Just as Leitao was locked in a fierce battle with these ninjas, one of them seized a gap in the chaos. Sneaking a hidden weapon from his sleeve, he took aim at Leitao’s back and hurled it with all his might. Sensing the danger, Leitao spun around at the very instant the weapon was about to strike. His broadsword acted like a shield, and with a resounding clang, he precisely deflected and knocked the weapon away. However, this momentary distraction gave another ninja an opening. As Leitao turned to the side, the ninja raised his katana high and struck with full force toward Leitao’s chest. Leitao could not dodge in time, and the katana sliced through his coat, only to reveal the exquisite bulletproof vest beneath. Sparks flew as the blade scraped across the surface.
Enraged, Leitao’s eyes turned bloodshot, his fury erupting like a volcano. He swiftly drew a throwing knife from his waist, muscles taut, and with a flick of his wrist, sent it flying like a bolt of lightning. The knife whistled through the air, piercing the throat of the ninja who had thrown the projectile. The ninja’s eyes bulged, his throat emitting a gurgling sound as he instinctively clutched his neck. Blood gushed between his fingers, and he collapsed stiffly to the ground.
A sneering, disdainful smile curled onto Leitao’s lips. In fluent Japanese with a Tokyo accent, he mocked, "Is this what you call Bushido? It’s pathetic. Was your Japanese Emperor born from a hooker and a gigolo messing around on a rooft…
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