Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

Baitang was so angry that his hair stood on end and the bell of justice jingled:

"You bad guys, bullying the weak is nothing!"

"Humph……"

Scarface Cat's wooden stick slammed heavily on the Eight Immortals Table, causing the coarse earthenware teapot to clang and the lid to fly far away.

He tilted his head, and the scar on his face twisted into a terrifying shape as he sneered:

"Want to know the reason? Humph, our clan's power is complex and intricate. Do you think you can survive here with just your shabby shop?"

He ripped open his collar, revealing a hideous black claw-shaped tattoo on his collarbone.

"See? The entire West City Pier is our territory!"

Wu Song held the whistle across his chest, the tip of the whistle gleaming coldly:

"Stop talking nonsense! If you have any grudges, come to us!"

"resentment?"

The scar-faced cat suddenly threw back its head and laughed, the pungent smell of alcohol emanating from between its yellow teeth.

"That old one-eyed bastard is ungrateful and refuses to pay protection fees! Either surrender to us today, or we'll smash this store to pieces! I'm telling you, even if we don't devour you, other forces will come and step on you!"

Da Fei took a half step forward, and the blue bricks under his feet groaned under the weight.

"You guys who bully the market, are you qualified to run rampant in Dazong?"

The veins on his thick arms bulged, and his whole body was surging with energy.

"do not move!"

The proprietress suddenly raised her hand to stop Dafei, a fierce look flashed in her one eye:

"You want me to bow my head? Dream on!"

She swung her pipe violently, and the copper pot hit Scarface Cat's wrist hard.

A melee erupted instantly! Bai Tang flexibly performed the Cloud Step, and the Justice Bell transformed into golden light, wrapping around the enemy's wrist.

Xiaoqing's silken silk was like a spirit snake emerging from a cave, wrapping around the ankles of the gangsters;

Mingyue raised her hand and took off the moon blade on her head. With a flash of cold light, the moon blade instantly turned into two sharp axes.

She tapped her toes lightly, leaped into the air, and her double axes brought up a sharp gust of wind, accurately slashing at the enemy's weapons.

Da Fei used a "Thousand Jin Tripod" to directly knock the gangster who was rushing in the front away and knocked over half of the wooden wall.

"what!"

Amidst the flying wood chips, the scarred cat roared angrily and swung his knife towards Mingyue.

Mingyue was not in a hurry. Her two axes drew graceful arcs in the air, and dazzling sparks collided with the blades.

She turned her wrist, and the double axes transformed from the Moon Blade suddenly turned into vines, tightly wrapping around Scarface Cat's arms.

"Let me show you how powerful this genius is!"

Bai Tang took the opportunity to pounce, and the Bell of Justice hit the scar-faced cat hard on the back, making him scream in pain.

Wood chips were flying in the inn, and the sounds of tables and chairs breaking and fists and feet clashing were intertwined.

The kittens of Xingluo Squad and the thugs of Black Claw Gang were fighting fiercely: Bai Tang was weaving through the enemy group with Cloud Steps, and the golden light of the Justice Bell collided with the cold light of the dagger;

Xiaoqing's silken water is like a swimming dragon, sometimes wrapping around the enemy's wrist, sometimes wrapping around the opponent's ankle;

Mingyue's moon blades transformed into twin axes, each chop brought with it a sharp gust of wind, and the collision with the thugs' weapons produced dazzling sparks;

Da Fei waved his fist as big as a casserole. Although he had several wounds on his body, every punch he threw made the ground tremble, forcing the enemy to stay away.

The thugs of the Black Claw Gang were equally fearless. Scarface Cat commanded his men to form a formation to divide and surround the Star Luo Squad.

The two sides fought back and forth, and the situation was evenly matched.

"..."

Only Mo Zi leaned against the wall with his arms folded, his ice-blue eyes calmly scanning the battle situation.

There was a faint chill lingering around her fingertips, but she never actually made a move.

The one-eyed proprietress leaned against the counter, her pipe swaying with the battle, and a hint of interest flashed across her fake copper eye:

"What? As their leader, you won't take action? It would be bad if these little guys of yours got hurt."

Mo Zi finally withdrew his gaze from the melee, and his eyes fell on the proprietress like cold stars:

"Boss lady, your identity should not be simple, right?"

She raised her hand and stroked the edge of the ice fan, and fine ice patterns immediately condensed on the fan surface.

