Chapter 198: Only My Way Chapter 198: Expulsion from the Country

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Chen Yi glanced over them, tempted to shoot through the thighs of this whole group of Japanese, or simply ask Inaka who his strongest disciple was and then put an arrow into him so he couldn't care for himself.

But doing so, while it would inflict irreparable harm on the karate experts, would equally inflict irreparable harm on the Martial Arts Hall's future; at the very least, a reputation for brutality would be unavoidable.

Chen Yi raised his bow and arrow slightly, recalling the Longbow course of the Holy Knight Ruoyuan, made a rough judgment, and released the bowstring with a motion that seemed slow but was actually fast.

A bone arrow flew toward the Japanese motorcade at a 10-degree angle and nailed itself into the windshield of a Toyota Corolla. Cracks spread rapidly, much like Yamashita Horyu's expression — he was quite fond of this car.

"Mr. Chen!" Yamashita Horyu's anger soared.

Chen Yi glanced at him, ignored him completely, casually stowed his bow and arrow, then signaled Brother Luo to remove his armor, and said to the students with a smile: "Martial arts are like this; there's always a chance of an accidental shot."

Yamashita Horyu truly had no recourse; don't be fooled by his Self-Defense Force background, but in an occasion like this, getting into a fight would only be asking for abuse.

Inaka didn't dare make a move either, so he could only watch his little wife's face crack with frustration, unable to respond.

Only to hear Chen Yi ask from afar: "Are you sure you want to have a martial contest with my disciple?"

"Correct." Inaka answered solemnly.

"Seven days from now, still at the Martial Arts Hall, you come over." Chen Yi finished speaking, waved his hand, and said: "All of you, leave."

Inaka didn't say anything; his disciples started howling noisily.

The Translator said quietly: "They want to compete immediately."

Chen Yi snorted, and in a voice only the Translator could hear, said: "Translate my exact words to them: I don't know which Japanese family you're members of, I hope it's for the best, but regardless, this is China, Jiangning is my territory, if you really want to compete right now, I guarantee you — you lot without even diplomatic visas — will definitely suffer a huge loss."

After repeating it once, the tough Japanese men all fell silent.

Japan's strictly hierarchical society had long since told them what kind of people can live normally, and what kind of people live in suffering.

Inaka sighed helplessly, said "We'll meet in seven days," then left without looking back. A karate black belt isn't just a matter of being a match for a hundred men; it's also a representation of spirit and identity, whether in Japan or abroad — this was the worst treatment he had ever received. Of course, what galled him most was himself… if he persisted, he'd be shot dead in front of the Martial Arts Hall… therefore, he didn't dare the slightest negligence… but as a revered black belt, persistence without fear of death is the true essence.

Sitting in the car, Inaka sighed inwardly: I'm still too weak.

The surrounding crowd let out all kinds of laughter, mocking the image of the Japanese coming aggressively and leaving dejectedly. Classic domestic films are full of such images and templates.

Subduing the enemy without battle — the feeling it gives seems to be that no battle is needed. The Martial Arts Hall's recruitment was also unaffected. The bad kids of Jiangbei's underworld either follow Niu Xiang to bully the neighbors, or get bullied by Niu Xiang's underlings; they truly have no prospects, whereas the Martial Arts Hall currently counts as a way out.

Chen Yi waved with a beaming smile, then handed the recruitment work over to Lin Haitao, She Lei, and a batch of "senior students."

But once he reached a deserted spot in the Martial Arts Hall, Chen Yi called Nie Hao and asked: "If I want to expel a few Japanese from China, what procedures do I need to go through?"

Nie Hao laughed and asked for names, saying: "We'll see how it goes tomorrow."

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Early the next morning, Inaka and his disciples were expelled from the country, without the slightest hesitation; neither the Karate Association's letter of recommendation nor the Mitsubishi Group's documents had any effect whatsoever.

Yamashita Horyu knew full well it was Chen Yi's doing, yet he only dared appeal to Yan Qi Masayoshi for help.

The latter only asked: "Has the formal expulsion already taken place?"

"Yes."

Yan Qi Masayoshi flew into a rage: "Then what use is it coming to me?"

Yamashita Horyu was stunned.

Yan Qi Masayoshi was in a foul mood as well; he cursed viciously: "The Chen Family are members of China's hereditary political families; even if you don't know the power of China's great families, you should know the Aso Family, the Koizumi Family, the Hatoyama Family, right? Do you think we can, after Inaka has been formally expelled, send him back? With that energy, you'd be better off finding another black belt."

After a round of scolding, he still wasn't appeased, and raged: "Who told you to go looking for trouble with Chen Yi? The Chen Family originally serves in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs; aside from violent means, can't you find other methods? Why would Chen Yi stand up for those lowlifes? What interests do they have in Jiangbei? Have you investigated? Is there nothing but blood clots in that brain of yours? Bastard."

Yamashita Horyu thought: Looking for trouble with Chen Yi was something you tacitly approved; otherwise, how would Inaka have been willing to step forward? However, despite having reasons, despite being nearly 20 years older than Yan Qi Masayoshi, he still stayed by the phone, took a thorough round of verbal abuse, and could only keep saying "Yes," finally hanging up respectfully.

