Chapter 368: A Huge Misunderstanding

Zhou Yanli did not appreciate it at all, saying with a cold face.

"Yamada, this is the territory of Daliang. You pests eat the rice of Daliang, drink the water of Daliang, and yet you still oppress the people of Daliang! We treat friends with courtesy, but as for pests, we kill them one by one."

"It is you who are ignorant of courtesy first; as long as you don't get out, I will kill as I please."

These words were extremely sharp.

Bai Wei was shocked to hear them!

She really hadn't expected Zhou Yanli to be so spirited.

Zhou Yanli's words completely enraged the Fusang People in the hall.

The Samurai stood up one after another, drew their Katana, surrounded Yamada Ichiro, and spoke in the Fusang language.

"Yamada, the Daliang State Preceptor is truly arrogant; please let us kill him."

"Please give the order, Yamada, we will surely take his head."

Yamada Ichiro was also trembling with rage, but he still suppressed his anger and said in the Fusang language.

"Do not act rashly. The Shrine Maiden has a close relationship with Zhou Yanli; killing him will make the Shrine Maiden angry."

"Our supplies are all provided by the Shrine Maiden. Before we find that Beijiang Goddess, we cannot offend the Shrine Maiden."

They conversed in the Fusang language, thinking others did not understand, but Bai Wei heard it clearly thanks to her translation earbuds.

Good heavens!

She hadn't expected this group of Fusang People to actually want to capture her and take her back!

Yamada Ichiro suppressed his anger and said to Zhou Yanli.

"Zhou, the Shrine Maiden is acquainted with you and even specially asked us to bring you medicine for your headaches."

"We are all on the same side, why must you target us?"

Zhou Yanli slowly raised his head, a trace of intense disgust appearing on his cold and beautiful face.

"Do not try to build a connection with me. You bunch of bandits are merely ants; you are not qualified to be mentioned in the same breath as me! Knowing small courtesies but lacking great righteousness, observing small details but lacking great virtue—are people as shameless and devoid of virtue as you worthy of talking to me about etiquette?"

Bai Wei blinked as she listened, almost wanting to applaud him.

Arrogant!

Truly too arrogant!

Piercing, and hitting the heart hard!

If it were Xiao Moting here, he wouldn't be able to say such heart-piercing words!

Even if Yamada Ichiro could endure more, he was so angered by Zhou Yanli that his vision went black and blood rushed to his head.

"Zhou Yanli, I am only treating you with courtesy for the sake of the Shrine Maiden; do not think I am afraid of you."

The Samurai beside him also bowed.

"Yamada, this person has insulted our Fusang Kingdom many times; please let us kill him!"

Yamada Ichiro waved his hand with a dark face.

"Kill him. Since they refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit, let them see if they are a match for our Fusang."

The Samurai behind him could no longer restrain themselves; hearing this, they drew their Katana with a "shing" and charged forward with strange cries.

The group of personal guards behind Zhou Yanli also immediately drew their swords and met them.

Instantly, the hall that had just been filled with music and dance became a scene of flashing blades.

The personal guards brought by Zhou Yanli and the Fusang Ronin fought in a melee.

Yamada Ichiro drew the Handgun from his waist, the pitch-black muzzle aimed at Zhou Yanli.

"Zhou Yanli, you brought this on yourself!"

Having said that, he pulled the trigger.

With a "bang," the Bullet flew out!

Bai Wei let out a cry of alarm and hurriedly covered her mouth!

However, in that split second, Zhou Yanli's figure suddenly swayed, as if leaving an afterimage in the air.

The Bullet missed, piercing through the wall!

"His speed is so fast!" Bai Wei was shocked.

Yamada Ichiro also showed an expression of surprise, "You knew how to dodge; have you seen the weapon in my hand before?"

Zhou Yanli had already stood still, his white robe drifting down from the air.

He snorted coldly, "What do you think?"

After saying this, his gaze suddenly became sharp.

"Who gave you the thing in your hand? Was it that woman from Beijiang who gave it to you?"

Bai Wei blinked.

No!

What does Zhou Yanli mean by this?

Could it be that he thinks Yamada Ichiro's gun was given by her?

This is a huge misunderstanding.

Last time, Zhou Yanli wanted to kill her, and in her desperation, she fired a shot, hitting his shoulder.

So this time he learned his lesson; as soon as he saw Yamada Ichiro take out a gun, he was immediately on guard.

Yamada Ichiro also frowned in confusion.

"Zhou Yanli, what are you talking about? What 'that woman'? This is a divine artifact bestowed upon us by the Shrine Maiden."

Zhou Yanli's eyes immediately turned stern, emitting a bone-chilling coldness.

"Shrine Maiden? Did Shi Yao give these weapons to you?"

Yamada Ichiro said proudly, "The weapon given by the Shrine Maiden is naturally powerful."

Zhou Yanli was silent for a moment, then suddenly let out a sarcastic, cold laugh.

"Hehehe... Shi Yao, you really opened the Treasure Vault and took things out for these foreigners."

"The Treasure Vault of the Divine Witch Tribe can only be opened to meet emergencies when the clansmen are in the most dire peril."

"For the sake of revenge, you actually... actually gave the Treasure Vault to the Fusang People, violating ancestral teachings and betraying your ancestors; you are simply unworthy of being a member of the Divine Witch Tribe."

Yamada Ichiro said angrily, "Zhou Yanli, please show respect to the Shrine Maiden and do not call her by her name directly."

"She has already betrayed the clansmen and colluded with ants like you; she is unworthy of anyone's respect," Zhou Yanli said with a mocking smile. "If Master were still alive, she would not be let off lightly."

"Insolent! The Shrine Maiden will not tolerate such slander from you." Yamada Ichiro was furious and drew his sword to strike at him.

Zhou Yanli sneered, flipped his palm, slid an Iron Bone Fan from his sleeve, and swung it over.

The two became locked in combat.

However, Bai Wei could see that compared to their last encounter, Zhou Yanli's movements were significantly slower, which might be related to his long-term illness.

Moreover, although Zhou Yanli's martial arts were high, he still had to guard against the gun in Yamada Ichiro's hand, so he dared not attack with full force and had to keep some of his focus on defense.

Relying on the gun and the assistance of the Samurai nearby, Yamada Ichiro barely managed to fight him to a draw.

A Samurai was just about to swing his sword down when his expression suddenly changed, and he clutched his stomach in pain.

Just as he was distracted, a cold light flashed; the sharp Iron Bone Fan in Zhou Yanli's hand sliced open the Samurai's neck, and blood splattered three feet on the spot!

"Puchi!"

A spray of blood droplets fell from the air.

The remaining Samurai retreated one after another; some clutched their stomachs, others clutched their heads, all with strange expressions.

"Yamada, I suddenly have a stomachache."

"I don't know what's going on, but I'm suddenly very sleepy and want to sleep."

"I can't take it anymore, I can't hold it in, I'm going to go."

Someone couldn't hold it in; facing the pursuit of the Personal Guard, they wanted to go to the toilet but couldn't escape, and in their nervousness, they defecated directly in their pants.

A foul, strange odor drifted through the hall.

The Personal Guard brought by Zhou Yanli seized the opportunity to charge up and killed many Fusang People.

"What on earth is going on?" Yamada Ichiro said furiously. "Either stomachaches or dizziness and sleepiness, you are truly a bunch of trash..."

Before he could finish speaking, his expression suddenly changed, and his stomach let out a loud rumbling sound.

A Samurai nearby immediately stepped forward, "Yamada, what is wrong with you?"

"My stomach... hurts..." Yamada Ichiro's face twisted as he clutched his stomach with his hand.