Chapter 449: Only I Have My Own Law Chapter 449 Touring Jiangning

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

The prosperity of Jiangning thoroughly shocked the Knights from the West Continent.

The same traffic, the same towering buildings, the same crowded streets, the same colorful clothes, the same flat roads, the same endless delicacies, the same televisions and appliances, the same men loving men, the same early romances, the same brain-dead crowds, the same rioters and corrupt officials... Before the ritual, the gentlemen who were determined to become Divine Art Knights seemed not to notice any of this; after the ritual, these differences became the focus of the Knights' discussion.

Standing before the Feng Pei Building, the largest at the street corner, Yin Sen Sheng observed with a professional eye and spoke solemnly: "I guess this building was refined from some kind of special stone mountain, hollowing out the impurities inside, calcining its skeleton with a special method, then leveling up, down, left, and right to build it."

Yin Sen Heng, also a Divine Art Knight, immediately retorted: "Wouldn't that make it easy to topple?"

"Dig several hundred feet, stuff the lower half of the stone mountain into it, and it would be as stable as a rock."

The conversation between the two Knights amused Chen Yi, who interrupted Guide Lie Jiu's introduction and said: "Then let's go inside the building to take a look, how about it?"

"Fine." This time, five or six people answered.

Knights from the West Continent generally liked things grand and solemn. Automobiles and appliances were mere trinkets in their eyes, but spacious airports and buildings hundreds of meters high could arouse their interest.

The top floor of the Feng Pei Building was an observation deck open to the public. Chen Yi led a group into the hall, and before the receptionist at the front desk could call the police, he produced a stack of Gold Bonds and handed them to the window, asking: "We need 33 tickets, do you accept them?"

Everyone in Jiangning now knew about Gold Bonds. The ticket seller hesitated, took out one of her own bonds from the drawer, compared them, and thought: If it's fake, it's the bureau's loss; if it's real, I'll take it to exchange.

With that thought, she smiled and agreed: "I'll accept them for 5,000 yuan."

As the money-counting machine hummed, Yin Sen Sheng stared at the iron bars of the ticket window and asked: "Why use iron to bar this place?"

Lie Jiu replied: "To prevent theft. There is a lot of metal here, and most objects are cast from iron."

He was the earliest Hunter Villager to come to Earth to transport goods, had learned simple Chinese, and knew more about China than the people of Tanzania.

Yin Sen Sheng, however, did not believe him: "A piece of iron like this can only stop children; besides, would we covet the property of these Civilians?"

As he spoke, he placed his hand on the window and pulled hard, Shenjia surging; the iron bars, along with the surrounding reinforced concrete, were all pulled out with a "Bang," like pulling a wine bottle cork.

The ticket window became a square hole one meter across; the table before the ticket seller was still clean, looking as if it were open for business.

She stared blankly at the strong Yin Sen Sheng, still holding the 5,000 yuan Chen Yi had paid. The ticket seller's expression struggled for a few seconds, then she decisively stood up, took all the money from the drawer onto the counter, and said: "Sir, it's all yours."

The so-called feeling in one's heart—something as cinematic as robbing a ticket office—easily evokes a string of strange names and strange images.

Yin Sen Sheng didn't understand, thinking he should just take the money, reached out to grab it, and said with a smile: "Excuse me, I broke your iron thing, but it really is useless, a bit of a waste."

Chen Yi's face turned pitch black; he blocked the man's hand and said: "Put it down."

Given the rule of Oath Keeping, Yin Sen Sheng, though puzzled, still retracted his claws.

The ticket seller wore a bitter expression and said: "There really is only this much."

"None of your business. Lie Jiu, explain to him what's going on." Chen Yi blocked him.

Lie Jiu actually didn't understand the situation either; after thinking for a long time, he said softly: "Knight Sir Yin Sen Sheng, in the city, it seems you can't casually use power above Combat Knight level."

Yin Sen Sheng looked apologetic and said: "I just thought using Shenjia would be convenient. Sorry, I won't waste Battle Qi and Shenjia casually in the future."

Neither of them hit the point; Chen Yi sighed deeply and didn't prepare to explain in detail. All he heard in his ears were panicked police reports; if they hadn't had over thirty people, the building's security would have come to claim credit.

"Go upstairs." Chen Yi finished speaking, pushed the money back to the ticket seller, took the tickets, and went to the elevator.

The Knights followed with a whoosh, like docile little sheep; the last one in, Yin Senpi, blinked his eyes, curiously watching the slowly closing aluminum alloy doors.

The moment the elevator doors fully closed, the force of rapidly leaving the ground became apparent.

The flesh on Yin Senpi's cheeks twitched; he said nervously: "Why is it moving?"

"Fast elevator; we're going to the 88th floor. Don't worry, it's not like a car." Chen Yi said, taking out his mobile phone to call Bureau Chief Yan.

If he hadn't explained, it would have been fine, but once he explained, Yin Senpi thought of cars. He now had the Divine Art "Balance," theoretically making even an Olympic gymnastics champion seem like child's play, but facing the psychological suggestion of motion sickness... his stomach spasmed instantly.

