Chapter 296

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

As a Knight, Yin Senyong may have killed and plundered, but he looked like a White Prince, especially during this time in Jiangning; due to blood loss from leg surgery, his face was becoming increasingly fair and tender.

He had also deliberately trimmed his beard, shaping it toward a handsome goatee, truly a bright spot on the streets in this fast-paced 21st century.

However, compared to Yin Senyong, the three monks of Baima Temple seemed more eye-catching, after all, their shining bald heads were at least brighter physically.

The police were either awed by Yin Senyong's handsomeness or his aura, merely giving him some persuasion education. Yin Senyong was reluctant to eat the last konjac, so he could only watch their mouths move and guess their body language.

That's what playing the lute to a cow means.

Standing by the roadside, after three or four minutes, seeing Yin Senyong's sincere attitude, the two police officers warned him a few more words before returning to their car to report to their superiors. This made Ru Ding very dissatisfied; if there had been some violent law enforcement, best with a gun warning, he could have stepped in to ask for a favor.

He stood beside them waiting for the police to leave, then could only smile awkwardly and step out, bowing with clasped hands: "Sir, you have a Fate Root. This humble monk's Dharma name is Ru Ding, from Baima Temple in Luoyang. May I ask..."

Yin Senyong didn't understand.

Ru Ding's voice was very magnetic; during his cultivation at the temple, it was called lingering sound. He spoke in a practiced chanting tone: "The Buddha is merciful, shining upon all beings. Sir, which sect or school do you follow?"

Yin Senyong looked at him foolishly.

Quietness was never quiet; his face was dark as he shouted: "Master."

"Shut up, call him Master."

"Master."

Although Yin Senyong didn't understand, he couldn't leave. Knightly codes were nonsense; often too much pleasure invited punishment, and some knights' faith was asceticism—that was truly miserable. A lifetime of misery.

Several people stood by the roadside chatting; the police car hadn't gone far before returning.

Their report to the Command Center soon came back, requiring them to strictly monitor the pale youth with a goatee, but not approach him, and warning them twice to pay attention to safety.

Having been police officers for years, the words "major case" immediately appeared in their minds, and they started the engine and waited on the other side of the road.

Chen Yi brought his Inspection Team members hurrying over.

More people were for easier search and control of Yin Senyong; Chen Yi alone would have been enough.

However, the expected great battle had no intention of fighting at all. Yin Senyong ate the last konjac and actually lowered his head embarrassedly, saying: "My Lord."

It seemed he still remembered that he was considered a City-state Knight of Jiangning.

The police uncles were disappointed, clutching their trouser waists as they squatted by the roadside and left.

Chen Yi glared evilly at Yin Senyong, saying: "Do you still remember what I said? Do you remember what you said?"

Yin Senyong explained unnaturally: "You captured me; I... as a captive, it violates a knight's dignity."

"You have a salary, a knight's badge, and a maid doing housework—that's practically having an Attendant. Haven't I met all your demands?"

Yin Senyong couldn't say he was "temporarily bewitched," a term reserved for men caught among flowers, which gentlemen of the West Continent wouldn't understand; they were still simple young people.

"Why don't you keep running?" Chen Yi put on a fierce look.

"There is a restriction."

Yin Senyong's answer shocked the middle-aged monk, who looked around desperately.

Chen Yi chuckled darkly, then raised his head and said sternly: "As we agreed before, as long as you leave the high walls of the Martial Arts Hall, you will be castrated. Are you prepared?"

Yin Senyong was terrified out of his wits. His nose, eyes, ears—all twisted; even his half-finished goatee trembled constantly.

He was now under the pressure of the Light Curtain; even if he wanted to run, he couldn't escape.

Chen Yi smiled evilly and pulled him to one side.

Among the Inspection Team Members, the students clamped their legs together, thinking coldly: Does the Hall Master have such perverted thoughts?

Luoxiong, as always, prepared sharp razors in advance.

Amidst the "scritch-scratch" sound of sharpening razors, facing castration and dignity, Yin Senyong fell. He humbly begged Chen Yi for mercy and guarantees, finally saying: "I can choose few faiths now. Loyalty to the Temple is one of the few remaining faiths. I can swear by the Dragon God that I will absolutely, absolutely obey the City-state and My Lord."

Ordinary oaths belong to Honesty Belief; swearing by the Dragon God belongs to Loyalty to the Temple faith.

Chen Yi tested him with a Listening Scroll, then nodded in agreement.

The oath's "ji-ji-gua-gua" took a minute or two. The monk Ru Ding silently came to Chen Yi's side and said in a low voice: "Chen Sir, where is this gentleman from?"

Chen Yi said unhappily: "And what is your background?"

"This humble monk is Ru Ding; today I gave you a Business Card."

What Chen Yi heard through the Listening Scroll was the word "Mana."

He was now wearing a Level 4 Listening Scroll; he should have been able to hear complete phrases.

Strangely, Chen Yi suddenly attacked with the question: "What is Mana?"

Ru Ding's eyes flickered twice, and he said softly: "Sir, your moves are strange; this humble monk doesn't understand."

"Then I don't want to answer your questions either."

Ru Ding felt uncertain and could only return resentfully.

Chen Yi waited until their Mercedes-Benz drove away, then immediately called Zhu Guangliang, saying: "Trouble you to help investigate a few people. They are directors of some Religious Association, claiming to be monks from Baima Temple..."

As the Deputy Bureau Chief in charge of business for the Security Department in Jiangning, Zhu Guangliang now almost single-handedly bore the counter-espionage tasks for Jiangning, with heavy responsibility and great power. But no matter his rank, he dared not give any discount to Chen Yi's requests.

