Miyamoto Taro shook his head, his eyes revealing a profound expression, flickering with the slyness only an Old Fox possesses.
"Ghost Swordsman, I know you're loyal to your country and intent on eradicating the rebels of Li Island."
"But just like fishing, we must not be hasty."
"Otherwise, the fish you catch will only be small fry, three inches long at best, while the real big ones will be scared off."
At this, the Swordsman known as Ghost Swordsman widened his eyes.
"Mr. Miyamoto, what do you mean? Forgive my foolishness, but I don't understand."
Miyamoto Taro looked at him, and suddenly a hint of malice flashed in his eyes.
"I must tell you something. The Eight Gates have received the latest intelligence."
"The guys from Huaxia's Evil Dragon Preparatory Brigade have already landed on Li Island."
"And we have evidence that they have colluded with the Red Shirt Army, acting in concert."
Upon saying this, Miyamoto Taro let out a cold laugh.
