"Halt, who goes there!"
Fang Bahua was about to drive his car into Dongying Street when two men in samurai attire blocked his path. "This is Dongying Street," one said in broken Dragon Country language. "No entry without an invitation!"
Fang Bahua stared, dumbfounded.
Chen Jiuyang frowned. "What the hell did you say?"
"This is Suhang, Dragon Country, and you're telling me Dragon Country people aren't allowed in?"
"Are you Japanese devils treating this place like your own little foot basin?"
"Baga! How dare you insult us!"
One of the samurai, enraged, grabbed Chen Jiuyang by the collar, demanding an explanation. "Dragon Countryman, you'd better offer a satisfactory apology, or I'll make you pay!"
"An apology?"
"You dare grab my clothes?" Chen Jiuyang's eyes turned cold. "If you're looking for death, don't blame me!"
Chen Jiuyang circulated his true qi slightly.
"Bang—"
The Japanese man was instantly sent flying by Chen Jiuyang's true qi, crashing into a lamppost. Several of his bones shattered, and he lay there, spitting blood. Even if he survived, he would be crippled for life.
There was no room for courtesy when dealing with the Japanese.
"Dragon Country martial artist!" The other samurai's expression shifted slightly. He quickly took out a walkie-talkie and spoke a few unintelligible Japanese words.
Moments later, a middle-aged man with a mustache, dressed in a suit, approached Chen Jiuyang. He looked at Chen Jiuyang with disdain and spoke fluent Dragon Country language. "Young man, although you are a martial artist, you have quite the nerve to cause trouble in Dongying Street and gravely injure my man!"
"Heh," Chen Jiuyang scoffed. "What do you intend to do? You've built a Dongying Street in my Dragon Country's territory and you're not even letting Dragon Country people in. Aren't you Japanese people being a bit too arrogant?"
"Hmph!" The suited man with a mustache snorted and took out his phone to make a call. "Constable Zhang, your Dragon Countryman deliberately provoked trouble in Dongying Street. You must come and handle this, or I will report this to the embassy and escalate the matter."
"Oh, suit yourself," Chen Jiuyang said indifferently, standing his ground.
Immediately, Chen Jiuyang called Yun Jingbai. "Jingbai, those Japanese brats don't seem sincere and are looking for trouble. I'm blocked outside Dongying Street and can't even see anyone. Give them a call. If they don't want to resolve this, I'll turn around and leave. No need to waste time. Just tell them what I said."
"Okay," Yun Jingbai replied from the other end of the phone.
A short while later, a police car arrived, and two constables from the Six Doors walked out. The leader was a bald middle-aged constable who smiled obsequiously at the Japanese man with the mustache. "Mr. Kishibe, thank you for waiting."
The Japanese man with the mustache stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly, "Please handle this quickly."
The middle-aged constable then approached Chen Jiuyang, his expressionless. "You were the one provoking trouble in Dongying Street and injuring Mr. Kishibe's subordinate?"
"What if I was?" Chen Jiuyang replied calmly.
"Do you think you can just injure people because you're a martial artist?" The middle-aged constable took out handcuffs. "You'll have to come back to the Six Doors with me."
"Hold on," Chen Jiuyang said calmly. "The other party attacked first. I was merely defending myself."
"Tell me whatever you need to say at the Six Doors."
Chen Jiuyang frowned. "Are you really a Six Doors constable? You believe this Japanese brat with just one sentence, but you don't believe your own Dragon Countryman? What kind of Six Doors constable are you?"
The Six Doors constable's face darkened. "I don't need you to teach me how to do my job, kid. Dongying Street provides Suhang with so much GDP every year. These are international friends. If this isn't handled properly, it could escalate into a diplomatic incident."
"Be sensible and come with me!"
This young man before him was a martial artist, while he was just an ordinary person. If he couldn't persuade the young man, he couldn't forcibly take him back to the Six Doors.
"This is ridiculous!" Chen Jiuyang laughed in exasperation.
At this moment, the Japanese man with the mustache's phone rang. His expression changed. After answering, he bowed repeatedly and bent his back. After hanging up, he forced a smile and approached Chen Jiuyang, bowing. "Mr. Chen Jiuyang, I apologize. My subordinate did not recognize you earlier, which led to a misunderstanding."
The middle-aged constable looked puzzled. Mr. Kishibe's attitude had changed so drastically. Just a moment ago, he had demanded that this kid be dealt with severely, and now he was apologizing on his own.
"Slap—"
Chen Jiuyang slapped the Japanese man with the mustache directly across the face and said coldly, "You are so arrogant on my Dragon Country's territory, relying on your foreign status to order Six Doors constables around. If there's a next time, I'll kill you, understand?"
The Japanese man with the mustache felt a surge of anger, but he dared not show it. His face red and swollen, he said, "I'm sorry!"
The middle-aged constable's eyelids twitched. Mr. Kishibe didn't dare to utter a word even after being slapped by Chen Jiuyang. It seemed he had an extraordinary background. He coughed and said, "Since you have resolved this yourselves, it is no longer the Six Doors' concern. Disperse."
Saying this, he prepared to leave the scene.
Chen Jiuyang looked at the Six Doors constable again, his eyes chilling. "You'd better remember that you are a Dragon Countryman. This is Dragon Country territory. If you speak for foreigners again next time, I'll peel your skin off."
"You'd better write a self-criticism report and submit it for today's incident. I'll call the Chief Constable of Suhang Six Doors later to see how capable you are. You'd best watch yourself."
The middle-aged constable's face turned ashen, but he didn't dare to retort. He simply said gruffly, "I understand."
With that, he drove the police car away.
The Japanese man with the mustache straightened up and said to Chen Jiuyang, "Mr. Chen Jiuyang, please come with me. Mr. Hisashi has been waiting for you for a long time."
It was clear that within Dongying Street, the status of Japanese people was also divided into ranks.
Upon entering Dongying Street, Chen Jiuyang noticed there were no Dragon Country women. All the women were Japanese, each wearing a kimono, possessing exceptional beauty and demeanor, speaking elegant language, and mastering at least three languages. Among women, they were indeed elites.
The area was mainly composed of Japanese restaurants, bars, and clubs, with a small number of Japanese merchandise stores.
Aside from these, most of the well-dressed Dragon Country men were here seeking pleasure and entertainment.
Chen Jiuyang's eyelids twitched as he looked around, feeling a sense of unease.
The Japanese man with the mustache led Chen Jiuyang to a three-story wooden house, elegantly decorated. The Japanese man who had appeared at Yun Jingbai's hotel yesterday was sitting at a tea table. Upon seeing Chen Jiuyang, he showed a respectful expression.
"Please, Divine Doctor Chen, be merciful!"