An hour later, Zhang Eryong drove to Jiangbei, near the Ji family manor.
This was one of the Ji family's five manors, used specifically for entertaining guests.
After parking the car, Long Xiao said, "Eryong, you don't need to come with me. Wait in the car."
Zhang Eryong nodded without speaking. He knew that Long Xiao was going somewhere where his strength would be of no help.
Long Xiao changed into a suit and got out of the car. As he walked, he took out a human skin mask from his pocket and placed it on his face, then took out some cotton balls and padded a few areas of his face.
Walking over a hundred meters, he stood under a streetlamp and took out a small mirror from his pocket to check. In the mirror appeared the face of Director Zhao.
Long Xiao adjusted the cotton balls in a few imperfect spots and tucked them in. Soon, the face in the mirror was almost identical to the Director Zhao he had seen.
Satisfied, Long Xiao put away the small mirror and took out a handful of fried soybeans from another pocket. He popped one into his mouth, crunched it, and walked towards the Ji family manor.
The entrance to the Ji family manor was heavily guarded, with several security guards armed with electric batons patrolling back and forth. Inside the compound, bodyguards armed with hunting rifles were on patrol.
As Long Xiao approached the entrance, he immediately drew the attention of several security guards.
"Who are you? This is a private manor, please do not approach."
Before Long Xiao even reached the manor entrance, a security guard ran over to stop him from moving any closer.
Long Xiao chuckled and said, "Call Ji Tianhu out to see me immediately. I am an old friend of his."
Those who interacted with Ji Tianhu were either wealthy or powerful. Long Xiao, dressed in a plain suit and without any bodyguards, did not appear to be wealthy.
"Nonsense! How could our chairman have a friend like you? Stop right there, or I'll use force."
The security guard shouted, trying to make Long Xiao stop, but Long Xiao walked towards the guard with a smile, not halting.
Seeing that Long Xiao was ignoring their warning, several security guards swung their batons towards his head.
Long Xiao used the 'Chi Mei Xiao Yao Bu' technique, his body flickered, and he bypassed the guards, heading towards the manor gate.
The guards felt a blur, and the person was gone. Looking back, Long Xiao was already at the manor gate, pushing it open.
The squad leader urgently shouted into his walkie-talkie, "Intruder! Intruder!"
As soon as Long Xiao pushed open the manor gate, over a dozen bodyguards armed with hunting rifles rushed towards him.
These men were well-trained. Upon seeing Long Xiao, they spread out into a skirmish line, raised their guns, and shouted for Long Xiao to stop.
A strange scene unfolded. Long Xiao flicked his wrist and threw out the fried soybeans in his hand. Dozens of fried soybeans floated in the air, slowly flying towards the more than ten bodyguards.
Just as the bodyguards were trying to figure out why Long Xiao was throwing soybeans, Long Xiao waved his right hand and shouted, "Put down your guns."
The dozens of floating soybeans suddenly accelerated a hundredfold. The bodyguards, without even a chance to react, had their left arms and the index fingers of their right hands pierced.
More than a dozen hunting rifles clattered to the ground. The bodyguards cried out in pain and retreated. Long Xiao moved forward rapidly, disappearing from their sight.
In the villa's dining room, Xin Yifei and over a dozen other people were eating.
Yesterday, Xin Yifei and his group had suffered heavy losses. Of the more than a dozen people he brought, more than half were casualties, and one of his junior disciples was seriously injured, while two had died.
Among those eating, five were his men, and the rest were Japanese.
Before the meal, they had been ridiculed by the Japanese samurai. These Japanese included Onmyoji and samurai, all of whom were very powerful. Therefore, Xin Yifei and his men dared not retort.
"A bunch of useless trash! Couldn't even handle a small clinic."
"If we had gone, I would have made them experience our Kyu-do style of swordsmanship."
"Our Kikudachi style's Kiku-in-tachi would have cut off their heads."
Xin Yifei could no longer stand it. He put down his chopsticks and said, "If you have the guts, go try it yourselves. If you can come back alive, I'll kneel down and be your grandson."
"Hahaha, someone wants to be our grandson." A Japanese samurai burst into laughter.
Xin Yifei said, "If you don't dare to go, then stop yapping and criticizing others."
"Who says we don't dare? It's just that we haven't received orders and cannot go." Tian Qiujing Er stood up and said.
He was a black belt samurai of the Kyu-do style, his long sword unmatched. He had rarely encountered an opponent in over a decade.
Seeing that the dining room was lit, Long Xiao headed straight for it. He walked to the dining room door and, seeing over a dozen people eating inside, politely knocked on the glass door.
"Excuse me, is this the Ji family manor?" Long Xiao asked.
Hearing Long Xiao's voice, everyone stopped talking and looked at him.
Since they had arrived at the Ji family manor, apart from a few banquets hosted by the Ji family, they had not seen any outsiders.
Now, after dark, a stranger appeared, surprising everyone.
"Who are you?" Tian Qiujing Er asked.
Tian Qiujing Er's Chinese was stiff, and anyone could tell he was Japanese.
"Yo, a Japanese devil. Heh, looks like I came to the right place today," Long Xiao said with a smile.
"I'm asking you, who are you?" Tian Qiujing Er asked again.
"I'm a banker. The Ji family owes money and hasn't paid, so I'm here to collect."
"What is the Ji family doing, owing money and letting a debt collector show up?" said Matsushita Keshin, a Japanese Onmyoji.
Xin Yifei glanced at Matsushita Keshin and said, "Are you stupid? This can't possibly be a debt collector. With so many Ji family bodyguards and security guards, they wouldn't even be able to stop an ordinary debt collector."
Xin Yifei looked at Long Xiao warily, preparing to make a move. Several Japanese samurai also found the situation odd. They put down their bowls and chopsticks and reached for the long swords at their waists.
"Hahaha, I am indeed a debt collector. Since the Ji family is not here, you will pay this debt."
"Hmph, if you want to collect a debt, show us your skills."
Tian Qiujing Er drew his long sword and walked towards Long Xiao, preparing to attack.
Long Xiao harbored a strong aversion to Japanese people. In his impression, Japanese people were like those depicted in movies, driven more by beastly instincts than human nature.
The Kyu-do style of swordsmanship emphasizes speed and ruthlessness. With a flash of light, Tian Qiujing Er's long sword slashed towards Long Xiao's head.
Although Tian Qiujing Er's sword was fast, it was still several grades below Long Xiao's 'Chi Mei Xiao Yao Bu' technique.
Long Xiao's figure flickered as he walked unhurriedly. Tian Qiujing Er swung his sword over a dozen times, but he didn't even touch Long Xiao's clothes.
"Japanese long swords are nothing special. Let me show you my swordsmanship."
With that, Long Xiao lunged at a Japanese samurai. Before the samurai could react, his sword was already in Long Xiao's hand.
The 'Long You Sword' technique also emphasized speed, like a dragon entering the sea and piercing clouds, a divine dragon whose head appears and disappears. With a flash of light, Tian Qiujing Er lost sight of Long Xiao, seeing only a white light before him.
He frantically dodged and counterattacked, not only failing to touch Long Xiao's sword but also instantly feeling a coolness on his face, followed by a searing pain.
He quickly retreated, reached up, and touched his face, finding his hand covered in blood. His ear was gone.
This was Long Xiao's first time using his 'Long You Sword' technique, and he was using a long sword, which slowed him down considerably. This allowed Tian Qiujing Er to retreat and escape.