At this moment, there was a sudden noise at the door of Juyingju. The owner of the shop rushed out to greet him, but was pushed by a group of officers and soldiers and fell in from the door. He fell heavily.
The shop owner hurriedly got up, nodded and bowed:
"My lords, what's wrong with you? How can a small shop do business in this place?"
Being able to open such a grand inn usually has some connections in the government, but this time the officers and soldiers didn't buy it. They pushed him away and shouted:
"Don't stand in my way. It has nothing to do with your store. We were just ordered to arrest a few people."
As he said that, he walked boldly inside, followed by no less than thirty people.
The people eating inside were all stunned. Those holding chopsticks and those holding things in their hands stared blankly at the sudden appearance of this group of people, wondering what was going on.
Only Wen Xining and the others at the table were still drinking happily, as if nothing happened.
Of course, there is also the man in black opposite Xiao Yunnuo.
The officers and soldiers stood in the middle of the lobby, then stood respectfully to the edge, and a red figure walked out of the crowd in a swaggering manner.
Who is it if it's not the Liu Zhiyan who suffered the loss of being mute before?
A pair of green bean eyes glanced slightly, and his gaze was fixed on Wen Xining's table. He pointed at the folding fan in his hand and said loudly:
"It's them, arrest them all!"
After giving the order, the officers and soldiers rushed towards Wen Xining and the others, but they stopped after taking a few steps.
Everyone looked in surprise and saw that in front of the officers and soldiers, there were two men in green clothes who looked almost exactly the same, and two men in gray clothes. The swords in their hands were not unsheathed, but they were just held horizontally to the chest. The four men were standing in front of them.
The man's momentum instantly outshone the momentum of thirty or so officers and soldiers.
But on the table behind the four people, the people were still calm, eating, drinking, and drinking, as if these things had nothing to do with them at all.
"What? You want to resist arrest?"
Liu Zhiyan relied on his large number of people to confidently walk forward and said coldly.
Wen Xining raised his eyes and looked at Liu Zhiyan, who looked like a clown, with a sarcastic smile on his lips.
Liu Zhiyan was not very capable, but his eyes were sharp. He actually saw Wen Xining's slight smile. He immediately pointed his folding fan at Wen Xining and said angrily:
"You're just a stinky bitch. If you know better, just leave with me, otherwise I'll ask you... ah!!!"
The unbearable words were replaced by a scream. Liu Zhiyan was holding his bloody shoulder before he could recover, and his neck was grabbed by someone.
He raised his head in horror and looked at the man in white next to him who was squeezing his neck. He had a beautiful face and even a smile on his face, but that smile made him feel cold all over. He didn't even know this man.
How did it get to me?
This man... looks familiar. By the way, he is the man in white that I met upstairs before. He seems to be this woman's husband.
"What else do you want with her? Well..."
Beitang Shuo held Liu Zhiyan's neck with one hand and squeezed it tightly with the other. He dared to insult his woman. He was simply seeking death.
"You...you...you are so brave. Do you know who I am?"
Liu Zhiyan was so frightened that he could not speak coherently, and the people behind him also raised their weapons, but did not dare to take a step forward.
"Not interested in knowing!"
Beitang Shuo's hands tightened and his voice was cold and cold. Wen Xining had already told him the identity of this person.
In his world, Liao Bei, there was such a shameless person who, not only molested women, but even after being taught a lesson, he actually dared to lead officers and soldiers to arrest him.
Is this the purpose of supporting these officers and soldiers with the imperial salary?
"Ahem..."
Liu Zhiyan could almost hear the sound of his throat being severed, and couldn't help shouting with his last breath:
"My father is the prefect of this county. If you kill me, you will all die!"
"Prefect?"
Beitang Shuo smiled coldly and then really let go of his hand.
Liu Zhiyan staggered and was supported by his men. Although he grimaced in pain, he still said arrogantly:
"Humph, you know you're scared. Come here, arrest everyone on this table!"
While shouting, he looked at the wound on his shoulder and found that what hurt him was actually a silver crescent moon.
Just before the officers and soldiers took action, some sharp-eyed onlookers saw the crescent moon on his wound and couldn't help but exclaimed:
"Silver Moon Dart? Mr. Yue! He is Mr. Yue!"
The name of Mr. Yue is known to everyone in Liao City.
Although this place is far away from Liaocheng, most of the people present have traveled extensively and are no strangers to Mr. Yue.
This exclamation sounded, and everyone's eyes turned to the stunning man in white, standing alone.
Facing this large group of officers and soldiers, he always smiled with no fear, but the coldness in his smile made people shudder.
How did he hurt Liu Zhiyan just now, how did he get to his side, and how did he grab his neck.
There were so many masters present, but no one noticed it, which shows how high his ability is.
His white clothes fluttered, and his hidden weapon was also the Silver Moon Dart. Even without the Silver Moon Mask, his pure aura convinced everyone that he was Master Yue.
But just because people know who Mr. Yue is, it doesn't mean that Liu Zhiyan, the prodigal son, also knows.
After giving the order, seeing that the officers and soldiers still didn't respond, they immediately became furious.
"Why are you just standing there stupidly? Go and arrest people for me. If one of you escapes, you will take your life!"
Naturally, some of the officers and soldiers knew the name of Mr. Yue, but since their fate was on the line, they had no choice but to bite the bullet. For a moment, swords and spears were all coming to greet him.
Unexpectedly, Beitang Shuo just jumped out of the crowd with a slight leap, landed directly on the chair where he had been dining, picked up a glass of wine as if nothing had happened, took a sip and said calmly: