"Damn it, come on!"
Leng Shao roared, brandishing his saber.
"Don't be cowards, all of you."
"Come on, keep it coming."
Old Wei and Xiao Bao snarled ferociously.
The thugs under Little Mustache were numerous, but none of them were capable or willing to fight. These people were only good at bullying old fishermen, but when faced with a tough opponent, they turned into a disorganized mob.
Leng Shao and his two companions fought fiercely.
Dozens of thugs fell in a heap.
The rest either retreated or fled. None dared to fight back. Even Little Mustache, who had been so arrogant at first, had now turned his direction and was running towards Jin Yu.
"What's going on?"
Jin Yu asked with a casual smile.
"Third Young Master, we can't win. Those guys are too strong, and my men are too low-level. If we keep fighting, it'll just be sending them to their deaths. Please send some experts, we really can't do it!"
Little Mustache spoke from the heart.
He didn't want his brothers to die in vain.
"You can't win?"
Jin Yu asked with a sinister smirk.
"Yes, yes, we really can't win."
Little Mustache nodded and bowed, trembling.
"If you can't win, what use are you?"
As Jin Yu spoke, he beckoned. The dragon and phoenix twins beside him stood up. The male smiled but didn't move, while the female suddenly stepped forward, slashing towards Little Mustache's neck.
A cold glint flashed.
Little Mustache's eyes widened in disbelief!
He clutched his neck with both hands, blood spurting from between his fingers. He refused to accept the reality, but reality was that cruel. He was useless, and he could die.
"Gurgle, gurgle!"
Little Mustache's throat let out a strange cry.
Thump.
Little Mustache fell to the ground, convulsing.
"Useless!"
The female assassin sneered dismissively.
"Someone!"
The male assassin laughed arrogantly, waved towards a dark corner, and then pointed at Ye Zixiao's location, saying, "Except for that woman, disable all the others, but don't kill them."
"Understood, go!"
A response echoed from the darkness.
In an instant, over a dozen experts dressed in suits shot out like projectiles, rushing towards Ye Zixiao's location. They were not carrying guns, but each held a triangular bayonet.
These were highly professional assassins.
They were assassins specially trained by the Jin family.
"Be careful."
Leng Shao shouted, raising his saber to meet the Jin family assassins. After a fierce clash of icy blades, Leng Shao managed to push back an assassin, but he didn't injure the assassin at all.
"Damn it, this is tough!"
Leng Shao gritted his teeth and breathed heavily.
Just pushing back that one assassin had almost exhausted him. He was a Martial King, and facing one-on-one was this difficult, which showed that the assassins were at least Martial Kings themselves.
"What should we do?"
"I, I, I'm probably not strong enough!"
Old Wei and Xiao Bao were already feeling nervous.
The three Leng Shao brothers were impulsive, yes, and they dared to fight, but they weren't complete fools. They knew their own limits and wouldn't easily rush into death if they knew they couldn't win.
The three brothers stood back-to-back.
They were quickly surrounded by the Jin family assassins.
The Jin family assassins were expressionless, like soulless beings. Each holding a triangular bayonet, they slowly advanced, neither fierce nor shouting, but exuding an extremely strong killing intent.
"Go, disable them."
The assassin leader gave a cold command.
Whoosh—
In an instant, over a dozen assassins rushed forward. More than a dozen bayonets struck simultaneously. This weapon was terrifying; once it pierced a person's body, pulling it out would bring out chunks of flesh and blood.
Even more terrifying was.
The wounds inflicted by the triangular bayonet.
They were extremely difficult to heal!!!
"Damn, so fierce."
"Damn, so powerful!"
"Be careful..."
The three Leng Shao brothers cried out in alarm. They were all nervous, but they didn't back down. Knowing they were completely outmatched, they didn't want to flee disgracefully in front of Ye Zixiao.
After a fierce clash of weapons.
The weapons of the three Leng Shao brothers were knocked away.
It was clear that, due to Young Master Jin San's orders, these stoic assassins did not aim to kill. Their objective was to disable the three Leng Shao brothers; otherwise, they would have been impaled.
"We're done for!"
"We really can't win!"
"Brother Xiao?!"
The three Leng Shao brothers finally panicked.
They instinctively turned to look at Ye Zixiao.
At this moment, Ye Zixiao was leaning back on the sofa, eyes closed and resting. He seemed completely unaware of what was happening, and he also seemed to not care about his brothers' lives?!
"Brother Xiao?!"
The three Leng Shao brothers shouted simultaneously.
They were not asking for help.
But it was obvious they were begging for help.
"Hehehe!"
The stoic assassin leader walked forward with his hands behind his back. He glanced dismissively at Ye Zixiao, then said to the three Leng Shao brothers, "You've really had bad luck following a boss like this."
"Go to hell."
"Come on, keep fighting."
"We are willing to die for Brother Xiao."
The three Leng Shao brothers were enraged.
They did not blame Ye Zixiao, nor did they consider running away. They quickly picked up the fallen knives, gritted their teeth, and prepared for a final desperate struggle.
"Idiots, seeking death."
The assassin leader laughed maniacally and waved his hand.
The assassins raised their bayonets again.
"Alright, that's enough."
Ye Zixiao, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly spoke.
He also raised his hand and patted Jiang Xiaoyao's thigh.
Jiang Xiaoyao, wearing a short skirt, her slightly tipsy smile disappeared. Her expression returned to its former calm, serene as a painting, once again the otherworldly fairy.
"You're taking advantage of me?"
Jiang Xiaoyao said, facing Ye Zixiao.
"Just a couple of pats on the thigh."
Ye Zixiao still had his eyes closed.
"Your brothers, you don't care?"
"With you here, why would I panic?"
"Junior Brother, you're quite confident, aren't you?"
"With you here, I feel at ease!"
After a brief exchange, Ye Zixiao didn't open his eyes. He seemed very tired, leaning his head on Jiang Xiaoyao's shoulder, almost as if he were about to snore.
"You're so mischievous!"
Jiang Xiaoyao smiled and shook her head.
Their conversation and actions left the group of assassins bewildered. In their eyes, the assassins who the three Leng Shao brothers couldn't handle seemed as insignificant as ants?
"What's going on?"
"I don't know?"
"Are they really not going to help us?"
The three Leng Shao brothers muttered resentfully.
They had followed Ye Zixiao for a long time and understood his temperament. In previous situations like this, Ye Zixiao would have already intervened. But what was wrong with him today? Why was he sleeping?
"Ye Zixiao, you're very arrogant!"
The assassin leader stepped forward, raising his triangular bayonet and pointing it at Ye Zixiao's head, saying arrogantly, "Are you truly disdainful of taking action, or are you simply a good-for-nothing?"
"What did you say?"
Jiang Xiaoyao looked at the assassin leader.
"I said, he's a good-for-nothing."
The assassin leader became even more arrogant.
"Hehehe, you're in trouble!"
Jiang Xiaoyao smiled and shook her head.
Suddenly, from somewhere, two people rushed forward rapidly. They were a middle-aged man and woman, each wielding a gleaming short knife. Before they arrived, their killing intent preceded them.
"There are experts?!"
The assassin leader suddenly turned to look.
But in the blink of an eye.
The middle-aged man and woman had arrived.
Squelch—
The man brought down his knife, severing the assassin leader's right hand, which was holding the bayonet. With another squelch, before the assassin leader could react, his left shoulder and arm were also chopped off.
Squish, squish, squish, squish…
The woman stepped forward and stabbed the assassin leader's abdomen repeatedly. After more than a dozen stabs, the assassin leader's stomach was riddled with bloody holes. He looked down at his abdomen, his face filled with disbelief?