"They all say that the power of the Da Zong is complex and intricate, but you have been able to survive under the threat of the Black Claw Gang for so long, and even deliberately dragged us into the conflict - isn't that a bit different?"

The proprietress chuckled and tapped the counter with her pipe:

"Little girl, your eyes are really poisonous."

She suddenly swung out her pipe, and the copper pot accurately hit the back of the head of the gangster who was trying to sneak attack Mo Zi.

"But now is not the time to chat—"

Before he finished speaking, Scarface Cat saw the opportunity and led several of his men to break through the defense line, pointing the dagger at the boss lady's throat.

"Old man! Today is the day you die!"

Inside the inn, where sawdust was flying everywhere, the air was filled with the smell of rust and gun smoke.

Scarface Cat's dagger was wrapped in a fishy smell. When it was only three inches away from the proprietress's throat, her hunched back suddenly straightened up, and her whole body was as swift as a sharp blade out of its sheath.

The copper bell's fake eyes glowed with a strange light, and the long black stick at the waist, which had always been used as a decoration, was pulled out with a "swish" - the stick was wrapped with dark red lines, like a dormant giant python awakening, and a mysterious rhythmic halo faintly flowed on the surface.

"Clang!"

Amidst flying sparks, the proprietress's whistle stick was accurately placed across her chest, colliding with the dagger with a deafening roar.

The hooligans were shocked to find that the one-eyed proprietress, who usually had a hunched back and squinted eyes, was now full of surging energy, and was comparable to the group of skilled kittens in the Xingluo squad.

The corner of her mouth curled up into an oppressive sneer:

"You think I've survived this long thanks to these fake eyes? You're so naive!"

“Come and try it!”

Before she finished speaking, the proprietress turned her wrist like a snake, and the whistle stick with a sound of breaking through the air went straight to the face of Scarface Cat.

There is a hidden secret in each of her movements. The way she holds the stick and the skillful use of force are clearly the long-lost "Eighteen Moves of the Wandering Dragon" of the Da Sect!

Wu Song's pupils suddenly shrank, and the whistle in his hand trembled slightly unconsciously - the familiar moves, the flowing rhythm, were exactly the same as what was taught on the mural!

The battle situation was instantly reversed with the joining of the boss lady.

Her whistle stick focused on attacking the enemy's lower body, and combined with her big flying casserole-like fists, she forced the thugs to retreat repeatedly, and the overturned tables and chairs ignited sporadic flames;

Seeing this, Bai Tang nimbly jumped onto the wooden beam, and the golden light of the Justice Bell poured down like a torrential rain, blinding the enemy.

Xiaoqing's water silk turns into a water curtain, sometimes wrapping around the enemy's wrist, sometimes wrapping around the opponent's ankle;

The moon blade of the bright moon drew a brilliant arc in the air, and every time the double axes chopped, they brought up a sharp gust of wind, and the collision with the weapons of the gangsters made a harsh metal friction sound.

However, Scarface Cat wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and suddenly let out a creepy laugh:

"Great! So you hid it so well! But fighting against the clan is not something you can decide!"

He blew the bone whistle at his waist fiercely. The sharp sound penetrated the fierce melee and echoed over the inn.

The next second, a chaotic sound of footsteps like a tide was heard outside the inn, and at least twenty masked cats, holding weapons that gleamed coldly, rushed into the door like hungry wolves.

"No! There's an ambush!"

Xiaoqing's face suddenly changed, and the water silk danced rapidly in the air, barely drawing a defensive barrier, but it began to tremble violently because the enemy was too numerous and we were too few.

Mingyue transformed the Moon Blade into two axes, firmly guarding the front of the crowd. The cold light flowing on the axe blades intertwined with the enemy's weapons;

"Humph……"

Mo Zi finally waved the ice fan, and the biting cold spread instantly. Sharp ice spikes condensed on the ground, temporarily blocking the enemy's attack.

The proprietress slammed the whistle stick onto the ground, and the powerful impact caused the blue bricks to crack.

She turned to look at the kittens from the Xingluo squad, and a cunning and fiery light flashed in her fake copper eyes:

"Hey little brats, do you dare to make a bet with me? If you win, I'll tell you a huge secret of Da Zong! If you lose... you have to rebuild this inn for me!"

After saying this, her whistle whistled out again, stirring up a strong gust of wind, and she vowed to fight to the death with this group of aggressive enemies.