Han Long loudly encouraged his men, "Kill him, and you'll be rewarded with a fiefdom for his wife and children, and plenty of women and wealth!"

Hearing the allure of women and wealth, the remaining seventy-odd men in black perked up and immediately pounced on them again.

Liu Wei and his companion narrowly avoided the opponent's sneak attack, but ended up in a very disheveled state.

But at this moment, Zhang Baiqi's gaze towards Liu Wei completely changed, showing no trace of hostility.

In Zhang Baiqi's eyes, Liu Wei was the leader of the Mohist school and his own leader. Moreover, Liu Wei had just intervened in time to save him from a lime attack. Zhang Baiqi's heart was already filled with respect for Liu Wei.

Seeing the remaining men in black charging towards him, before Liu Wei could even give the order, he stepped forward to meet them.

Suddenly, they were locked in a fierce battle.

These assassins gradually became reckless in their fighting style; even if they were missing limbs, they would try to get close and entangle Liu Wei and his companion.

Liu Wei could still handle the situation calmly, but he had to be highly vigilant. After all, one man could not fight against many, and if they got close and entangled with him, it would be a devastating blow to his soldiers.

Zhang Baiqi, however, was already in a state of disarray, suffering several sword wounds.

Seeing that Zhang Baiqi was at a disadvantage, Liu Wei occasionally drew his sword to help him out of danger.

Seeing that the desperate fight was effective, Han Long continued to order his men to recklessly approach Liu Wei, even at the cost of their lives, to grab Liu Wei's hands and feet. In this way, no matter how capable Liu Wei was, he would have no choice but to surrender.

This put Liu Wei in a somewhat dangerous situation.

Several times, those assassins risked their lives to grab Liu Wei's legs, and he was almost entangled by them.

The Zhen family mother and daughter, who were hiding behind the door, were all on tenterhooks. Zhen Mi's palms were sweating, and she kept muttering, "Sir, you will win! Sir, you will win!"

Just then, a cloud of dust rose from the direction of Wuji County, and the sound of horses' hooves was deafening. Thousands of cavalry swept over like a black cloud.

Soon, they arrived at the gate of Zhenjia Village. The leader, a burly man with a bronze face, roared:

"Who captured my sworn brother? Show yourself to me, General!"