"Good!"
Yue Rushuang was of the same mind. "I'll go and do it now."
Bai Zihe nodded.
He himself headed towards the "Hefeng Sheng Yan" restaurant, the place where his second senior sister was being held, as Yue Rushuang had told him.
It was called a restaurant, but it wasn't entirely a restaurant.
It was a complete estate in the style of the Ying people, with a restaurant inside.
"Your, what are you doing?"
As Bai Zihe reached the entrance, two men in samurai attire blocked his path.
Both wore white silk headbands with a red sun pattern in the center and a tuft of dark beard below, unmistakably Ying people.
Bai Zihe's cold eyes flickered with a chilling light. "I'm here to find someone."
"Find someone?"
The one on the left said in broken Daxian language, "Pass our test first!"
As soon as he finished speaking.
Without a word, the two attacked Bai Zihe.
This style was truly...
Very Ying!
But how could Bai Zihe fear the two of them?
He walked forward resolutely, not paying them any mind.
"Baga!"
The two roared and punched simultaneously.
Bai Zihe's face was as cold as frost, and he snorted, "Baga your mother, get lost."
His fist was like a dragon, and his movement was like the wind.
In just one exchange, the two were sent flying by Bai Zihe, falling to the ground and unable to get up.
"Baga!"
The Ying samurai guarding the entrance saw this and was furious.
A small team of ten directly drew their katanas and charged forward.
Bai Zihe's expression remained unchanged, his steps steady.
Two seconds later.
The Ying samurai rushed to Bai Zihe.
Clang!
The katanas flashed blindingly, their killing intent permeating the air.
"You!"
"You're dead, dead!"
The leading samurai, seeing that he was neither defending nor evading, had a bloodthirsty glint in his triangular eyes, cold and sinister.
Then.
The large sword was swung at Bai Zihe's face.
Crack!
At the critical moment.
Bai Zihe raised his hand and actually caught the katana with his bare hands.
It was only an inch away from his forehead.
No matter how hard the Ying samurai pushed, he couldn't advance another millimeter, causing the Ying samurai to wail.
"What are you barking about?"
Bai Zihe let out a cold snort and applied force with his hand.
The sturdy katana was directly shattered by him, scattering into pieces.
One piece flew towards the Ying samurai's throat, easily piercing it. Blood gushed out like a spring, shooting up more than two meters high.
The Ying samurai fell to the ground, dead on the spot.
His death further ignited the ferocity in the remaining Ying people.
They charged forward with their swords raised, fearless of death.
Some aimed at Bai Zihe's chest.
Some aimed at Bai Zihe's groin.
Some aimed at Bai Zihe's face.
Without exception, they were all fatal targets, all wanting to kill Bai Zihe on the spot.
Bai Zihe continued his advance, without the slightest change, not even slowing down.
Until they reached him.
Crack, crack...
Bai Zihe directly grabbed these katanas and broke them all.
Then.
With a single palm, he subdued and killed them all!
He strode inside.
In the deepest part of the estate.
There was an extremely luxurious pavilion.
On the pavilion, there was a place similar to a Daxian balcony, but not quite the same.
Several Ying people knelt before a table, discussing tea and Dao.
One of them picked up his teacup, took a sip, then slowly put it down, closed his eyes, with an expression of enjoyment.
After a while.
He slowly opened his eyes, looked at the others, pointed to the teacup with a smile, and said, "Kurikara..."
As soon as he spoke, it was in a very strong Tokyo accent!
As he spoke.
The others also began to converse fluently in the Ying language.
These people.
They would sometimes talk animatedly, sometimes laugh heartily, sometimes whisper, sometimes ponder.
Clearly, they were enjoying each other's company.
When Bai Zihe arrived, this was the scene he witnessed.
He sneered, walked up the wooden stairs, reached the top of the pavilion, directly pulled up a chair, and sat down with his legs crossed.
The faces of the Ying people changed instantly, becoming extremely angry.
They knew this person was Bai Zihe.
What angered them was.
That Bai Zihe was so disrespectful of their Ying culture.
The person who had spoken earlier immediately accused, "Bai Zihe, do you know there's a saying called 'When in Rome, do as the Romans do'?"
His Daxian language was surprisingly fluent.
But his face was full of anger, devoid of the elegance he had while tasting tea just moments ago.
Bai Zihe raised his eyebrows slightly and said calmly, "Do you, in turn, know that you should introduce yourself before speaking?"
The Ying person who spoke froze.
He had intended to reprimand Bai Zihe, but instead, he was outmaneuvered.
He immediately said with a grim face, "Tanaka Hiroaki!"
"Teachable."
Bai Zihe nodded faintly, as if satisfied with his performance.
This tone, this demeanor...
It was as if a teacher were instructing a student.
Before the confrontation had even begun, Tanaka Hiroaki found himself at a disadvantage, which enraged him.
Tanaka Hiroaki stared intently at Bai Zihe, and said angrily, "Bai Zihe, since you've come to our Ying cultural street, why don't you follow the local customs and kneel like us?"
A colder glint appeared in Bai Zihe's eyes.
He gazed at Tanaka Hiroaki, a chilling curve on his lips.
"This is Daxian!"
"This is the capital of Jiangdong Province, not Ying Country!"
"I'd like to ask you, who are you referring to when you say 'follow local customs'? Which place are you referring to, and whose customs are you following?"