The interior of Four Seasons House is circular in shape, and the third floor can be seen obliquely from the second floor.

After Ning Yi sat down, he took a glance and found that the person sitting near the window on the third floor was Bao Daoyi.

According to the principles of optics, he can see Bao Daoyi, and Bao Daoyi can naturally see them as well.

However, this didn’t matter to Ning Yi, Zuo Yu and the other two. After all, they knew Bao Daoyi, but Bao Daoyi didn’t know them.

Ji Qian'er, the only 'Double-edged Blade' who could be recognized by Bao Daoyi, was arranged by Ning Yi to be at the innermost. With Li Yun's nearly two-meter-tall huge body as a shield, Bao Daoyi would definitely not be able to see her.

Everyone was concentrating on eating and chatting, and when they were almost finished, Bao Daoyi and his group walked down the stairs in a mighty manner.

Ning Yi glanced casually and found that there was someone he knew in the crowd.

That man was none other than Lou Shuwang, the eldest son of the Lou family, a cloth merchant in Hangzhou.

Ning Yi had long known that the Lou family had found Bao Daoyi as a protective umbrella, but the Lou family was still a relatively pure business family. Even if the two sides were close, it was just a transaction of money and power, which was similar to paying protection fees.

When Bao Daoyi was around, they paid him protection money.

After Bao Daoyi fell, they found other people to pay protection fees.

In this case, there is no need to worry about it.

Perhaps noticing Ning Yi's gaze, Lou Shuwang also looked over.

Ning Yi nodded casually, and the other party also nodded perfunctorily, and silently followed the crowd away.

The two groups just passed each other without causing any trouble...if Bao Daoyi had not become so agitated.

Just as Ning Yi put his attention back on the dinner table, a woman's scream suddenly came from the street outside Sijizhai.

There is no doubt that Bao Daoyi, who likes decent women, probably fell in love with another girl, so he took advantage of his drunkenness and ordered the guards to kidnap her on the street.

In today's Hangzhou city, if such a thing happened somewhere else, it would definitely not cause any waves.

Even Ning Yi, who hates this extremely, will turn a blind eye to it for the sake of the overall situation.

But now things are different...

Ning Yi's heart sank and he suddenly turned to look at Zuo Yu and the other two.

Zuo Yu, who was originally toasting Ji Qian'er in a heroic manner, now stopped there, and the smile on his face gradually faded.

Li Yun, who was sitting at the entrance of the box, also stood up silently, grabbed the spear beside him, and a hint of murderous intent appeared on his cold face.

"Alas, I clearly wanted to let him go, why did he choose to die?"

Ye Zixun sighed sadly, but his hands did not stop moving. He skillfully took out the silver silk gloves and put them on.

Ji Qian'er, whose opinion of the three grand masters had changed, seemed to understand something. The smile on her face faded, and she grasped the hilt of the knife beside her, looking at the three people with a frown.

"Three of you, the military advisor has already made a plan. Bao Daoyi will die at the hands of the military advisor soon. As for now... we should put the overall situation first!"

"What overall situation..." Zuo Yu looked at her calmly and said, "Fuck the overall situation, I am the overall situation!"

Before he finished speaking, Zuo Yu's right hand swung out like lightning, pushing back the half-pulled long sword from Ji Qian'er, and then he put his fingers together like a sword and tapped a certain spot on Ji Qian'er's shoulder.

In an instant, the strength spread throughout her body, and Ji Qianer's muscles and veins became numb, and she couldn't even lift her arms.

This method shocked Ji Qianer, who had never fought with Zuo Yu before.

Several women from the upper echelons of the Ba Dao Camp and Ning Yi's maid Xiao Chan were also startled by Zuo Yu's sudden move.

The accompanying guards from the Tyrant Blade Camp were filled with shock and anger. Just as they were about to draw their swords, two hands wearing silver gloves slapped them.

Ye Zixun embraced the two people who were unable to move, and said with a smile: "It's better for you all to stay here and watch the show..."

As he said that, he turned his head and looked at Ning Yi: "Fourth brother, I know you still have the musket with you, watch them. As long as you don't show up, I promise that I won't implicate the Tyrant Blade Camp..."

Before he finished speaking, Li Yun had already pulled the black iron spear out of the cloth sheath and took a few steps forward. His nearly two-meter-tall strong body instantly smashed the wooden walls of Sijizhai like a chariot and fell towards the group of people on the street.

At this moment, two of Bao Daoyi's personal soldiers were escorting a struggling beautiful woman towards the carriage with smiles on their faces.

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed by, followed by the sound of a sharp blade cutting through flesh and bones.

The next second, blood gushed out like a fountain, and two heads, still grinning, rose into the sky.

Blood rained down from the sky, and when it was about to fall on the beautiful woman, a big hand suddenly reached out, grabbed her arm, and threw her away with exquisite strength, landing accurately on the cloth bag in the shop on the right.

"court death!"

Everyone on the street was stunned for a moment, then they drew their swords angrily and wanted to rush towards the big man who suddenly appeared in front of them.

“Wait!”

A loud shout was heard, and the fat Bao Daoyi stopped his men and looked at the big man holding the spear with a gloomy face.

