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Chapter 61 Is your throat itchy?

Yue Feng returned to his seat and, while drinking, observed the martial arts of Xiong Zhaozhao and Steward Qin. He could tell that Xiong Zhaozhao's swordsmanship originated from the Heavenly Sword Sect of Huazhou, but he couldn't discern the source of Steward Qin's martial arts. This was quite a strange thing for the knowledgeable Yue Feng.

Xiong Zhaozhao and Commander Zhou fought for a long time, but Xiong Zhaozhao couldn't do anything to him. He happened to see Yue Feng sitting there drinking leisurely, and couldn't help but shout angrily, "Hey! You surnamed Feng! Do you want to lend a hand? If not, get out of here! Otherwise, you'll be covered in blood later."

Yue Feng put down his wine bowl, but before he could speak, Commander Zhou said, "Want to leave? Not so easy!" He waved his fan to deflect Xiong Zhaozhao's longsword and flashed to Yue Feng's side.

He unfurled his steel fan, slashing it down at Yue Feng's head like a scimitar. He had long since noticed that Xiong Zhaozhao's attitude towards this brat was completely different from his attitude towards him. As a dignified commander of the Eastern Criminal Investigation Depot, how could he, surnamed Zhou, tolerate such humiliation? He would not rest until he had killed this brat.

Xiong Zhaozhao didn't believe Yue Feng could be a match for Commander Zhou. Her earlier words were merely a reminder for Yue Feng to escape. Surprised that Commander Zhou still had the strength, she quickly thrust her sword towards his back, hoping he would turn around to defend, thus saving Yue Feng's life.

Suddenly, a man in purple robes charged forward, blocking the path between Xiong Zhaozhao and Commander Zhou. Xiong Zhaozhao's longsword pierced through the man in purple robes' body without any suspense, and blood splattered everywhere. The man in purple robes then used both hands to grip the blade of the longsword tightly.

Xiong Zhaozhao never expected this to happen. She pulled back with all her might, lifting the huge body of the man in purple, but she could no longer restrain Commander Zhou.

As Zhou Qianhu's steel fan slashed towards Yue Feng's head, Yue Feng reached out and gently pinched the fan surface between his thumb and forefinger. All sound and movement froze in that instant. Zhou Qianhu's fan seemed to be cast into Yue Feng's fingers, unable to advance or retreat.

Commander Zhou's expression finally changed. He loosened his grip on the steel fan and leaped backward. Yue Feng struck him with a palm strike from a distance, dissipating all of Commander Zhou's strength, and he crashed to the ground with a thud.

Yue Feng said, "Stop." Commander Zhou stopped immediately. Steward Qin and several men in purple also stopped fighting. Everyone could see that the fight was over.

Yue Feng beckoned the waiter over: "Go and bring me your worst wine. Set out large bowls on that empty table and fill each one with wine."

Although the waiter didn't know what Yue Feng was planning, he could tell that Yue Feng was the most troublesome among this group. He quickly went to make arrangements, and soon a large empty table was filled with large bowls, each filled with wine. Yue Feng said to Commander Zhou:

"Go, drink all the wine on that table, and I might give you a chance."

Zhou Qianhu asked in a hoarse voice, "Wh...what opportunity?"

"You get a chance to take one of my moves. I just took one of your moves, now you take one of mine. If you can handle it, I'll let you go."

Commander Zhou gave Yue Feng a deep look: "Fine! I hope you keep your word."

Yue Feng didn't answer, only smiled at him. Everyone in the tavern, except for the men in purple, smiled and watched Commander Zhou. Commander Zhou walked to the large table and actually drank all the wine on it.

Yue Feng said, "These are the worst quality liquors in the shop. Tell me, does your throat feel itchy?"

"It doesn't itch."

"Very good, remember to say that from now on. Now stand still, and take my move."

Zhou Qianhu's face showed fear, but he still obediently stood still. Yue Feng extended his index finger and lightly tapped it from afar. Zhou Qianhu was about to dodge when he suddenly remembered Yue Feng's instruction to stand still, stopped in his tracks, and raised his palm to defend himself.

As the palm and finger strikes collided, Zhou Qianhu felt that the opponent's finger force wasn't particularly fierce. Although it had invaded his meridians, it actually felt quite comfortable. Thinking that Yue Feng had shown him mercy, he was overjoyed and said, "Thank you... thank you!"

Yue Feng smiled and looked at Xiong Zhaozhao, saying, "This Miss Xiong has a very good name. 'Heaven's justice is clear,' and 'Commander Zhou,' do you know what that means?"

Commander Zhou reacted swiftly, pointing at the purple-clad man who had just beaten the tavern owner and shouting, "What are you all standing there for! Beat him!"

The other men in purple immediately stepped forward and surrounded the man in purple, beating him mercilessly. Moments later, the man in purple was completely mangled, blood and teeth spurting from his mouth.

Yue Feng nodded in satisfaction, and finally said to Commander Zhou, "Pay up what you owe, and then leave. We'll meet again someday." Commander Zhou took out a few silver notes from his pocket, while the men in purple took out all the silver they had on them, left it on the table, and left without a word.

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Yue Feng compensated the tavern for its losses at double the price, and divided the remaining money into three piles, one for himself, one for Xiong Zhaozhao, and one for Steward Qin. The two men had already returned to the table and sat down, staring at him as if he were a monster. Yue Feng pushed the pile of money right under their noses, but they didn't even glance at it, just kept staring at him.

"Why are you all staring at me like that? Is there something on my face?"

Xiong Zhaozhao downed a large glass of wine, exhaled a long breath of alcohol, and asked Yue Feng very seriously, "Who exactly are you? How did you develop such martial arts skills?"

"Didn't I tell you? My name is Feng Yue. I belong to no sect or school. I'm just a wandering swordsman in the martial world. I intervene when I see something I don't like, and I only seek to make my mind clear. If that's enough, I'll have no regrets in this life."

Xiong Zhaozhao and Steward Qin exchanged a glance. Neither of them would believe that someone without a sect could possess such astonishing martial arts skills. Yue Feng's identity was certainly not as simple as he claimed, but that didn't matter. What mattered was that Yue Feng had clearly become their friend—or at least not before, after fighting the Eastern Depot, he had.

"Okay, Feng Yue, we're friends now, right? So, I, your friend, want to ask you for a favor. Will you help me or not?"

Yue Feng gave a strange smile: "You want me to help you deal with the Great Wind Gang?"

Xiong Zhaozhao avoided Yue Feng's gaze and nodded slightly: "I know this request is very unreasonable, but I will pay you a sufficient reward. When I return to Huayin, I will inform my father, and he will surely give you a share of the reward as well."

"Whether it succeeds or not, after listening to you talk about those two sword and palm wielders, I don't think I'm necessarily a match for them. Besides, there are two of them, while I only have one."

"Whether it succeeds or not, you'll be rewarded for your efforts. Is there anything you want? You can tell me in advance, and I'll prepare it for you."

Yue Feng glanced at Xiong Zhaozhao, and the hairs on Xiong Zhaozhao's back inexplicably stood up.

"Well, I really do want one of your Weihe Gang's treasures. As for what that treasure is, I'll keep you in suspense. Ah, the shopkeeper's back. Did you manage to buy the 20-year-old premium Shaoxing wine?"