Under One Person: My comprehension is unmatched.

At Juxianlou Restaurant, Hirata Ichiro, along with his Japanese soldiers, stood in two rows at the entrance to have their portraits taken in advance.

After the portrait was taken, the Japanese soldier entered the restaurant, followed by the guests who had been invited, each bringing a gift.

Li Yunlong and Wei Heshang emerged from a nearby alley, and Li Yunlong spoke first.

"Why are these people bringing gifts? Maybe we should buy some too."

Wei Heshang unconsciously touched his pocket, then looked at Li Yunlong and said.

"Do you have money?"

"Well, I have two border region tickets, but the locals don't recognize them."

Monk Wei chuckled and spoke.

“I’m right. We’re already doing him a favor by coming to his banquet. Why bother buying him a gift?”

"That's right, we don't eat other people's food. Eating his is giving him face. Be quick when you make your move."

As Li Yunlong spoke, he took a step forward and then continued.

"Don't just eat by yourself."

"Don't worry, after we've eaten and drunk our fill, we'll give him a twenty-shot (Mauser pistol) as a birthday gift."

Li Yunlong became a little anxious after hearing what Wei Heshang said.

"Paying respects on a birthday? What birthday? I meant the things on the table."

"Bring back plenty of wine and roast chicken; the political commissar and the others haven't eaten yet."

Monk Wei stopped in his tracks, looked at the entrance of the restaurant, swallowed hard, and spoke.

"Hey, take it easy for now, let's eat and drink our fill first. Don't let the gun go off the moment I pick up my bowl."

"Eat, eat, all you know is eating. Look at you, so pathetic."

Li Yunlong slapped Wei Heshang on the head. Just then, the aroma of food wafted over, and he looked towards the restaurant.

"Yes, yes, let's eat first, what's this about after three rounds of drinks?"

Monk Wei then spoke up.

"The dishes have five flavors!"

"Haha."

The two exchanged a smile and walked towards Juxianlou.

Just as he reached the door, the person with the camera who was randomly taking pictures pressed the shutter on Li Yunlong.

Click!

A crisp sound rang out, and Zhang Yan shook his hand, speaking to the corpse whose neck had been twisted.

"After searching for a long time, your height and build are most similar to mine. You're really lucky."

Zhang Yan's statement that he was lucky was not unfounded; dying so quickly and easily was much better than being tortured to death by Liang Ting.

Zhang Huaiyi, who was standing to the side, noticed the change in Zhang Yan's appearance and spoke up.

"Brother Zhang Yan, what should I do?"

Zhang Yan's voice changed at this moment. He glanced at Zhang Huaiyi and said.

"Isn't it normal for a former disciple of the Celestial Master's Mansion to rebel?"

"Huh? I'm not a disqualified disciple; I just came down the mountain to gain experience."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Huaiyi's face turned green, and he waved his hands repeatedly.

"Pretend, pretend you understand, okay?"

"That won't do either. This is no joke. Absolutely not."

Seeing his eagerness, Zhang Yan took out a black beetle in one hand and a mask in the other, and laughed.

"Then let's choose one. There are many supernatural beings who don't show their faces. We can just have someone we know lead us in."

"Or I could change your appearance."

Zhang Huaiyi picked up the mask from Zhang Yan's hand, put it on without hesitation, and then spoke in a muffled voice.

"Won't this give us away?"

Zhang Yan looked at the mask he was wearing and his big ears, and chuckled.

"Big Ear TuTu, let's go."

"That's a really childish title, but it'll do as long as I can get in."

Zhang Huaiyi followed Zhang Yan's footsteps and walked towards the entrance of the courtyard.

……

"Everyone, please be quiet. Now, please welcome Mr. Hirata Ichiro to give his speech."

As the interpreter finished speaking, the room fell silent, and people took their seats one after another.

Li Yunlong found a spot against the wall and sat down with Wei Heshang. He looked around.

Ha! All the Japanese lieutenants and collaborators have arrived, and there's also one of them, Hirata Ichiro.

At this moment, Hirata Ichiro stood up, walked to the front of the crowd, and spoke.

"I, Hirata Ichiro, thank you all for coming. Thank you very much."

"As a Japanese soldier, putting on the uniform meant a complete farewell to life at home. The military only needed a postcard to recruit me from my mother's side."

While Hirata Ichiro was speaking somewhat sadly, Li Yunlong and Wei Heshang were eating voraciously.

Li Yunlong took a sip of wine and said to Wei Heshang, "What are you saying, wiping your nose and tears?"

