Her originally blackened and irrational eyes instantly became panicked.
The hand holding the fruit knife trembled continuously. Ichiko even stepped two steps away from Sento for a moment, her haggard face showing nervousness and fear.
If there was one person Ichiko least wanted to see, or was even afraid to see, it was Yuna.
This older brother treated her like his own Little Sister, not only taking care of her since childhood but also entrusting Haruko to her time and time again.
And what about her?
She had caused Haruko to close her eyes forever, separated from this older brother who loved her.
The killing intent directed at Sento instantly turned into guilt. Ichiko stood rooted to the spot, her hand holding the fruit knife dropping powerlessly.
She didn't even dare to look up and meet Yuna's gaze.
But as she felt the other person walking towards her step by step, her heart screamed loudly in fear.
Don't come over...
I didn't mean to...
Please don't scold me, I really didn't mean to...
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...
The sound of footsteps stopped in front of her.
Ichiko lowered her head, her dry lips parted a few times, "Chi... Yuna Ge."
Her voice was very low. Ichiko even wondered if Yuna could hear her.
Instead, Yuna's voice came from beside her ear, "What are you doing with your head down? Lift your head."
The somewhat flat voice made Ichiko tremble slightly, but she still mustered the courage to raise her head.
The man with only one arm looked at her, then raised his right hand high.
Seeing this, Ichiko closed her eyes in fear.
She only slightly turned her head, but she didn't dodge, nor did she move her cheek away.
She deserved this slap.
However, the hand did not land on her face.
Instead, it gently stroked her messy hair.
Yuna's deep yet gentle voice entered Ichiko's ears, "Don't be afraid, Older Brother is here. How can a girl do something like this? Go downstairs and wait for me first, I'll handle things here."
His large hand stroked her hair, then Yuna moved past Ichiko and gently pushed her towards the rooftop door with a backhand.
Ichiko stumbled two steps, looking at Yuna in surprise, "Yuna Ge, I..."
"Let's talk about anything later."
Yuna said, his back to Ichiko, without turning his head, "I need to avenge Little Sister now, and it's better if you, Ritsuko, avoid a scene like this."
"I don't want this scene to become a nightmare that haunts you in the future."
As an older brother, how could he let his Little Sister put herself in danger?
Let me, as the older brother, do the things that will dirty my hands.
Yuna glanced at Sento, confirming that this person was unable to get up again. Without even waiting for Ichiko to reply, he pulled her to the rooftop stairwell.
Ichiko quickly said, "Yuna Ge, I... I also want to avenge Haruko, I can do it, I..."
Yuna smiled gently, "Alright, Ritsuko, your hands are trembling. Just leave it to Older Brother from now on, and it's not good for you to see a scene like that."
Without waiting for Ichiko to object, Yuna gently pushed her.
Immediately, he slammed the rooftop door shut.
Then locked it from the inside.
No matter how loudly Ichiko knocked on the door outside, Yuna's expression didn't change, instead becoming more resolute and grim.
Preventing Ichiko from getting involved in such matters was only one aspect.
If she really killed Sento.
What about the revenge from the Yamato Family?
It was better for him, a homeless little hoodlum with no future, to be hunted to death than for Ichiko, who still had a bright future.
Yuna reached into his waist, took out a handgun, and walked step by step towards Sento.
He was different from Ichiko; he would never have mercy.
Even Sento knew this.
When the dark gun was taken out, he lost the chance to beg for mercy.
Leaning against a wall, Sento seemed to truly feel despair and burst into laughter, "Hahahahaha, Yuna, Yuna, you don't really think you can kill me, do you!"
Yuna stood five meters away from him, looking at him expressionlessly.
Sento's face twisted into a grimace, "Originally, I wanted to beg Ichiko, but now, this is your fault! I'll give up my position as the Yamato Family's young master and take you down with me!"
His words seemed intended to scare Yuna away, but the one-armed man just raised his gun barrel with a cold expression, aiming it at him.
The fear of death crawled up his spine. Sento suddenly shouted loudly, "Ye Lao! I... I, Sento, give up my claim to the Yamato Family inheritance, save... save me!"
As soon as he said this, from a shadow on the rooftop, a deep, old sigh sounded, "Enough, young friend. For my sake, spare this boy's life."
A dying old man walked out from a shadow.
No one knew when he had been there.
And even more strangely, the old man's face was clearly nearing death, his body hunched, but he walked very steadily, even with a hint of wind.
Yuna glanced sideways at the old man expressionlessly.
Ye Lao chuckled softly, "Young friend, this is the agreement between this old man and the Yamato Family. If Sento gives up his position as heir, I can step in to save his life. I don't intend to harm you, you should leave."
Yuna frowned, "Leave? He killed my Little Sister, a life for a life!"
He could faintly feel the danger the old man posed, but he wouldn't back down.
He even raised his gun and aimed it at the old man.
But Ye Lao showed no fear at all, smiling faintly, "Young friend, have you heard of Ancient martial artists? (Improving the world setting, this book is not about cultivation or high-level martial arts, focusing on pure love and daily life)
He explained slowly.
"Throughout history, our Da Zhou Country has inherited power through bloodlines and family legacies. Every Ancient martial artist possesses extraordinary strength, plucking leaves to fly flowers, walking on water."
"Even an old thing like me, if I wanted to deal with you, young friend, a single stone would be enough."
Ye Lao looked at Yuna's handgun and scoffed, "What's more, young friend, haven't you heard? Beyond seven steps, the gun is fast, but within seven steps..."
"Bang—!"
A gunshot rang out.
Ye Lao hadn't even closed his speaking mouth when a bullet hole appeared in his forehead.
His widened eyes were filled with disbelief.
Even as he fell, he stared fixedly at Yuna.
As if cursing this young friend for not playing by the rules.
And Sento was already stunned.
He couldn't have imagined that Ye Lao, who had been secretly protecting him and only appeared when his life was in danger, would die so dramatically.
Sento's face twisted, and he couldn't help but curse, "You old bastard, I really want to screw your horse! What the hell are you showing off for!"
It was true that Ancient martial artists were stronger than ordinary people. Under the premise of only using fists and feet, if full of energy, it wasn't impossible to fight a hundred.
But even when cultivated to the extreme, they could only barely dodge bullets.
This was the reason Sento was cursing.
What era was this? Gangs were fighting with guns, and you were still using stones to flick at people?
What could your broken stone flick away from others?
Crow's feet?
Ye Lao was his biggest reliance. Now that Ye Lao was dead, Sento knew he had to face Yuna directly.
Money? Power? Reputation? Women?
This Yuna was just a little hoodlum, maybe these things could make him spare his life.
Yes, that's right, I, Sento, am the Child of Destiny, there must still be a chance!
Sento smiled, turned to look at Yuna, and reached out a hand to speak, "Chi..."
"Bang—!"
Another gunshot echoed on the dull, dim rooftop.
The former Child of Destiny no longer had anyone to protect him.
There was also a bullet hole in his forehead, his eyes wide open, his whole body stiffened there.
He hadn't even finished speaking.
Sento was dead.
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