In the attic, after Fan Yize sent Li Daolin away from the courtyard, Xiao Yi, the little boy Xiao Yize, walked to the front of Fan Yize, looked at Mahmood, fainted in the attic, and the small hand was tightly holding the pencil, and his eyes burst into full-eyed hatred.

“One cannot live forever in hatred.”Fan Yize whispered.

"Please, sir, teach me."Then he turned back and said, “Shut up and down.”

“The best way to deal with hate is to vent it, and it seems that on the mountain, your venting is not enough.”Fan Yize Dao.

"Please, sir, teach me."He kept his mind in a state of bowing and pleading.

“Reading, isn’t that good?”Fan Yize asked.

"Please, sir, teach me the ability to kill."Xiao Yu still did not get up and begged again.

“Hate blinds you, it affects reason and judgment, and gives you a choice.”He took out a dagger and handed it to Xiao Yi.

This dagger, Xiao Yi had seen, as thin as a cicada wing, was held in his hand as if he did not feel any weight.

Choose, see the moment of the dagger, Xiao Hao's eyes appeared a deep hatred, the eyes fell on the ground of Mahmud, the culprit to kill his family, he can not help but hand to take the dagger in the hand of Fan Yize, but when his fingers touched the dagger, a gritted teeth back.

Fan Yize saw, the eyes of the glitter silk appreciation, this little boy once again exceeded his expectations, a small age, can do this kind of point, has exceeded countless mediocrity.

Fan Yize's wrist turned, the dagger disappeared into his hand, and said: "The real warrior, dare to face the bleak life, dare to face the blood."Today you can use your reason to control your inner hatred, and I will give you a chance to take advantage of it."

Xiao Yu heard the words, and the small face suddenly showed an ecstatic appearance.

“The housekeeper.”With a summons, the butler came to the attic, and Fan Yize said to him, "From now on, you will teach him the necessary cultural foundation of a qualified warrior."

The base did not refuse, nor rebuttal, just nodded and took a excited Xiao Yi downstairs.

Taking an outsider, for Fan Yize, is an unexpected thing, if not this little boy has too many flash points, Fan Yize could not have taken such a student.

Originally, Fan Yize planned two roads for him, one way is to take the cultural route, cultivate to become Fan Yize's agent in this world, and the other is to cultivate a tough fighter.

Xiao Yi made his own choice, the text is not interested or attractive to him, Fan Yize can only arrange another way for him.

The first road, with Fan Yize, Xiao Hao will become one of the most powerful people in the world, and the second way to choose the second way will be full of thorns, dancing with death at all times, and may not grow up and die.

An emperor's life is rich and old, a thorny future is slim, Xiao Yu made his own choice, there is no choice to turn back.

Everyone has the right to choose, and once they have made a choice, they will bear the consequences of the choice.

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Sometimes time is like a white foal, and there are times like a year.

For most people in Chinatown, the days are really like the years.

The manic Dutch East Indians, growing impatient, and Mahmud's dog legs, jumped cheerfully, and a large number of young Dutch East Indian men gathered more and more outside Chinatown.

Standing on the top of the small courtyard where Fan Yize was located, standing on the top of the house, it was clear to see the Dutch East Indians gathered at the intersection, if not blocked by a large amount of wood, they were afraid they had rushed into Chinatown.

In the hands of these Dutch East Indians, almost a machete, the face of the fierce light gathered together, there were special people to bring food to these people.

These Dutch East Indians were waiting, waiting to attack orders.

Fan Yize is clear about Auterus's thoughts and scruples, and there is only one chance to impact Chinatown, and the time to the Dutch East Indians is only half a day.

Half a day later, the Dutch garrison must act to prevent the escalation of the incident, and at the same time, all the thugs must be killed, and in the first half day, it is best to let these thugs kill all the Chinese.

Looking at the restless East Indians outside, Fan Yize is like looking at the dead, and on either side, these Dutch East Indians are destined to be dead after the riots begin.

Three days passed, tens of thousands of Dutch East Indians gathered, and in Chinatown, a large number of Chinese were also armed, and old and young women and children were all gathered together to protect.

It was also on this day that Fan Yize came to the roof and brought a sniper rifle.

In the small courtyard, the two bodyguards were put on camouflage clothes, and they were fully armed, guarding the door of the courtyard.

Today, the Dutch garrison began to move, and an entire infantry division entered Jakarta.

Outside Chinatown, more than 10,000 Dutch East Indians gathered, and the horn of attack sounded at any time.

Fan Yize quietly observed the situation around him with the microwave radar and sight of the sniper rifle.

A few blocks away, a small inconspicuous building, Autterel used his telescope to see the situation in the distance, the Dutch troops who had entered the city, lurking in the streets, waiting for orders to strike.

Although there was a small episode in the middle, the plan was not much affected, so Autterel did not give up his plan.

Today is the time to receive the fruits of victory, in order to ensure that the scene can be suppressed in the first place, Autterel directly mobilized the strength of an infantry division to ensure that the area of the riots was controlled within Chinatown.

The first time to suppress the riots and to express regret for the Chinese, Autterel was ready to report to the kingdom.

This report goes up, not only will the kingdom not have any punishment for him, but will also praise his performance for the timely and rapid suppression of the riots.

Everything was quite perfect, and if it had not been for Fan Yeze’s existence, Otterel might even have been honored.

"General Simon, let your troops quietly surround the past."Autterel said to a Dutch major general by his side.

"Old school, I hope your plan doesn't have any problems."Major General Simon nodded, and the adjutant passed the order, but the Major General was obviously a little uneasy about Autterel, and if it was not for many years of classmates, he would not have agreed to cooperate with Autterel at all.

"Be assured, all is in the planning, and you are ready to receive the praise of the kingdom."Autterel was confident, a division of Dutch infantry, enough to control the whole of Jakarta.