Xu Xiangbei sneered, "These people see themselves as noble and righteous, thinking others are traitors while they are the good guys, but in reality, they are the most wicked villains."

Zuo Mu continued with a bitter smile, "Three years ago, my master was ambushed in New York one night. He killed five Sword Palace Assassins alone, but was seriously injured and died. Our master told us that to defeat the assassins from the Sword Palace, we must come to Huaxia, the origin place of Ancient Martial Arts, and learn, integrating the strengths of various schools to truly surpass the Sword Palace. We never expected that after only two years in Huaxia, they would come looking for us."

Xu Xiangbei shared Zuo Mu’s animosity, "These guys are causing trouble on my turf; I won’t let them off easily. If they could find this place so successfully, they must have a base in Earth Sea. Can you find their base in Earth Sea?"

Zuo Mu nodded, "Doctor Xu, you’re right. They do have a base in Earth Sea City. My junior and I have also inquired about the Sword Palace’s news, finding that there is a place in Earth Sea where a Sword Palace envoy has appeared. The Sword Palace envoy is the person who relays messages for the assassins, their lackey, and pimp."

Xu Xiangbei’s expression became excited, "Find the lackey, and we can find their master. Where is that base?"

"Fuji Mountain Bar in the Western Suburb of Earth Sea, a bar run by a Japanese."

Fuji Mountain Bar.

Xu Xiangbei and Zuo Mu sat in the corner, listening to the blaring music, observing the people coming and going in the bar.

Zuo Mu noticed a young man with dyed yellow hair wearing silver earrings; this yellow-haired youth was the Sword Palace’s lackey in Earth Sea, the envoy who relayed messages for the assassins.

The youth was chatting enthusiastically with two beautifully dressed women.

Xu Xiangbei spotted a small long-sword tattoo on the wrist of the yellow-haired youth and nodded to Zuo Mu. They discreetly tailed him when he went to the restroom.

Xu Xiangbei arranged a pile of yellow warning signs at the men’s restroom door, showing "Under Repair, Do Not Use."

Zuo Mu chatted with the yellow-haired youth briefly in Japanese, then noticing that apart from them, there was no one else in the restroom, his face changed, and he punched at the yellow-haired youth’s neck.

Zuo Mu intended to coerced the yellow-haired youth into revealing the Sword Palace’s base in Earth Sea.

But he miscalculated; the yellow-haired youth’s skills were no worse than his.

His punch was caught and held by the yellow-haired youth.

The young man cursed in Japanese, his face full of mocking smile, glaring coldly at Zuo Mu.

Zuo Mu had been watching him all night, intending to follow him, but was already discovered by him. He deliberately led Zuo Mu to the restroom, confident in the brutal training of the Sword Palace, possessing exceptional skills, intending to use this opportunity to eliminate Zuo Mu.

Boom, Zuo Mu was punched by the yellow-haired youth, flying out and crashing into the wooden door of a restroom partition. He endured the pain, picked up the heavy tank lid from the toilet, and smashed it towards the yellow-haired youth.

The yellow-haired youth delivered a flying kick, shattering the toilet lid in his hand.

Zuo Mu couldn’t help but smile bitterly; he realized that his skills were declining without knowing when, having his teeth knocked out by Xu Xiangbei, accepting his inferior skills, but being thrown by Lu Xiaomei and beaten up by the yellow-haired youth, making him increasingly lose confidence in himself.

Boom, he was thrown out like a chick by the yellow-haired youth, damaging the innermost restroom partition.

Xu Xiangbei didn’t enter the restroom, assuming Zuo Mu could handle it. He lit a cigarette, leisurely exhaled a smoke ring, listening to the fight sounds from inside, planning to wait for Zuo Mu to vent before entering, but then he heard Zuo Mu’s screams.

"Damn it, come help, this guy is tough."

Only then did Xu Xiangbei push open the restroom door, peered inside, and saw Zuo Mu being punched hard in the nose by the yellow-haired youth, bleeding and falling into a corner.

Xu Xiangbei shook his head, walked into the restroom, closed the door, and whistled, "Hey, yellow hair, come at me."

The yellow-haired youth glanced at Xu Xiangbei, eyes full of disdain, twisting his fists, his knuckles crackling like popping beans.

Boom, the yellow-haired youth punched, Xu Xiangbei dodged swiftly, and the restroom wall tiles behind him shattered with the punch.

Xu Xiangbei mocked with a cheeky grin, "Wow, hard fists, no wonder Zuo Mu couldn’t hold on, with fists that hard, you’d be great at cracking walnuts."

The yellow-haired youth delivered a high kick, but Xu Xiangbei suddenly grasped the youth’s ankle, squeezing lightly with two fingers.

In the empty restroom, a crisp sound of bone breaking echoed, with the yellow-haired youth letting out a shrill scream, soon suppressed by the loud bar music.

The moment the yellow-haired youth fell, Zuo Mu regained his spirit, kicking the youth in the face, covering him in blood, leaving him lying on the ground.

Zuo Mu, full of hatred, gritted his teeth, punching the youth’s face several times, drawing blood from the youth’s mouth, feeling a sense of relief.

Zuo Mu washed the blood off his face with cold water, still seeing a purple bruise on his cheek.

Learning from his mistake, Xu Xiangbei pried open the yellow-haired youth’s mouth, his fingers like iron pliers, pulling out the innermost tooth.

Inside the tooth was a rice-sized capsule, containing deadly poison. Biting it would mean instant death.

Yesterday, a sniper committed suicide right in front of Xu Xiangbei by biting the capsule.

Xu Xiangbei tossed the capsule into the toilet, flushed it away, then tied up the youth’s mouth with his belt, preventing him from even attempting to snap his tongue to commit suicide.

"These guys are both cunning and ruthless, with poison hidden in their teeth, ready to be bitten at any moment for suicide. You should be cautious of this trick when dealing with them in the future."

Once everything was prepared, Xu Xiangbei began to interrogate the yellow-haired youth on the whereabouts of the Sword Palace assassins.

Initially, the yellow-haired youth had a very tough attitude, even spitting at Xu Xiangbei and Zuo Mu repeatedly. Xu Xiangbei’s fingers formed into needle shape, lightly pressing the youth’s shoulder, channeling a trace of icy Inner Strength into his meridians.

Then the yellow-haired youth felt as if millions of tiny knives were slicing his body, the pain causing his veins to bulge, his fingernails digging deeply into his flesh.

The agony reflected in his eyes, displaying despair, with a muddled gaze, as his face turned blue, looking as if death would be a relief.

A nauseating stench wafted from below the youth.

Zuo Mu and Xu Xiangbei had to cover their noses, continuing the interrogation.

With the second needle, after less than two minutes, the yellow-haired youth almost smashed his head to death. He would have preferred it over enduring the torture of twisted muscles and bones.

Xu Xiangbei jokingly said, "It seems the assassins from the Sword Palace, adhering to the Samurai Dao spirit, are indeed extraordinary, enduring two needles. Let me apply the third needle."

Hearing about the third needle, the yellow-haired youth could no longer hold out, bursting into tears, revealing the hiding place of the Sword Palace assassins.