Chen Yi pressed the phone's mouthpiece and commanded directly: "No vomiting now."

After hanging up, he continued explaining to Bureau Chief Yan: "Foreign Strongmen encountering tofu-dreg projects—if we don't help and say a few words, they really have nowhere to reason, so..."

The elevator made a "Ding" sound.

Yin Senpi rushed out immediately and vomited with a gushing sound.

Chen Yi was also helpless, pinching his nose and said: "Who has a way to purify the air?"

Two Knights stepped forward, using Battle Qi to push away that pile of semi-fluid stuff; Yin Senpi also embarrassedly used Shenjia.

When he was with his family, he actually didn't have this problem; the only things that could make him feel dizzy were various mounts and carriages. Even so, he had chosen the "Balance" Divine Art to cope. Unfortunately, a Knight who had been "carsick" for 20 years had developed a psychological suggestion; even a small elevator acceleration could make him eager to vomit.

Tourists on the observation deck looked at Yin Senpi with various disdainful gazes; most left resentfully, but a few girls who should have loved beauty and cleanliness stayed behind.

Following their bold gazes, Chen Yi then realized that, by Earth's standards, Yin Senpi was actually a Handsome Man.

Over 1.9 meters tall, tall and mighty without saying more; his inverted-triangle figure was more beautiful than a fitness champion's. His face shape was somewhat square; if hung on a short little Japanese person, it might seem strange, but because of his stature and white skin, the square face played the finishing touch, instantly elevating him from a pretty boy to a modest foreign wealthy gentleman.

"Hello, are you here to tour Jiangning?" Without waiting long, a tall girl appeared first before Yin Senpi, her curved eyebrows and eyes full of longing.

Chen Yi helplessly gave up the central position. Yin Senpi's face shape and figure completely matched ancient Chinese aesthetic standards; even his white skin benefited from this. If handsome men were considered the Demonic Path, Yin Senpi was entirely the Righteous Path's appearance—solemn and handsome, low-key and not frivolous.

Another woman rushed in like a moth to a flame and began introducing herself.

"Let's go look over there." Chen Yi called the Knights to the other side of the viewing platform.

When even the essence of vomiting couldn't stop their affection, aliens certainly weren't a good reason to stop them. If anyone believed it, it was only to stage a world-shaking absolute love.

Chen Yi shook his head and had Lie Jiu continue telling them simple common sense.

The 26 Knights who had not advanced all voluntarily stayed in the Chen Family Martial Arts Hall; even without him there, a 160-kilometer radius meant the entire Jiangning area, so they had to understand basic knowledge to avoid causing trouble.

Without heavy weapons for self-defense, two Combat Knights cooperating could blow up three or five police bureaus in a day, and with the West Continent's living habits, they absolutely had sufficient reason to resist any rules and restrictions, just like the iron bars earlier.

The elevator opened again.

Two unarmed police officers walked in and asked loudly: "Which one is Mr. Chen?"

"I am." Chen Yi stepped out with a smile.

"Mr. Chen Yi?" The other party confirmed repeatedly.

"It's me."

"We're here to take a statement," the police officer said, pulling out a small notebook. He didn't know where the order had come from, so he could only try not to offend Chen Yi.

The first floor of Feng Pei Building was already full of police; if not for a background as hard as diamond, those coming up now would have been Armed Police.

Chen Yi glared fiercely at Yin Sen Sheng, then turned to the police with a pleasant expression to explain.

By the time the last police car with flashing red lights left, it was already past dinnertime,

and after this delay, no one had any interest in continuing to browse, so Chen Yi decisively led everyone toward the Martial Arts Hall. Thirty Knights, whether they practiced Divine Arts or not, would spend most of their future time teaching at the Martial Arts Hall.

"Within one year, I want a large number of students to reach Level 6 or above in Body Technique. I know many students can already reach Level 6, but I want it to be universal."

"Roughly how many?"

"100,000, maybe 200,000." Chen Yi wasn't speaking idly; if they wanted to develop on the West Continent, 200,000 was just a very small number.

But to West Continent people, 200,000 was still no small number.

At least the population of a city-state.

Yin Senpi looked at the tall Meijiang Building and asked, "How many households does this city have?"

"Over 20 million people; we don't count by households anymore."

Given the West Continent's mobilization capacity, a ratio of one percent is just right. Yin Senpi understood this very well.

But Chen Yi then added, "Southeast Province has a population of nearly 100 million."

Yin Sen Sheng was startled and said, "That many people—even if they were all trained to Level 6 Body Technique, they couldn't be organized. There must be high-ranking Knights; an army of over 100,000 would need at least several dozen Combat Knights... Family Knights aren't particularly suited to leading armies."

"We use officers." Everyone had by now reached the elevator area of Meijiang Building, and Chen Yi spoke while pressing the buttons.

Yin Senpi's throat started itching again.

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