Chapter 346: Only I Am Unique in Law Chapter 346 Knowledge Potion

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

The Japanese are an ethnic group with strong adaptability.

They can bow and scrape in America, burn, kill, loot, and plunder in Africa, strut arrogantly in Asia, and on the moon... silently hop...

When the security environment at Jiangbei Wharf deteriorated, Yan Qi Masayoshi complained to the Jiangning Government while instructing Yamashita Horyu to solve the problem as much as possible.

However, the Jiangbei Police Sub-bureau, which had just been adjusted, enforced the law impartially. They implemented a policy of "letting neither a good person nor a bad person go," so the security section of Jiangbei Port Company and the thugs became evenly matched. The thugs lived in the police station like a collective dormitory, while the security guards lived in the police station with low morale.

When "Jiangbei Big Brother" Niu Xiang started a brawl for the third time, only his own lackeys remained by his side, and everyone had stayed at the police station for two nights.

After Niu Xiang proved through his own experience that the other side also had backing, Yamashita Horyu decided to use money to "settle it."

Thus, after three full days of negotiation, the thugs near the water pump collected 3,000 yuan in protection money every day, plus 50,000 yuan in medical fees, and left laughing heartily.

The adequate water supply did not allow the gentlemen of Jiangbei Port Group to laugh for long; almost on the day it ended, a grain merchant came to complain that the thugs were forcibly collecting tips.

It was precisely the ruthless Niu Xiang leading his men to the grain wharf, cursing the untrustworthy thugs under his breath, as if he had evolved into a noble, snow-white non-mammalian animal.

When he arrived at the site, Niu Xiang saw several new thugs.

People in their thirties could be called "old" in the thug world, but these five old thugs left dozens of grain merchants helpless.

"What did they do to you?" Niu Xiang asked curiously.

"Poured hot water."

"What?"

"If you don't give them tips, these bastards secretly pour hot water into the grain and beans, and the rice and beans underneath will all mold," the grain merchant said hatefully.

Niu Xiang's eyes lit up; what a good idea, low cost and high yield. He immediately judged: "Everyone else paid, right?"

"I, Lao Sun, am not easy to bully. If you can't solve it, I'll go to Jiangnan Wharf to get goods in the future," this grain merchant was still quite tough.

"Even if you paid tips, Jiangbei is still cheaper." When he used to be a big brother, Niu Xiang had done plenty of despicable things and understood these merchants' psychology.

Having said that, Niu Xiang smiled generously, patted the shoulder of the merchant who called himself Lao Sun, and said: "Rest assured, I'll settle it for you."

He walked with a duck-like gait, waddled up, and declared: "I just shook down a group yesterday, and today I run into you lot. You've broadened my horizons, but you'd best pay up and leave."

"Give the brothers some tips, and we'll leave," the old thug said in a steady voice, with an air of wanting money, not life.

"You only have five people? How much money do you want?" If a fight could be avoided, it would be. Niu Xiang had been an enforcer for Mitsubishi for over a year and had grown soft, unable to tolerate prison.

The old thugs across from them smiled contemptuously and said: "One mao per kilogram of grain."

"Damn your mother." Five percent profit was something the grain merchants might not even earn; Niu Xiang instantly flew into a rage.

The old thugs were unmoved; the leader looked down his nose and said: "If you have the guts, beat me to death; otherwise, your grain will have to be at this price."

Niu Xiang laughed in anger; he finally understood why officials, when speaking of triads, always said "this is the world of the party and state." To be so arrogant on his own turf, the other side truly deserved to be old thugs.

"Quite the shelf." Niu Xiang's mouth corner twitched twice, and his face gradually became ferocious.

His lackeys saw this and all gripped the steel pipes and batons in their hands, waiting only for Niu Xiang to shout "hit" before they all rushed up.

Only to see the thugs opposite looking at them blankly, yet their eyes flickered with fanaticism.

"Could they have guns?" Niu Xiang first thought of gas guns. He waved the long iron ruler he carried, blocking eyes above and crotch below, and his heart instantly felt much more at ease. He roared like an ox: "Brothers, charge with me."

Suddenly, a popping sound came from around them.

Niu Xiang was astonished and hurriedly looked left and right; not a single one of his own men had fallen, but instead, the footsteps on his side slowed down.

Looking at the other side again, the five old thugs were all lying comfortably on the grain piles, legs twisted to clamp their groins, waists curled to protect their kidneys, hands clasping their heads to guard the back of their heads... their chests pressed against the ground, exposing only the rear, left, and right directions.

The lackeys shouted and struck down, lightly or heavily.

Niu Xiang hesitated and stood outside the grain pile.

The old thugs made not a sound, allowing the steel pipes and batons to fly and smash, truly enduring this siege.

It is said that Tianjin thugs were famous throughout the world for their "ruthlessness." Back then, if a thug had no money to eat, he would use this trick to lie horizontally at the casino entrance, allowing the casino's enforcers to beat him, but as long as he made not a sound and held out until the enforcers stopped, the casino boss had to come out and say "you've got guts," then wrap him in red silk and carry him home, with the polite host personally visiting to comfort him with kind words, giving a string of coins every day until the casino closed. Of course, if he couldn't endure the beating and made groaning or begging sounds, he would surely be mocked.

