Zui Xian Lou is called a building, but it doesnt have one. The front hall receives ordinary guests, while the back is a garden, which is actually the VIP room. At this time, the five people sat down, and Mu Yang instructed the waiter to bring out the best dishes on the table, and then move another jar of aged Luzhou wine cellar.

  With wine and dishes ready, Mu Yang held up his wine bowl and said: "Im a person who loves to make friends from all over the world. Today we meet, its fate, Ill drink first as a toast. If you give me face and acknowledge me as your friend, lets drink together. If not, put down your wine bowl and leave, I wont say another word."

  Mu Yangs words were somewhat hurtful, purely to provoke people, but for these few despicable things, if it werent for the upcoming events, he wouldnt even bother with them, let alone call them brothers.

  "Brother Mo, this bowl has at least six liang of wine. How about we drink it slowly?" Scarface Three was also getting a bit apprehensive - this guy was too aggressive, and this was baijiu, not rice wine.

  "Alright, Ill go first. Please help yourselves." As he spoke, Mu Yang directly picked up his bowl and with a series of gulps, finished the entire bowl of wine in one breath. The four people looked at Mu Yang after he finished drinking and saw that his face wasnt red and he wasnt panting, looking as if nothing was wrong, and they all scratched their heads in confusion.

  The four of them didnt want to drink, but since they were eating at someone elses place, they had to drink too. If they didnt show any courtesy, it would be impolite, so they gritted their teeth and downed the liquor.

  They didnt know that Mu Yangs wine had long been directly put into the system space, and Mu Yangs drinking capacity was just average. Half a catty was just right, and seven or eight liang would make him drunk. If it werent for the system space, he wouldnt dare to drink like this.

  Three of them and another fake soldier had a bit more to drink, but nothing changed, while the other two fake soldiers were already somewhat dazed, but could still barely eat normally.

  "Brother, youve had your drink, can you tell us now?"

  "My name is Muyang, thats correct, but theres a surname in front of it." After finishing speaking, Muyang picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

  The four of them looked at each other, and then Scarface spoke up: "May I ask your honorable surname?"

  "Aixinjueluo."

  "Ah, youre royalty!" The four of them exclaimed in surprise.

  "Its all just a fleeting cloud, the Republic has been around for decades, what imperial family is left? Its just occupying a name that once belonged to them. As for my acquaintance with high-ranking Japanese military personnel, if you dont believe me, wait a few days and Ill take you with me when I return to Beijing, we can socialize together and meet some people."

  "Believe it or not, young master, with your noble birth, is willing to associate with us commoners, its our honor, let me toast you a cup." Scarface Three knew that the Japanese were still willing to win over those remnants of the Qing dynasty, letting these has-beens have another chance to lift their heads, anyway, no matter how out of date they are, theyre not comparable to himself, today really is an encounter with a noble person.

  "One cup wont do, acknowledge me as your friend and lets have another bowl."

  "Ah, bring another bowl!" a fake soldier shouted out, the previous one had just made him dizzy.

  "It must be drunk, Ill drink it first." Saying so, Muyang drank up the wine in his bowl again.

  The four of them smiled wryly. This young master indeed had a good capacity for liquor, and it seemed that today he would make a fool of himself. However, being able to befriend someone like him made getting drunk worthwhile.

  At the scene, those two fake soldiers who were already almost done for, directly got drunk and fell on the table, and just about managed to hold on. Another fake soldier, although struggling to stay upright, was already slurring his words with a tongue that was tangled up.

  Scars three fingers pointed at the two drunken fake soldiers and said, "Subordinates dont know etiquette, laughable, laughable."

  "No big deal, this is just a matter of temperament." Murong said with a grin.

  "Brother is indeed a man of temperament, this wine capacity is truly unmatched, brother admires. Today brother invited me to drink, I, Liu San, cannot slow down and neglect brother, in the county town we can still have a good chat, brother wants to do what or play what just tell me, absolutely no second thoughts." Liu San said.

  "Wait till tomorrow, Ill take my brother to have some fun. The girls in this countryside are not that great, but I know a good place. Theres the daughter-in-law of Wang, the rich man from west city, shes really beautiful and her husband died in battle, now shes a young widow."

  "Brother, Ive already tried it out. At first, she was struggling and kicking, but then I pulled her kid out and told her that if she didnt comply, Id smash the kid to death. What do you think? She became obedient right away. Tomorrow, brother will take you to try it out too, this is a good family."

