23: The enemy is kneeling down below

The sounds of footsteps thumping up the stairs rang out.

A moment later, a red-faced man holding a pair of bronze hammers stood at the entrance of the private room.

"Who are you?" Yang Yi asked.

The old man opposite replied: "He is Zhong Ba, a capable subordinate of the Dragon Tiger City Lord."

"People call him 'Meteor Chasing the Moon'."

"His pair of bronze hammers are invincible within the city."

"Even I would not dare to go head-to-head with him."

Yang Yi teased, "I'm afraid it's not that he's strong, but that you are old."

This remark made the old man look embarrassed.

Zhong Ba was even more furious.

He shook the bronze hammers in his hands, the whistling sound resembling a thunderclap on a clear day, making people's eardrums ache.

With a crash, the twin hammers smashed down, leveling the entire restaurant to the ground.

However, the table where Yang Yi sat remained completely undamaged.

The moment the building collapsed, the table fell as well, yet it did not shake in the slightest.

It landed steadily on the ground.

The three people sitting at the table were unharmed, and the chairs they were sitting on were also unscathed.

It was as if that strike had brought harm to the entire world, but had spared only this table and the people around it.

Zhong Ba looked at the twin hammers in his hands, then at the three people chatting and laughing, his expression turning terrifyingly gloomy.

His arms were trembling.

He knew he was no match for Yang Yi, but to retreat just like that would be too humiliating.

Just as he was caught in a dilemma, someone behind him said: "Zhong Ba, come back."

"You are no match for him."

If anyone else had said that, Zhong Ba would definitely have cursed their ancestors.

But when this person said it, he was completely convinced.

"You come."

Zhong Ba retreated back to his own team, looking dejected.

The speaker walked forward three steps with a leisurely smile, holding a landscape fan in his hand, one side black and one side white.

He was as gentle and elegant as a scholar, his tone extremely kind, just like a teacher talking to his students.

"Such a nice restaurant, and it was destroyed as soon as you arrived."

"Isn't that a pity?"

"Why not come to the City Lord's Mansion for a sit-down?"

"The wine and food there are much more delicious than in this small restaurant."

"I have urgent matters to attend to."

"I won't be going today."

As Yang Yi spoke, he cupped his hands at the person opposite him, his gaze glancing coldly at the Divine Doctor sitting motionless to the side.

"Divine Doctor, it is time for us to leave."

The Divine Doctor rose reluctantly, looking back at Zhong Ba and the others, wanting to say something but hesitating.

The young man holding the fan raised his eyebrows slightly.

With a snap, the fan opened, the black side facing Yang Yi.

In that black fan surface, Yang Yi vaguely saw a fierce tiger about to charge out.

"Friend, are you not giving me Face?"

The fierce tiger in the fan was almost about to tear through the surface and charge out.

Vaguely, the surface of the fan rippled like water, rising and churning.

"I do not know you at all."

"What kind of Face do you have?"

Yang Yi spoke without any courtesy, his words sharp as knives.

The young man's expression darkened.

He swiped the black fan forward.

A tear appeared in the churning surface, and a burst of black smoke spewed out.

The black smoke formed a black tiger, pouncing towards Yang Yi with bared fangs and brandished claws.

Just as Yang Yi was grappling with the fierce tiger, the young man gently waved his fan.

The white side suddenly aimed at Yang Yi and swiped down again.

Waves churned on the white surface, and a puff of white smoke sprayed out.

The white smoke transformed into a white tiger, letting out a strange cry as it pounced towards Yang Yi.

The black and white tigers fought with Yang Yi.

Yang Yi did not use his full strength.

While fighting, he was studying how these two tigers were formed, occasionally glancing at the young man's fan.

This fan was truly remarkable.

With a thought, Yang Yi suddenly turned his body.

A violent wind whipped up around him, and a small tornado formed at his center.

At first, everyone only felt the strong wind blowing their robes and stinging their Faces.

The next second, the tornado spun faster and faster.

The two tigers were forcibly sucked into the tornado.

Suddenly, the young man in white felt as if the fan in his hand was about to be sucked in.

His expression changed abruptly.

He gripped his fan tightly and retreated rapidly, but the wind force pulled at his whole body, making his retreat extremely difficult.

Suddenly, it felt as if his hand had been struck by something.

He let out a scream, his hand loosened slightly, and the fan was sucked into the tornado.

"My fan!" the young man exclaimed, wanting to rush in.

However, the tornado suddenly reversed its rotation, blowing the young man away instantly.

The others fared no better.

Although they weren't blown away, they were blown off balance.

The table of dishes Yang Yi had been at was blown away, and the table itself was shattered.

The Divine Doctor and the old man, who were barely managing to stay seated, could no longer hold on.

The chairs beneath them were blown into smithereens.

The old man was fine, but the Divine Doctor was sucked into the tornado by a huge force.

When everything returned to calm, Yang Yi and the Divine Doctor were standing in the center of the tornado.

As for the others, although they were not injured, they were in a sorry state.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on Yang Yi's right hand.

In his right hand, he held the fan that the young man had just lost.

"Give back the fan!" the young man roared and wanted to rush over.

However, Yang Yi gently waved the fan in his hand, forcing the young man back several steps.

He looked at the fan and nodded repeatedly.

"Good fan, I'll take it."

Subsequently, he said to the Divine Doctor: "Divine Doctor, we should leave."

"That depends on whether the others are willing," the Divine Doctor said.

Yang Yi looked at the others.

"Are you willing?"

"Willing your grandmother! Hurry up and return the fan to me!" the young man with the fan cursed loudly.

Beside him was a dignified-looking Middle-aged man.

This person was the City Lord of Dragon Tiger City, and also the head of the largest force in Dragon Tiger City, Zhong Yueshan.

Zhong Yueshan's expression was gentle, and he nodded slightly at Yang Yi.

"Friend, what exactly do you want to do by coming to my Dragon Tiger City?"

"Are you wanting to ask the Divine Doctor to save someone?"

"Or do you want to challenge the authority of my Dragon Tiger City?"

"Naturally, it is to ask the Divine Doctor to save someone."

"Since it is to save someone,"

"Why have you injured so many people in my Dragon Tiger City?"

"And stolen my brother's fan?"

"I like this fan, so I took it."

"As for injuring people, they brought it upon themselves." Yang Yi replied solemnly.

This remark made the people present turn blue with anger.

Especially the young man who lost the fan, who opened his mouth to curse again.

But having only cursed for a few words, he touched Yang Yi's cold gaze and instantly shut up.

Zhong Yueshan sighed, seemingly unwilling to make an enemy of Yang Yi, his tone remaining polite.

"Saving lives is an urgent matter."

"I should not hold you back."

"However, my son is also injured."

"I wonder if you could let the Divine Doctor help me reattach my son's ear first?"

"Then let him go with you to the Yang family to save people."