Monk Wei choked on the chicken leg, quickly grabbed a handful of peanuts to smooth it out, and then spoke.

"I didn't hear the whole thing, it sounded like they were saying they missed their mother."

Li Yunlong picked up a peanut with his chopsticks, ate it, drank a glass of wine, and laughed.

“He still has a mother? I thought he popped out of a rock.”

At this moment, Hirata Ichiro wiped away his tears and began to sing a homesick tune, while Wei Heshang, accompanied by the tune, ate his rice even more merrily.

At this point, he was completely unable to respond, only making mumbled "uh-huhs" in response, and kept stuffing things into his mouth.

With his mouth full of food, he felt like he was about to choke again, so he quickly picked up the plate of peanuts, intending to perform a peanut-drinking act on the spot.

"Hey, hey, why did you pick up the plate?"

Li Yunlong quickly stopped Wei Heshang's fancy moves and then spoke.

"This is a banquet, everyone here is civilized. Look at your eating habits, leave some for me."

"Your table manners aren't much better."

The monk Wei was interrupted from his spellcasting, so he put down the plate and reached for the chicken leg.

When Li Yunlong saw this, he thought, "They're not leaving me any mercy at all!" So he slapped Wei Heshang across the face.

Leave some for me.

This immediately attracted the attention of everyone present, and one of the Japanese soldiers started cursing.

"idiot!"

"Monk, is he insulting you?"

Upon hearing this, the monk became enraged and turned around to curse back.

Li Yunlong quickly took another sip of wine and said.

"Hey, hey, you can't learn from him, monk. He's ill-mannered and a complete bastard."

Hirata Ichiro walked over and shouted at him.

"Who are you? Who invited you?"

Li Yunlong remained seated and spoke to Hirata Ichiro.

"Me? My surname is Li, and I am Li Yunlong, the commander of the Independent Regiment you are looking for."

"Li Yunlong?!"

Everyone gasped in surprise. With lightning speed, Wei the Monk swung his sword and plunged it into Hirata Ichiro's heart.

At that moment, Li Yunlong also drew his pistol and fired a shot at the Japanese soldier who was trying to draw his gun.

Bah!

With a bang, a nine-ringed broadsword was slammed onto the table.

"Everyone, please be quiet. Now, let's invite the leader of the Blazing Fire Sect to say a few words."

As soon as he finished speaking, the people who had been exchanging pleasantries fell silent and looked towards the door.

A middle-aged man with a large beard and a burly build walked out of the hall. His hands, clasped in a fist, were extremely thick.

He began by saying, "Thank you all for coming, and thank you to Ms. Hirata Yuko of the Hirata family."

As he spoke, he bowed towards the house, and the woman in the kimono inside nodded in response.

He continued, "The fact that everyone is here today shows that you are all people who want to accomplish something great."

"Now the Hirata family has just given us an opportunity, an opportunity for us to become rich and powerful..."

While the leader of the Fiery Flame Sect was talking about a bright future, Zhang Yan and Zhang Huaiyi were eating in a corner. To be precise, Zhang Yan was eating alone while Zhang Huaiyi watched.

He watched Zhang Yan eat and drink, and a little regretful, he spoke up.

"Can I still use Gu to change my appearance now?"

Zhang Yan took a sip of wine, smacked his lips, shook his head, and spoke.

"I can't use my Qi right now, and besides, there are so many supernatural beings watching me."

After hearing this, Zhang Huaiyi sighed, picked up a roast chicken, and put it under the table.

Zhang Yan looked down and saw that he had also brought a bag with him.

"Brother Zhang Yan, I heard that this food was delivered from Juxianlou Restaurant. The chef there is quite skilled."

"Mmm, I can taste it, it's really good."

As Zhang Yan spoke, he picked up a shrimp, which was sweet and delicious, quite good.

"Actually, I saw Brother Zhiwei a couple of days ago, and these things were brought for him."

Zhang Huaiyi secretly swallowed and spoke.

"Oh? He's come to Northwest Shanxi too. How's he been lately?"

Zhang Yan stopped eating with his chopsticks and turned to look at Big Ear TuTu.

Zhang Huaiyi continued working with his hands and spoke.

"He makes a living by telling fortunes, sometimes he doesn't know where his next meal will come from, and I see he's gotten thinner."

"Sigh, then give him more."

Zhang Yan sighed, looked away from him, and when she looked at the dishes on the table again, her tone changed.

"You big-eared scoundrel, leave some for me! Why are you pouring it into the stir-fry too?!"