Yes!
Yue Lingshan and Annie had only just arrived in Hangzhou the night before. After spending a restless night aboard the boat, Yue Lingshan had finally managed, after much coaxing, to rescue Annie from the clutches of the Great Demon King of the Bedclothes. They were about to look for her senior brother, Linghu Chong, when...
A chaotic crowd of martial artists surrounded them in the middle of the spacious dockside area where the cargo was piled up.
At the sight of that, and of a huge group of martial artists about to fight again, all the unrelated bystanders nearby—fishermen, boatmen, members of the Canal Gang, and dockworkers—scattered like birds and beasts. Even the government runners vanished without a trace.
"!!"
"Who are you?"
"What do you want!?"
Yue Lingshan's expression turned stern on the spot. One hand gripped the hilt of her mother-and-child swords as she glared frostily at the unfriendly strangers.
The twin swords were too distinctive and made her easy to recognize, besides being a hassle to carry. So, while on the road, Yue Lingshan had bought a sword within a sword: the kind where, after drawing one sword, you could pull another from the lower half of the scabbard.
Of course, weapons and such were unimportant little details. What mattered was the crowd before them: at least three or five hundred martial heroes had surrounded them completely, and it was obvious they had come with ill intent.
"What do we want?"
"Hahaha!"
As soon as Yue Lingshan spoke, a burly man with a red face and a thick beard, an iron banner pole on his back and a long sword in his hand, strode out laughing. He declared righteously, grief and indignation in his voice:
"I am Guo Wei of the Iron Banner Sect!"
"That bastard