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At the moment when the flying dagger pierced the forehead of the leading soldier, the atmosphere in the entire teahouse seemed to freeze. Then, two middle-aged men from the resistance quickly proceeded to the next step.
One of the middle-aged men brandished a short sword hidden in his sleeve and swiftly approached the second soldier. Unaware, the soldier had not yet drawn his weapon when he was already stabbed by the short sword. The resistance fighter seemed to be very skilled in the art of assassination, striking with precision.
Another man did not directly attack, but instead pulled out a small bow and arrow from his side. His movements were swift and fierce, and he shot an arrow that struck the knee of the third soldier, rendering him immobile.
Upon seeing this, the soldiers began to regroup, forming a circular formation in an attempt to surround the two middle-aged men of the resistance. However, these two men seemed prepared, their eyes filled with cold determination, unafraid of being outnumbered.
Later, the middle-aged man who had already killed two people suddenly launched a fierce charge. His swordsmanship was elegant and deadly, with each attack aimed directly at vital points. The short sword in his hand seemed to have a life of its own, flashing with cold light and constantly taking the lives of soldiers.
Another man, on the other hand, remained calm. He continuously sought the best position and timing for shooting arrows, and every shot he took was able to hit the enemy's vital points.
Under the powerful combat abilities of these two men, the group of soldiers began to fall into chaos. They attempted to launch a counterattack, but were almost powerless against the continuous attacks of the two men.
When the three remaining soldiers realized the situation was dire, they turned and tried to escape through the back door of the teahouse. Their hurried footsteps and obvious panic and despair were written on their faces.
However, they did not notice that Shiva, who had been hiding in the shadows, was rapidly approaching them. Shiva had a somewhat indifferent expression on his face, but his eyes were filled with a hint of anger.
At the moment when the soldiers were about to reach the back door, Shiva swiftly threw the dagger in his hand towards the foremost soldier. The soldier had no time to react, and the dagger pierced directly into his neck, causing blood to quickly flow from the wound.
Next, Shiva suddenly jumped and flew into the air, delivering a powerful kick directly to the chest of the second soldier. The soldier was sent flying by this sudden kick, crashing heavily into a corner of the teahouse and never getting up again.
The last soldier, seeing this, was so terrified that he almost cried out. He turned and tried to escape, but Shiva had already swiftly approached and easily subdued him, delivering a fatal blow with a dagger.
In this brief moment, the atmosphere of the entire teahouse shifted from cheerful to solemn and silent. The once bustling teahouse now only echoed with faint breathing, as everyone was still digesting the sudden chaos.
Shiva lowered his head to look at his dagger, the gleaming blade already wiped clean of any bloodstains. He sheathed the dagger and then looked up at the two middle-aged rebels.
These two people were holding weapons, but their gaze was not on Shiva, but was focused on comforting the tea shop owner and his daughter. The owner's injuries from being pushed to the ground were not serious, but he was pale and trembling. His daughter had tear stains on her face and was tightly hugging her flute, looking visibly shaken.
One of the rebels set down his weapon and gently patted the girl's head, saying, "Don't be afraid, it's all over now." The other went to the owner's side and reached out to help him stand up.
Shiva stood quietly to the side, his eyes filled with admiration. He watched the two rebels handle the situation calmly and effectively in this critical moment, and he also saw their kindness and consideration towards the civilians. He understood that these were the allies he needed, the partners who could resist Agastya together.
As Shiva approached, the two rebels were comforting the father and daughter with gentle words. One of them took out a small wooden plaque with a shield and two crossed swords engraved on it, representing the rebel's symbol. He said, "As long as you have this, our comrades will recognize you. Whenever you need it, we will provide shelter."
The tea house owner bowed deeply, while the girl's eyes were filled with tears as she nodded gently. They had clearly experienced too much fear, and now finally saw a glimmer of hope. Shiva watched the father and daughter leave, feeling somewhat relieved.
Turning around, Shiva nodded to the two members of the resistance, expressing gratitude. However, he quickly realized that although these two men had helped the father and daughter, they were extremely wary of him.
One of the burly men squinted at Shiva and asked, "Who are you? Why are you here?" The other man was more straightforward, saying, "Your skills are extraordinary, but we never easily trust strangers."
Shiva smiled faintly and responded in a calm tone, "My name is Shiva, and we have the same enemy." He paused for a moment and continued, "I hope we can become allies."
The burly man, touching his beard, gazed sharply at Shiva, trying to find any hint of suspicion in his expression and movements. He said, "The current situation is very chaotic. Agastya and his henchmen are everywhere. We need to be extremely careful with every move we make."
The man next to him nodded and added, "Over the years, we have suffered too many betrayals. It's not that we don't want to trust people, but every time we trust, we pay a heavy price for the betrayal. We can't afford to be careless anymore."
Shiva understood their caution, especially in such chaotic times where the cost of trust between people is very high. He nodded and said, "I understand your concerns, and I am willing to prove myself through action."
The burly man said slowly, "In that case, first of all, tell us, what is your purpose for coming here?"
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