Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

Chapter 513 3 Big Cat Catching?

Chapter 513 Three Cat Catchers?

Just as they turned to leave, the flute master's mocking voice rang out again:

"Ah, how come one of your four great cat catchers is missing now? Where did Zhui Ming San Lang go?"

The sound was like a sharp knife, instantly cutting through the originally tense atmosphere.

"!"

Hearing this, Wu Xin Yiqing clenched the tail of the sword tightly in an instant, and a hint of imperceptible panic and anger flashed in his originally calm eyes, but he quickly calmed down.

He slowly turned around, still with that respectful look on his face, bowed deeply again, and said:

"Sir, you don't need to worry about Du Zong's traitors."

Although he spoke calmly, the slightly trembling tip of his tail still revealed the turmoil in his heart.

"Damn it!"

When the cold-blooded Er Niang heard this, her eyes became stern and she clenched the spear in her hand slightly. She hated other people's provocations against Du Zong the most, let alone this kind of ridicule that hit her sore spot.

She took a step forward, standing in front of Wuxin Yiqing, staring at the flute player with cold eyes.

"It's none of your business to comment on Du Zong's affairs. Mind your own business!"

Her voice was like frost, and she exuded a coldness that kept people at a distance.

Iron Claw Wuneng was also angered by these words. He slammed the three-toothed rake in his hand heavily on the ground, making a dull sound, and shouted loudly:

"That's right! Don't go too far, cat. If you keep talking nonsense, I won't be polite!"

His face was full of anger, and the hair on his body stood up slightly because of anger, making him look like a volcano about to erupt.

"Hum..."

A hint of teasing flashed across the flute player's face again. He raised his eyebrows and drew out the notes.

"Yes, he is a traitor. Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't expect that your Duzong would have such a traitor!"

He crossed his arms, a malicious smile on his lips, and glanced back and forth at the three of them. Then he changed the subject.

"However, I still advise you to get out of here right away, you fence-sitters. Otherwise, if you stay with Lord An, I'm afraid something bad will happen!"

Wu Xinyiqing's brows furrowed for a moment, a hint of displeasure flashed across his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure and responded respectfully yet firmly:

"Don't worry about these things. After all, we all work for Master An, don't we? Master An values our ability to get things done, not our groundless suspicions."

"We will handle the Du Zong matter ourselves. But you, in this desolate wilderness, controlling these cats with your flute, are you planning to present some great gift to Lord An?"

"Humph……"

The cold-blooded Er Niang snorted coldly and took a step forward, leaning the spear in her hand casually on the ground, but it was hard to hide the cold aura around her.

"Master Flute Master, instead of worrying about us, you should think more about your own situation. Are you mocking us because you feel guilty? Are you afraid that we will disrupt your good fortune?"

Her eyes were like knives, piercing straight at the flute player.

Iron Claw Wuneng also stepped forward. He carried the three-toothed rake on his shoulder and said in a muffled voice:

"I think you're just looking for trouble! If you have some free time, why not have a fight and see who's more capable!"

His muscles were tense, his huge body leaning forward slightly, as if he was ready to attack at any time. His green cloak rose and fell with his movements, like a flamboyant battle flag.

"Ugh……"

The playful smile on the flute master's face became more and more obvious. He raised his chin slightly, his eyes full of contempt, raised his eyebrows and said:

"What's wrong? You guys want to fight me? Even your clan leader might not be my opponent. Just you four Cat Catchers? Oh, no, one Cat Catcher is missing, so should we call you Little Life Cat Catcher now?"

He deliberately emphasized the word "short life" and his tone was full of sarcasm.

"Ah—that's too much bullying!"

Iron Claw Wuneng was already filled with rage due to the previous provocation, and now when he heard the flute master's humiliation, the rage on his face instantly exploded, his eyes widened into the size of copper bells, his eyeballs were bloodshot, and his face flushed red, like a ripe tomato.

The veins on his forehead were like twisted little snakes, beating violently with his heartbeat.

"Don't be so arrogant! I, the Iron Claw Five Powers, don't care who you are. Since you humiliated the Du Zong like this today, don't even think about letting it go!"

Along with this roar, the muscles in his thick arms bulged high, and his hands tightly grasped the huge three-toothed rake. The veins in his arms were prominent due to the force.

Then, he swung the rake suddenly, causing a gust of whistling wind. The wind was sharp and piercing, and the sand and stones on the ground were swept up by this powerful force, forming a small sandstorm, as if foreshadowing the outbreak of a fierce battle.

"calm!"

When Lengxue Er Niang saw that Tiezhua Wuneng was about to attack, her eyes suddenly became stern. She reacted extremely quickly, rushed forward in one step, stretched out her slender and powerful arms, and forcefully stopped Tiezhua Wuneng.

There was a hint of calmness and rationality in her eyes, her lips were tightly pursed, and her expression was serious.

Turning to look at the flute player, her eyes were as cold as ice, as if they could freeze the air around them, and her tone was full of disdain:

"Master Flute Master, you are so arrogant! You are just showing off your eloquence. If a fight really breaks out, it's hard to say who will win or lose. Besides, we all serve Master An. If we start killing each other over such a small matter, it would be bad if Master An heard about it."

As she spoke, the spear in her hand shook slightly, and the spearhead flashed coldly in the dim light, like a beast ready to pounce.

Wu Xin Yiqing frowned, and the muscles on his face twitched slightly, obviously hurt by the flute player's words.

His tail trembled slightly with anger, and his body tensed unconsciously.

But he quickly forced himself to remain calm, took a deep breath, and tried to suppress the anger surging in his heart.

A hint of gloom flashed across his eyes, and then he returned to his calm demeanor. He put on that respectful yet sharp smile again and slowly said:

"Master Flute Master, it is not the place of outsiders to interfere in the affairs of the sect. We respect you as a senior and have always treated you with courtesy. We hope you will refrain from further rudeness. We all perform our duties and work together for Master An's great cause. Why argue here?"

"Hehe, you're telling me this?"

The flute player didn't care, and still had that disgusting, mocking smile on his face.

He stood up slowly, his black robe fluttering in the wind, like a demon with spread wings.

He emanated a powerful aura, and the air around him trembled, as if suppressed by an invisible force.

He slowly raised his hands, and a faint light gathered between his palms. The light flickered, revealing a mysterious and dangerous aura, as if it was a call from the abyss, and it seemed that it would launch a fatal attack at any time.

"Hey, what's up? Just because I said it right, you're using Lord An to pressure me? I want to see how long you can hold back."

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