Xu Fei glanced over and saw numerous burly men in black clothing, roughly a hundred by his estimate.
The key wasn’t their numbers, but the ten or so shadowy figures he noticed. These figures, draped entirely in black from head to toe, were hard to discern clearly.
Unlike the other black-clad men, who either stood orderly or rested in the lounge, these figures hid in dark corners—ceiling crevices, stairwells—like assassins lurking in the night.
More crucially, Xu Fei sensed the flow of true qi from them, combined with his experience from the previous day.
He immediately identified them.
“It looks like there are at least a dozen ninjas. I didn’t expect Qiu Shan Hongyi to take me so seriously!”
Xu Fei sneered. He was here to cause a scene anyway, so he didn’t hesitate.
He kicked open the gate with force and strode out aggressively.
The black-clad men inside weren’t fools. This gate was only used in emergencies, and even then, it was meant to be opened from the inside, not the outside.
Seeing Xu Fei’s menacing approach, they quickly understood and shouted, “Enemy invasion! Grab your weapons and charge!”
As the saying goes, one call rallies a hundred. One sharp-eyed man in black raised the alarm, and others immediately responded.
Before the fight began, none of them showed fear, confident in their numbers—hundreds of brothers strong.
Most people would faint at the sight of such a swarm rushing forward, let alone muster the strength to resist.
Xu Fei had no interest in wasting words with these hundred-plus lackeys. He drew his silver needles, tossed them into the air, and controlled them with true qi to attack.
Almost one needle per target, Xu Fei precisely struck their lethal or sleep acupoints upon contact.
His speed was so swift, and the true qi manipulating the needles so subtle, that the needles themselves were nearly impossible to track.
To the surviving black-clad men, Xu Fei seemed like a god of death, slaughtering their comrades with bizarre techniques.
“I can’t hold on! Brothers, I’m done!”
If one were in their shoes, the pressure would feel overwhelming.
Finally, someone broke, shouting those words before tossing aside their long blade with a clang.
People are swayed by social dynamics—once one person gives in, fear multiplies infinitely in others.
They began crying out, frantically discarding their weapons, ready to scatter and flee.
Xu Fei watched them coldly. It didn’t matter where these men escaped to.
Today, his mission was to uproot the Qinglong Society completely.
He believed that once the Qinglong Society was dealt with, the real power behind it would send more men—or even confront him personally.
That would be when Xu Fei could truly shine. He knew that if he took down the mastermind as well, he couldn’t be certain if this territory would truly return to the Kawashima family’s control.
But one thing was certain: Xu Fei would complete the task entrusted to him by Kawashima Yosuke.