"Who are you? Tell me your name!"

This person attacked fiercely, and even he couldn't see his movements clearly. It was obvious that he was a top master in the martial arts world.

When a master like this appears in Hangzhou City, he is either here to commit assassination or has been won over by someone and taken under his wing.

The high-ranking officials of the Fang La army who can subdue this man must be the top figures who can compete with him.

Now that he is at loggerheads with Tyrant Blade Camp, there is really no need for him to create enmity over a woman and two guards.

Unfortunately, the big man didn't seem to intend to reply. He just walked towards him silently with a spear in hand.

Feeling the amazing aura from the big man, Bao Daoyi's heart sank. The subtle intuition of a warrior was constantly warning him.

Just as Bao Daoyi was about to speak again to test this person's identity, two silver lights flashed past his eyes.

“Puff——”

“Puff——”

The sounds of two knives entering flesh rang out almost at the same time.

Bao Daoyi was stunned for a moment, and then he smelled a strong smell of blood coming from beside him.

The two guards with the best martial arts skills beside him, each with a dagger stuck in their foreheads and a vigilant look on their faces, fell to the ground with a thud.

"Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

An impatient voice came from the roof. Bao Daoyi suddenly looked up and looked at him fiercely.

He saw a handsome young man sitting on the eaves with one leg hanging down. He was throwing a silver flying knife in his hand and looking at him with contempt like a scoundrel.

"Bao Daoyi, you're unlucky to run into our brothers today!"

"If you don't want to be buried with this fat demon, stay away from me to avoid being killed by me by mistake!"

Bao Daoyi, who had already drunk quite a bit of wine, was instantly enraged by the light words.

Rage surged out, drowning out the warrior's instincts that were mostly paralyzed by alcohol.

"You are courting death, you bastard!"

Bao Daoyi's eyes widened with anger, and he roared, "Kill them for me!"

Before he could finish his words, the big man holding a spear in front of him had already rushed into the crowd.

The jet-black iron spear was like a poisonous dragon that suddenly emerged from the dense net of swords and pierced through the chest of the man in front.

Then, with a thrust of the spear, the burly man lifted up the man's sturdy body like a red tassel on the spear, breaking through the knife light in front and causing blood and flesh to fly all over the sky.

“Puff!”

“Puff!”

"ah!!"

Countless blades chopped on the man's back, causing him to let out a final miserable howl before death.

Li Yun had a stern expression. He held the spear in his right hand and swung it to the right. The body pierced by the spear tip flew out like a cannonball, knocking down seven or eight people who rushed over from the right.

Because he was stopped on the street by Chen Fan and the Ba Dao Battalion before, Bao Daoyi strengthened his own guard.

This time, Bao Daoyi brought more than 30 famous fighters to the banquet held at Sijizhai, in addition to nearly 70 loyal personal soldiers who had fought in the battlefield.

The more than one hundred guards either followed him or guarded the carriage outside the Four Seasons Pavilion.

In addition to them, in order to guard against the Badao Camp, Bao Daoyi also prepared hundreds of elite soldiers, disguised as pedestrians, to follow along.

At this moment, Li Yun rushed out, and everyone took off their disguises, drew their swords and weapons, and rushed towards Li Yun shouting.

"Wow, there are quite a lot of people!"

Ye Zixun clicked his tongue twice, and suddenly threw the flying knife in his hand. It turned into a white light and nailed a monk holding an iron staff to death on the street.

Afterwards, Ye Zixun waved his hands repeatedly and threw flying knives continuously.

Every time the sound of breaking air was heard, someone was pierced through the forehead or the heart by the flying knife.

"This guy doesn't look like a good guy. Take my Xiaoye Flying Knife!"

"And this, a pale-faced scholar, looks like a thief. I'll give you one more cut of your penis!"

Ye Zixun was talking to himself on the roof while choosing the lucky one he liked and sighing in his heart.

As a former agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., all of Ye Zixun's mundane skills are related to agents.

The only thing that can be related to martial arts is this exquisite flying knife skill.

However, his knife throwing skills are just a hobby. To be honest, they are definitely not as convenient as using a pistol.

...It's a pity that Ning Yi is here, so it's not easy to draw the gun.

Otherwise, I can let them see how I got the name of "Thunderbolt"!

Ye Zixun thought regretfully.

At this moment, several heads appeared on both sides of the roof, and then dozens of men climbed onto the roof, grabbed long knives in their mouths, and shouted and killed towards Ye Zixun with ferocious faces.

“Swoosh—”

Two knife lights flashed by, and the handles of the knives appeared on the foreheads of the two people rushing in the front. Their bodies stiffened and they fell to the sides. After rolling a few times, they fell into the dense crowd below.

"Don't be afraid, he's almost out of flying knives!"

A loud shout was heard, and the remaining dozens of people stopped hesitating and rushed towards Ye Zixun, waving their swords.

Ye Zixun smiled, his right hand moved slightly, a ray of knife light penetrated the crowd and accurately hit the talkative person.

Afterwards, Ye Zixun did not take out more throwing knives from the storage space. He just gently threw the last throwing knife in his hand upwards, then held it with his backhand and stood up to meet the attack.

"In that case..."

"Then I'll play with you guys!"