Such behavior was called "selling flavor." After Yuan Shikai trained troops at Xiaozhan and severely cracked down on Tianjin thugs, this scene had not been seen for many years.

Niu Xiang didn't know if the other side was the legendary Tianjin thugs, but he knew in his heart that his side dared not kill anyone.

Since they dared not kill anyone, if the other side came knocking again next time, they would have to spend a large sum of money.

Looking at the grain merchant beside him, he had already been scared silly staring at the blood all over the ground.

"Stop."

The ruthlessness on Niu Xiang's face was gone; he helplessly stepped forward and asked gently: "Brothers, shall I send you to the hospital?"

The five thugs seemed to have breath in but none out; the leader weakly said: "Everything at the grain wharf, thirty per ton, no exceptions."

"I'll send you to the station to stay," a lackey beside him cursed angrily.

The old thug only disdainfully curled his lip; after being beaten like this, the police station wouldn't dare to take them in.

Niu Xiang couldn't let anyone die, saying some empty words: "You're all tough guys; I'll cover the medicine fees. Dahua, drive the car over."

"Thirty per ton." The thug pointed at the grain pile and the storage room behind it, and was finally loaded onto the car.

The five were sent to the hospital, all in a state of half-dead; Niu Xiang felt anxious in his heart, but also felt he could have two days of peace.

Who would have thought that starting from the next day, at least one big thug would drag his mangled body every day and lie by the weighing scale to collect money.

He dared to stand in front of a truck without blinking an eye; if anyone wanted to fight, he would show his body full of bandages, let you bully him, and by evening, the grain of the most arrogant merchant would be injected with hot water.

Since ancient times, the arrogant fear the reckless, and the reckless fear those who don't care about their lives!

Losing money in business was even more likely to take the merchants' lives.

There was a reason Tianjin thugs operated in Tianjin; unless the government's powerful institutions acted with extreme measures and attitudes, to reduce harm to their business and themselves, the merchants would eventually have to submit. Before the great Tianjin thug Yuan Shikai, no one had ever beaten such people who didn't care about their lives.

Let alone Bureau Chief Yan ordering the Jiangbei Sub-bureau police to enforce the law impartially and without bias—without police methods, small thugs like Niu Xiang, with countless misgivings behind them, could ultimately only pretend not to know.

As time passed, the tips at the Jiangbei grain wharf practically became a tax, invisibly increasing the merchants' expenditures and reducing the traffic of ships coming and going.

Next, the figures of hoodlums also appeared on the dry goods and seafood wharves.

Everything went wrong!

Only now did Yan Qi Masayoshi truly understand the meaning of this Chinese phrase.

The Mingde Group acted timidly and hesitantly, news from Institute 806 was always delayed, normal wharf business was obstructed... the huge investment failing to yield immediate results left Yan Qi Masayoshi feeling so stifled he could not speak.

Within the Mitsubishi Group, the China branch had already begun to be evaluated as: a declining old woman.

At Friday's Jin Yao Association meeting, at least three directors seriously criticized Yan Qi Masayoshi. This caused his reputation within the group to plummet severely.

Yan Qi Masayoshi certainly did not want to serve out his term in China; or rather, given the current situation, even if he did want to serve out his term in China, the presidents of the Jin Yao Association would not agree.

This situation made Yan Qi Masayoshi feel very unfair. In the initial stage, the Jiangbei wharf did not use a single penny from the Mitsubishi Trading Company; it was all bank loans he secured through his wit and connections, pulling off an empty-handed profit. If they hadn't received some confidential information and demanded the bulk wharf be expanded, these loans would have been repaid clearly by now...

Therefore, Yan Qi Masayoshi always felt wronged, with nowhere to vent. Speaking out would only get him angrily denounced as incompetent.

Chen Yi, hiding in the dark, watched the Jiangbei Wharf go from deserted to bustling, then from bustling back to deserted, and felt a surge of joy in his heart.

This joy made his frequency of speaking increase rapidly lately, his Honesty attribute constantly being triggered... the Divine Art "Comprehend Languages" also advanced by leaps and bounds. Now he has absolutely no problem understanding the Middle English in Shakespearean plays on the BBC — this is roughly equivalent to the level of listening to Chinese opera.

Quantitative change produces qualitative change.

When he went to the Saint Qiao Kingdom again, Chen Yi found another good thing on the Crystal Screen.

Knowledge Solvent!

A solvent that can fuse knowledge; eat it, and you will possess that knowledge.

"The Knowledge Solvent must be paired with images; only images can form stable knowledge in the brain." Timothy Great Mage said regretfully: "The simplest image magic is Level 4 Mirror Distortion, equivalent to at most... one minute of time..."

Chen Yi waved his hand to stop his further explanation, asking: "Non-magic-generated images work too, right?"

"Of course, nature sometimes naturally produces images, perhaps generated by magnets or something, but they are not knowledge, ah."

Chen Yi laughed without speaking; no one on Earth understands Level 4 magic, but educational video footage is absolutely rampant.

A Knowledge Potion storing 100 minutes of footage costs only 100 Gold Coins, and they can be used on anyone.

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