When Bi Xia arrived, the people from Nine Pavilion had already surrounded a bar. He took out a mask from a hidden compartment in the car and threw it to Wei Ming, "Put it on, so you won’t be recognized."
Wei Ming glanced at the silver-white mask, narrowed his eyes slightly, and put it on without saying a word. For a moment, a cool sensation spread throughout his body, but it made him feel refreshed.
"Boss."
"Boss."
"Pavilion Master."
"Pavilion Master."
Bi Xia nodded slightly and walked over to Meng Chi, who said, "The tigress has been sent to Dream Drunk, she’s being entertained now. It’s been confirmed that it’s that woman causing all the trouble. The recent issues Nine Pavilion faced were all her doing."
With a slight squint of his eyes, Bi Xia coldly curled his lips, "Seems like this woman has some skills."
But it’s a shame, Qing City only needs one leader. With Bi Xia here, there’s no room for anyone else.
"Xiao," Bi Xia turned his head towards Ye Xiao beside him, "You and Wang Xing go in and clear out the innocents. But if you let any relevant person escape, you know my rules."
Ye Xiao touched his mask and winked at Bi Xia, "Don’t worry, Boss, leave it to me."
With that, he waved to Wang Xing and led two teams into the bar.
Bi Xia then looked at Zhao Ze and Cheng Xin’er, and said mischievously, "How about it, wanna join?"
Cheng Xin’er’s eyes lit up, "Of course!"
Zhao Ze glanced at Ye Xiao walking into the bar, then looked back at Cheng Xin’er, thought for a moment, and finally looked up at Bi Xia with determination, "Boss."
Receiving two guns from Meng Chi, Bi Xia tossed them to Zhao Ze and Cheng Xin’er, "Know how to use these?"
Zhao Ze and Cheng Xin’er nodded. Cheng Xin’er smiled, "We’re both members of the shooting club."
Hearing this, Bi Xia couldn’t help but laugh, raising his hand to pat Cheng Xin’er’s head, "This time, it’s not hitting targets, but people."
Seeing Cheng Xin’er’s stunned expression, Bi Xia turned to Zhao Ze, "Take care of Cheng Xin’er."
Zhao Ze nodded, and Bi Xia regained his cold demeanor, "Zhao Ze, Cheng Xin’er, you two go to the back door of the bar with Wang Yue. Block any possible escape routes. If anyone escapes, you’ll face the pavilion rules."
Watching Zhao Ze and the others leave with three teams, Bi Xia raised his eyes to the entrance of the bar and suddenly said to Meng Chi, "Chi, I think it’s time we got ourselves another bar. What do you think?"
Meng Chi chuckled softly, "Why stop at a bar? I think it’s time we expanded our territory."
The two exchanged a smile, waved a hand, "The rest of you, follow me."
Bi Xia turned slightly to look at the silent Wei Ming beside him, "Ming, just so you know, wearing my mask means you’re one of mine. I don’t ask you to take my side, but my only request is not to get in my way."
Wei Ming patted Bi Xia’s shoulder, "Don’t worry."
Bi Xia noticed that Wei Ming’s voice had changed from a youthful and clear tone to a rough and hoarse sound.
Raising an eyebrow slightly, Bi Xia laughed quietly, "Interesting."
Meanwhile, the woman who had just been identified jumped up, ready to head towards the door with her people. However, as soon as they stepped outside, they ran straight into Bi Xia, who had been waiting there.
The woman’s eyes widened instantly as she stared at the young man with a golden half-mask across from her. He stood nonchalantly against the wall, his cold, starry eyes casually landing on her, "So, you’re the one messing with Nine Pavilion?"
As he raised his chin, Nine Pavilion’s people stepped forward to push the woman into a private room. But just as they moved, the bodyguards behind the woman raised their guns, all pointing at Bi Xia.
Meng Chi’s eyes turned cold, he aimed his gun at the woman, and said harshly, "Put down your guns."
But Bi Xia just smiled slowly, "Since when did guns become so common, everyone has one..."