Why do I have so many masters?

The young Hu person trembled slightly and did not dare to say anything else.

The man asked again:

"Speak, what exactly did you see?"

The youth shivered, fear evident in his emerald eyes, his forehead drooping slightly, hoarsely responding: "Reporting to my master, this subordinate has discovered that the... the people from the Ministry of Punishment have come to assassinate..."

The master's movements paused slightly and he remarked in surprise:

"So quickly..."

Then as if he understood, he laughed, saying:

"Ah, so they were putting on a show for us earlier. It seems that capture officer is also a cold-hearted type who trusts no one, not having investigated a single clue..."

The burly old man, who had been silently sitting and drinking tea, spoke:

"Young Master... Wuxin from the Ministry of Punishment is no ordinary person."

"These past few days he seemed to be exerting futile efforts, but he has already cut off all our escape routes. If we consider leaving Liangzhou, we'll be surrounded and slain by the elite forces he has mobilized from the region, and if we remain stationary, we'll gradually lose the opportunity to resist..."

"Initially, I thought we had some time to maneuver, but it seems that this was also part of his strategy. He deliberately led us to misjudge his progress, then suddenly strikes at the last moment."

"He's mastered the human psyche to an extent..."

"Rather than waiting for him to employ other tactics, it would be better to take the opportunity to charge out, selecting a defensively weak spot to break out of the city."

The Young Master listened to the old man until he finished speaking, nodding in agreement, then asked leisurely:

"But if this is also part of Wuxin's strategy, what should we do?"

"For example, if the supposed weak spot is actually a deadly trap where top martial artists are hidden among the martial soldiers?"

The old man's expression turned somber, contemplating but unable to find a solution, he could only say:

"In any case, I must escort the Young Master out of Liangzhou, ensuring your safety."

The Young Master chuckled: "I certainly trust in your martial arts skills, but there is no rush in this matter. Since the gentleman says we can remain safe, then I trust in his strategy, neither of you needs to worry. Drink tea and listen to the music."

The old man felt a slight heaviness in his heart, straightened his posture and spoke with a heavier tone:

"Young Master, this is a matter of great importance, risking lives, how can it be treated so lightly!"

The man just laughed and said:

"Without urgency, how can the gentleman's outstanding abilities be demonstrated?"

"I am quite curious to see, since Wuxin has cast his Heavenly Nets Earthly Traps intending to kill me, how the gentleman plans to tear open these nets, break the traps, and carve a bloody path? Don't you find it interesting?"

"You both need not say more, just peacefully enjoy your tea."

The last sentence carried a hint of displeasure in his tone, the burly old man furrowed his thick brows but said no more, simply raised his hand to drink his tea. It was top-grade fragrant tea, almost priced like gold, yet he gulped it down, his throat moving, drinking heartily like a cow chewing peony.

The Young Master tapped the wooden table, smiling:

"Please play the zither, gentleman."

"This time, I want to hear 'Overlord Unarmoring', although it's not a zither piece, the melody is similar, surely it won't be difficult for you."

The zither music paused slightly, then resumed, now majestic and bold.

Among the three below, one was in constant panic, one harbored concern and resentment, and one appeared quite carefree, right hand resting on the knee, gently tapping along with the music.

......

The encircled area by the Ministry of Punishment had dwindled to just one final long street.

Hundreds of people surrounded this spot, forming a sufficient encirclement. What followed would be the most dangerous task, the final checkpoint, only needing slow inspection to enter, much like the Northern Region Turkic King's Iron Hunt, where warriors and crossbowmen formed mutual angles, cutting off their retreat, continually closing in.

If the opposition rose up to challenge, our side would have enough ability to pin them down, but this last step would likely take the most time, with unavoidable casualties.

Wang Anfeng also perceived this, feeling complex emotions, as Wuxin raised his palm, ready to strike. The arrest officers of the Ministry of Punishment constantly watched Wuxin, sensing his movements, orders were passed down accordingly.

In an instant, the clash of armored plates created a chilling sound, paired with the mechanical crossbows cocking, forming a continuous noise, uniform in its threat, invisible murderous intent surged, blades were raised, spears were in the rear, spearheads slightly lifted, resembling a tiger's fangs.

The martial artists from the Ministry of Punishment practiced martial arts of the same origin, unconsciously connecting their Qi mechanisms, forming a vast Qi mechanism similar to the Military Family Army Formation, converging towards Wuxin.

An enormous Bi'an apparition emerged behind Wuxin.

Tie Lin slowed his breathing, with his right thumb pressing on the sword hilt.

The slender Western Regions thin sword gained during his youth through chance, slowly emerged an inch, its slender blade softly hissed, as if a venomous snake hid within.

Wang Anfeng raised his right hand, placing it on the wooden sword, with each breath, his Qi mechanism flowed like rushing thunder, instantly completing three hundred cycles, connecting with the divine weapon's residual spiritual resonance, his entire Qi mechanism became vast and imposing, with a scorching ferocity, like the gods of the Thunder Department wielding heavenly retribution.

This street, in that courtyard, the zither music lingered, mysteriously confined to one room, not leaking outside, the entrance guarded by two towering martial artists, wearing masks concealing their expressions, yet their movements remained calm.

The zither music suddenly rose.

Down the long street, Wuxin's eyes flickered with coldness, suddenly swinging his palm down.