Miyamoto Keiko tightly gripped the long knife in her hand, hysterically screamed, and stabbed Miyamoto's fourth brother to death.
I didn't know how many times Miyamoto Shigeru stabbed. Jiang Guangrong and Miyamoto Shigeru dared not look back at Chengdu. The strong bloody smell made them want to vomit.
After a while, Miyamoto stopped and ignored them. He held a blood-stained long knife, quietly walked to the beach, and sat on a rock on the sand. The waves washed away Miyamoto Shigeru's shoes and pants. Miyamoto Shigeru seemed not to notice.
Miyamoto Zhi bowed deeply to Jiang Guangrong, then walked without looking back to the small boat moored by the sea.
Jiang Guangrong looked at the calm Miyamoto Keiko. It was not hard to imagine how sad this woman was right now. Jiang Guangrong stepped closer with a cane and sat down next to Miyamoto Keiko. They said nothing.