  The scar-faced man was also getting a bit tipsy, even revealing his own nickname, with a thick tongue shamelessly talking about the dirty things he had done, listening to which made Murongs temples throb nonstop, and his eyes slowly turned cold.

  He had originally thought of fooling the other side and getting away with it, finishing off the Japanese today, completing his second task, and then leaving Ba County. After all, what China didnt lack was little devils; every place was a battlefield.

  But the more he listened to the scoundrels boasts about his own merits, the angrier he became, feeling that if he didnt kill this worthless creature, he would be unworthy of being a Chinese man.

  "Songbo brother, I have a family heirloom here, something thats been passed down through generations. Would you like to take a look?" Muyang interjected.

  "Brothers are truly kindred spirits, lets take a closer look at this royal treasure." As he spoke, his eyes were fixed intently on Muyang, his face revealing an eager expression, but with a hint of caution still lingering in his gaze.

  After all, its someone who has been through wind and rain and seen waves, so they cant be too trusting of Mu Yang at first sight. Being cautious by nature, Chu Chu stared at the hand that Mu Yang had slipped into his pocket.

  Muyang put his hand into his pocket, then made a fist and handed it over to Cicada Three. Cicada Three looked at Muyangs fist, thinking that at most he was hiding something small like a pearl or snuff bottle, nothing dangerous, so his vigilant expression dissipated.

  Just as he relaxed, a dagger suddenly appeared in Mu Yangs hand, with a dark blade body, smooth lines, and a sharp blade. The scarred three pupils shrank, opening his mouth to shout, but saw a black light flash before his eyes. In an instant, fresh blood spurted from the scarred three neck, covering his own neck with both hands, making "hmm hmm" sounds, staring at Mu Yang with dead triangular eyes, but his body slowly lost its supporting strength and slid to the ground.

  Bao San is really unwilling, fighting all day, today was caught off guard by the goose, originally thought it was a small white face, already being careful enough, with three people around, didnt expect the other side to be hiding so deeply, didnt see it at all, and this guy is really ruthless, dare to make a move directly in the wine building, Im not reconciled.

  The scarred old man refused to give up and took two more breaths, stared with his legs stretched out, and then passed away.

  Mo Yang didnt have time to appreciate the look on Pockmark Threes face after he slit his throat with a dagger, and instead stood up and pounced on the pseudo-soldier sitting next to him who hadnt yet passed out from drunkenness.

  The fake soldier hadnt figured out what was going on, only saw Mu Yang take out a knife and cut off the scar-faced mans neck. As for why, he couldnt think of it clearly, but when he felt something was wrong and just wanted to shout for help, Mu Yangs knife had already entered his chest.

  The fake soldiers eyes widened, and his mouth unconsciously let out two "ahs" as blood poured out of the corner of his mouth. The dagger was thrust directly into the fake soldiers chest, injuring his lung. After a few breaths, the blood surged up through his trachea and was spat out.

  "I, I, dont, want, to, die, I" After mumbling a few syllables from his mouth, he fell to the ground in despair.

  The fight was long in words, but it only took an instant, and the two were already killed by Muyangs sword.

  Muyang took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to vomit. This wasnt the time for chaos, and there were still two fake soldiers over there, although they were drunk to the point of being unconscious, he still had to think of a way to deal with them.

  Mu Yang steeled himself and thought, since he had already done it, he would have to do it cleanly and not leave any future troubles. "Brothers, dont blame me for being ruthless, but your evil deeds have finally caught up with you." Mu Yang raised his knife and went forward, one person one knife, ending their lives.

  The private room in the restaurant is now a mess, with several corpses lying on the ground, and fresh blood all over the floor, tables, and flower pots.

  Its not time to expose yet, this place must be cleaned up. Muyang made up his mind to start cleaning the scene, putting all four corpses into space, along with their guns and personal belongings, then taking away the dining table, bowls and chopsticks in the room, everything that had blood on it was taken away by Muyang.

  Go back home, bring a broom and soil, sweep the blood that hasnt dried on the ground clean, then wipe it with a cloth, making it spotless.

  The room has been tidied up, but many things are missing, making it look very bare.

  Theres nothing I can do about it, this is all I can do. As for what the store owner thinks, thats beyond my control.

  Muyang came to the yard, went straight to the wall of the courtyard, climbed over the wall and ran outside, then he ran all the way back to his inn room, locked the door tightly after entering, and directly crossed back to his own home.