After clarifying Ru Ding and the others' situation, Zhu Guangliang seriously recorded it in his notebook with a Pencil, then said: "I'll get back to you as soon as possible. Also, regarding the previous plan, I have some new progress on my side."

Chen Yi knew it was about Mitsubishi; he grunted, then stepped to the front of the sidewalk so he wouldn't be overheard.

"They have already sent inspection personnel; everything is smooth." The last four words, Zhu Guangliang said forcefully. Designing a deception operation was not easy. Not to mention the quality of the articles fabricated by the experts Chen Yi found, even using a flawless article to gain the trust of Mitsubishi's Senior Management was quite difficult. A plan worth billions would not change easily without a sufficiently solid reason.

Zhu Guangliang not only used his abilities but also all his connections within the Bureau over the years, finally borrowing a spy to help with indirect inquiry and complete the key part of the plan.

Now it was good. Once Mitsubishi started building the Wharf according to Chen Yi's requirements, it would be like handing over all that money to him. Although there would surely be many legal disputes in between—thank goodness China is not a country ruled by law.

"I'll discuss it in detail when I return." Chen Yi was also excited.

"Alright, alright, then..."

"Wait a moment."

"Yes." Zhu Guangliang naturally dared not hang up first; he just kept waiting. Although in his heart he was stomping on a little effigy labeled Chen Yi.

As a pure member of the Security Department, Zhu Guangliang didn't even believe it himself, but he obeyed authority.

"How is Da Yang doing with you?" Chen Yi was asking about the former short track speed skater; after being trained by Chen Yi at the Martial Arts Hall, he had reached Body Technique Level 5 and returned to the Security Department. He was a member of that year's Body Technique special training; even though several months had passed, the number of Martial Arts Hall students who could now reach Body Technique Level 5 was still countable on one's fingers.

Zhu Guangliang cursed the Aristocratic Scion's meddling in his heart, but his mouth gave a detailed introduction: "Da Yang is the undisputed close-quarters combat expert within the Bureau; many Action Team members admire him very much. However, because the Martial Arts Hall is not a nationally recognized institution, Da Yang might have to wait a bit longer in terms of rank."

He thought Chen Yi was preparing to get Da Yang an official position.

"How is your promotion of Body Technique going?"

"All Action Team members must participate in Body Technique training."

At most, Da Yang can only teach Security Department members up to Body Technique Level 5 — that is, the standard of ordinary professional combat athletes. Among ordinary people, this level is already quite formidable, but within the various Violent Organs, it can only be called excellent; its value lies mainly in shortening the time needed to cultivate certain people in a targeted manner.

Chen Yi hesitated for a moment, then said: "I remember Da Yang's parents are no longer alive?"

"Yes, the provincial sports work team raised him."

"Oh, then what do you think if I want to transfer him over?"

"The Bureau's Body Technique training has just opened up a new situation; I was still preparing to have him go to Southeast Province to promote and propagate it." Zhu Guangliang was so surprised his mouth wouldn't close, thinking: What does transferring him over mean?

"I personally want him; you ask Da Yang's opinion. Best to transfer directly into the Martial Arts Hall; later he might be dispatched overseas, salary from the best." Chen Yi was preparing to send Da Yang to the West Continent to organize West River City Fortress's own spy network.

"Then I'll go ask him." Regardless of whether Zhu Guangliang was willing or not, he knew Da Yang would most likely leave.

Although the reputation of "combat expert" and the like was not weak, in the Security Department, fighting and killing wasn't the mainstream; being able to get on the stage, get into the data center, hook up with beauties, and steal documents — that was the job of field personnel. Da Yang barely qualified for the Action Team's edge, but when it came to actual operations, he couldn't compare to colleagues like retired reconnaissance soldiers; his positioning within the Bureau was actually somewhat awkward. Now Chen Yi opening his mouth to ask for him was giving him face; if he had to talk to Da Yang first, he could only wait to receive a resignation letter.

The call ended, and Yin Senyong also finished the lengthy oath portion, standing properly on the crosswalk like a student being punished by standing.

"Death penalty can be spared, living penalty cannot be escaped; you all say, what punishment measures are there?" Chen Yi asked facing the many Inspection Team Members.

Yin Senyong said dissatisfied: "They are just Commoners."

"Use water-soaked bamboo."

"Drown in a cesspit."

"Hang them up."

"Chili water."

Chen Yi stopped the surging public opinion, saying: "You pick one."

Under the threat of castration, Yin Senyong said helplessly: "Bamboo."

"Water-soaked bamboo is hard for gods and ghosts to withstand!" The Inspection Team Member whose answer was selected was inexplicably excited.

"You go prepare; what's your name?"

"Dai Adi. They call me Red Wolf. I'm a student of the 14th Session."

"How many people in your family? Where are they all?"

"In Sichuan's Luoliang Mountain, a poor mountain ditch, only sorghum and beans grow; a few jujubes and walnuts count as money. I came to Jiangning to work, and had the fortune to enter the Martial Arts Hall."

Since the 6th Session, the Martial Arts Hall has become harder and harder to enter; a 14th Session student indeed deserves to be called fortunate.

Chen Yi nodded, half-jokingly asking: "Do you like interrogation?"

"Often read books from that time."

"Oh, interested in doing this?"

"Yes!" Dai Adi's eyes practically shot out red light.

The other students all stepped back in unison; they could all tell this one was ten out of ten the new Criminal Interrogation Team Member.

Chen Yi was thinking of the West Continent, and asked again: "Willing to go abroad?"

Dai Adi's excitement was about to erupt; in the weak voice of someone who watched two hours of adult films, he said: "Beat up black uncles? Willing, willing!"

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