After the auction, the string band played a soothing waltz, and the light of the crystal chandelier flowed in the center of the dance floor, reflecting the figures of the guests like a dream. Zheng Wanqing raised her eyelashes slightly, gently tugged at Xie Yun's sleeves with her fingertips, and said in a coquettish voice: "Yumin, let's dance too, okay?"

Xie Yun paused, his eyes swept over the elegantly dressed men and women on the dance floor, his Adam's apple moving slightly. He had practiced martial arts since he was young, and was proficient in horse riding and shooting, but this Western social dance...

"What? A young marshal is also afraid of something?" Zheng Wanqing noticed his hesitation, the smile in her eyes became even wider, and she tried to provoke him deliberately.

Xie Yun snorted, grabbed her wrist and walked to the dance floor: "What a joke, what's there to be afraid of?"

But as soon as he stepped onto the dance floor, his body tensed unconsciously. Zheng Wanqing was amused by his fearful look and gently scratched his palm with her fingertips: "Relax a little, someone would think you were going to the battlefield."

Xie Yun frowned slightly and said in a low voice: "This is much more difficult than fighting a war."

Zheng Wanqing couldn't help laughing. She took his hand and put it on her waist. She interlocked her fingers with his with her other hand. "Follow me. Take your left foot first."

Xie Yun took a deep breath and did as he was told, but because he couldn't control his strength well, he stepped on her satin high heels.

"Hiss——" Zheng Wanqing took a breath in pain.

"Sorry!" Xie Yun immediately stepped back, a rare trace of panic appearing on his stern face.

Zheng Wanqing just smiled and shook her head, tapping his chest with her fingertips: "Young Marshal, dancing is not marching, it doesn't need to be so strenuous." She raised her eyes and looked into his eyes, her voice soft, "Look at me, don't think about anything else."

Xie Yun stared at her steadily, and in those smiling eyes, he gradually regained the familiar sense of control. He tightened his hands around her waist and followed her guidance, adjusting the rhythm step by step. At first, he was still a little awkward, but after a few rounds, he actually followed the melody.

Zheng Wanqing raised her eyebrows in surprise: "You learn very quickly."

Xie Yun's lips curled slightly, and he suddenly spun her around, holding her in his arms, and whispered, "Madam taught you well."

The dance music gradually entered its climax, and the rhythm became more and more lively. Xie Yun learned to lead the dance without any instruction. Although his steps were not fancy, they were steady and powerful, and each step was on the node of the melody. Zheng Wanqing leaned lightly in his arms, her figure light, and the pearl earrings on her ears swayed gently with her movements, drawing tiny streams of light under the light.

At the end of the song, Xie Yun let out a long sigh, and a layer of fine beads of sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead.

Zheng Wanqing smiled sweetly, her eyes curved into crescents, and joked: "It seems that our young commander Xie is very brave in killing enemies on the battlefield, but he needs to practice more dancing." As she spoke, she took out a handkerchief from her sleeve, gently wiped the sweat off Xie Yun's forehead, and said playfully: "Why don't you call me master?"

Xie Yun looked at her lovingly, stretched out his hand to gently smooth the scattered hair on her temples, and said, "Okay, Master."

The lingering sound of the dance music was still lingering in the air of the banquet hall, but in this seemingly peaceful atmosphere, a commotion suddenly came from the edge of the banquet hall. The sound was like a huge rock suddenly thrown into a quiet lake, instantly breaking the original tranquility.

Xie Yun instinctively pulled Zheng Wanqing behind him, and his sharp eyes instantly locked onto the source of the sound. A young woman in a peacock blue dress fell to the ground, her carefully tied hair falling apart, and her pearl earrings swaying violently under the light.

"It seems someone is injured." Zheng Wanqing gently pulled Xie Yun's sleeve, with a hint of worry in her voice.

The two of them quickly walked through the crowd. Xie Yun's eyes were as sharp as a torch. He noticed that the hem of the man's suit that was supporting the woman had a faint unnatural bulge.

"Miss, do you need a doctor?" When Zheng Wanqing squatted down, the moon-white skirt spread out like water.

"No need to bother." The accompanying man suddenly interrupted, helped the woman up and left quickly.

Xie Yun stared at their backs as they disappeared through the side door. A hint of doubt flashed across his eyes, and his thumb subconsciously rubbed the handle of the gun at his waist.

"That woman..." Zheng Wanqing hadn't finished her words when the waiter came forward in a hurry: "Young Marshal, Adjutant Zhou is waiting for you in the side hall."

In the side hall, Adjutant Zhou lowered his voice and said nervously, "Young Marshal, the Green Gang has infiltrated."

Before he finished speaking, the chandelier in the banquet hall suddenly went out. Amid the exclamations of the crowd, Xie Yun rushed towards Zheng Wanqing like an arrow from a bow, with the cold light of three daggers approaching from different directions.

"嶓!" Xie Yun held Zheng Wanqing's waist and retreated quickly. The sharp sound of a blade breaking through the air came from behind him.

The panicked guests rushed to the exit like a tide, blocking the escape route.