"Do it. You dozen people are all well-trained elite samurai. Can't you beat more than thirty hooligans?"
The samurai immediately said anxiously:
"But what if someone sneaks up to you while we are not paying attention?"
The middle-aged man put a confident smile on his face and looked at the two ninjas who had been silent beside him.
"Aren't there two ninjas to cover for me?"
The samurai wanted to say something more, but suddenly heard a burst of shouting and laughter.
He hurriedly turned his head, only to find that the group of hooligans had already charged over.
His face tightened, and he hurriedly drew his long sword to meet them.
The samurai didn't notice.
The two ninjas beside the Fourth Prince had dull eyes and didn't react to the surrounding environment at all.
In the corner not far away, Rasa stared at the crowd beginning to kill each other.
These dozen samurai were indeed elites.
Fighting against hooligans twice their number, they were completely in a suppressive state.
Even if Rasa could give these hooligans psychological suggestions...
He couldn't make their strength skyrocket several times out of thin air.
At most, he could turn them into brainless fools.
Seeing the hooligans gradually falling into a disadvantage, Rasa moved his left hand slightly.
Instantly, several samurai fighting in the field suddenly felt their weapons become incredibly heavy!
Although the weapons only became heavy for a few seconds...
A few seconds were enough for their opponents to find flaws.
Several hooligans seized the opportunity and immediately stabbed their weapons fiercely into their opponents.
With five samurai falling to the ground...
The freed hooligans joined the siege against other samurai, and the samurai fell into a disadvantage!
The leading strong man stabbed his knife into an opponent's chest, then pulled out the blood-stained long knife.
He took a detour and walked toward the Fourth Prince.
The Fourth Prince, with a perverted excited look on his face, looked excitedly at the battle situation in the distance.
He didn't notice the strong man walking over, who was obviously visible at a glance.
The two ninjas next to him didn't make any move either.
Pfft!
The excited Fourth Prince suddenly heard the sound of flesh being pierced by a knife!
He turned his head to look, only to find that the chest of the ninja beside him had been pierced by a knife!
The Fourth Prince widened his eyes in horror.
His brain, which was originally affected by Rasa leading to severe intelligence degradation, suddenly recovered due to extreme fear.
While regretting why he suddenly went crazy to cause these things, the Fourth Prince cried out:
"Someone! Come quickly to protect me!"
However, the crowd killing each other twenty meters away had long been red-eyed with killing and couldn't hear his shout at all.
Pfft!
The Fourth Prince turned to run, but suddenly felt a pain in his chest.
He looked down.
Only to find that the blood-stained knife tip, shining with dots of light under the sun, had emerged from his chest!
The strong man looked at the Fourth Prince who fell to the ground dying with remaining grievances, chuckled.
With a turn of his hand, he slashed another knife at the ninja beside him who was still standing still motionless.
Ten minutes later.
Looking at the tragic scene where no one survived in front of him.
Rasa's face showed neither joy nor sadness. This was all for the future of himself and the Sand Village.
He quickly formed a seal with his hands, and his body turned into a puff of smoke.
To monitor the development of several things simultaneously, Rasa also created several shadow clones.
Now his main body was still sleeping soundly.
Half an hour later, the people of the capital were shocked to hear several heavy pieces of news.
The Fifth, Sixth, and Seventh Princes fought in a restaurant, and finally all three died on the spot!
The Fourth Prince was ambushed and killed in a remote corner!
Civilians in any world loved gossip, and the civilians of the Land of Wind were no exception.
They gathered together to discuss, and finally concluded that this must be a premeditated murder.
Because all this was too coincidental.
And it must have been done by one of the Daimyo's princes!
"Third Brother, did you do it?!"
In a hidden room in the Daimyo Mansion.
The Daimyo's eldest son, that obese middle-aged man, slammed his hands on the solid wood table and roared.