Niu Xiang didn't understand Japanese, only knew that rude words kept coming from the phone, so he shrank his neck and stayed silent, lest he become a punching bag.

Yamashita Horyu's anger still unspent, he finally had a place to vent it, and forcibly suppressed his rage to say: "Have you thoroughly investigated Chen Yi and his Martial Arts Hall, and the whole story before and after he built the Martial Arts Hall… do you know the details?"

"I know some…"

"What do you know?"

"Chen Yi built the Martial Arts Hall, seemingly because there's a local woman named Lin Yuan, his classmate." Mentioning Lin Yuan, Niu Xiang secretly drooled; they were neighbors in the same district, he'd spoken with her plenty, if not for her rather heroic spirit, he might have forced himself on her.

"Just for a classmate?"

Niu Xiang chuckled twice, saying: "That classmate, she's quite pretty."

"Go dig up some information on her." Yamashita Horyu gave the order directly.

"Not dealing with Chen Yi anymore?" Niu Xiang was a bit disappointed; that scene of him kneeling on the ground begging him that day was unforgettable for life.

Yamashita Horyu glared at him: "Scram."

Niu Xiang froze, then reacted, and slunk away embarrassedly.

Chen Yi, on the other hand, seemed to have completely forgotten them, and with the newly recruited 52 students, began new training. Counting the previous batch, the true number of students was only 61, including his disciple Brother Luo. As for the 9 excluded students, they had completely become part of the working class, with almost no possibility of continuing to advance.

All 52 bottom-tier students no longer had any Divine Oil of Tears to use; only the first batch of 9 students who passed special training enjoyed such preferential treatment.

This point alone would determine the strict hierarchy within the Martial Arts Hall in the future.

Now, She Lei had only just felt the benefits of the Divine Oil of Tears; he felt some sympathy for those fellow villagers who had fallen behind, and after one training session ended, found a fellow villager helping pour water and persuaded him: "Old Huang, with new people coming in recently, train hard. Pouring water isn't that busy; spare some time each evening, ten days or half a month, and you might become a Level 1 Student."

"What use is it?" Old Huang was actually quite happy himself; he laughed and patted She Lei's shoulder, saying: "I know you're kind-hearted, but you don't understand; the more you learn, the more useless it is. Clearly there's 3000 yuan salary, and you don't have to exhaust yourself like during training, why bother? If you learn martial arts, you might have to fight. That day when the Japanese came, you heard it too — they came to challenge the hall. If war really breaks out, you're a Level 2 Student, you won't be able to hide in the back even if you want to."

"If the student rank goes up, salary increases too. And there's housing provided."

"That house you didn't even go live in? Besides, it's letting you live there, not giving it to you." Old Huang, feeling he saw through it thoroughly, declared solemnly: "The Boss's words, just listen to half and keep it in your heart. What Level 5 gives a house — could it be Level 10 gives a villa? Don't worry about me, I'll save for another two or three years, then go back to the village to plant fruit trees, sleep in bed every day and earn money."

She Lei was momentarily speechless; his own allowance had actually reached 6000, Brother Luo's was 12000, he'd heard that from now on each level doubles and rounds up, Level 6 would be 100,000, Level 9 monthly salary 800,000, and Level 3 Naked God Pills usable. But he had muddled in society for a few years after all, knew that telling his fellow villager would only provoke jealousy and no benefit; they might even think he was showing off…

Thinking like this, his desire to persuade faded.

Old Huang laughed cheerfully, swapped the water bucket, and said: "Listen to me one sentence, don't be unhappy. Fighting and killing martial arts, what do you learn them for? Now police all carry guns, Armed Police even have snipers, you've seen it on TV — that's killing from kilometers away, who can block it? As I see it, honestly work and earn money to go home, your mother still lives in the village."

She Lei's scalp tingled and tightened; he wanted to persuade the other, but ended up being persuaded instead.

With that said, he shook his head and went inside to continue practicing.

The Level 5 target, in his view, wasn't that difficult.

There were quite a few workers like Old Huang; when they used to work odd jobs, they slaved away for one or two thousand yuan, and occasional side gigs only brought it to just over 3000. Now they just do cleaning, change water, and swap targets every day — simply blissful. Someone even said right there: Civil Servant work is nothing more than this.

They took the money happily, but instead provoked the trainees to feel it was unfair; although they were all from the same hometown, they themselves were obviously more hardworking, yet got the same.

Two or three days later, Liu Xinyu noticed this trend and hurried over to notify Chen Yi.

Classmate Chen was in the classroom teaching, and first asked: "How many have broken through to Level 2 Body Technique?"

"Lin Haitao looks like he'll be faster."

"What about Level 1? Any increase?"

Liu Xinyu shook her head helplessly, feeling like she was having an audience with a superior. Heaven knows the last time she saw a real superior was several years ago.

Chen Yi's eyes stared at the textbook, voice low: "How do you prepare to handle it?"

Liu Xinyu was instantly delighted; this time, what Chen Yi said was "how to handle it," not "what to think," and furthermore, he didn't mention Jin Douna again.

She was secretly pleased; the Korean girl still wasn't sharp enough, didn't know the Martial Arts Hall is the direction for development, the Organization is just a small part for precaution, she grasped the wrong key point, and naturally would lose trust.

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