Login with GoogleChapter 86: Let Us Stir Up Waves
This statement perplexed the group of individuals.
Bai Wei is still speaking in English, and naturally, this group of students who struggle to score above fifty in English language class don't understand.
However, they don't need to comprehend it. They began to squabble and roar, displaying an infuriated and frustrated demeanor as if their sore spots had been pricked.
Firstly, there is the elegant and charming gentleman.
On the other hand, there is a group of rowdy hooligans howling like ghosts.
The contrast is striking.
"Apparently, you all don't know, so let me teach you."
Bai Wei swung his baton, accurately hitting the water glass placed on the table. The stainless steel cup was accurately launched, hitting the forehead of the person in the front.
Bang! The blond crew cut was hit on the head by the water cup, scalding hot water cascading over his head. Clutching his throbbing forehead, he let out a miserable scream, writhing on the ground like a worm.
Several ruffians nearby were taken aback, and the first person blurted out with a slur, "Kisama…"
As the words were spoken, a piece of bread swiftly advanced, and the baton pressed against the bridge of one person's nose. A crisp cracking sound was heard, and the bridge of the nose shattered, causing the figure to be flung backwards.
Bai Wei swiftly rushed into the crowd, his teeth clenched. As he regained his balance, the nearby teenagers had not yet recovered from their shock. They turned their heads, eagerly anticipating how far the person who had not even touched the ground yet could continue to soar. He had already surpassed a distance of five meters without touching the ground.
He naturally didn't need to be polite, freely swinging his baton, promptly knocking each person as if they were sandbags. The ground was filled with the sound of grass rustling as four individuals lay sprawled on the ground.
Bai Wei exclaimed that the baton was indeed a marvelous object, essential for both domestic and travel purposes. Not only could it serve as sustenance, but it could also act as a reliable self-defense weapon in critical moments. Isn't it more practical than a water pipe? It is lightweight and sturdy.
However, it does require some effort if you want to eat it.
Bai Wei glanced at the bloodstains on the baton and remarked, "This baton is no longer usable; it has become soiled."
Yamada cheerfully exclaimed, his hands spread by his mouth, cheering, "Mr. Bai, don't lose that baton. I'll display it in my shop later."
After Bai Wei had knocked down less than half of the ruffians, the remaining bunch had become dispirited. They were bullies who preyed on the weak and were fond of taking unfair advantage.
As a matter of fact, not even a drop of blood was seen on their foreheads, and the system determined that this group of individuals wasn't even worth an exclamation mark.
What a joke! Their combat power is equivalent to that of a wild boar in the Teyvat continent. Their fight ability is very weaker than hilichurls.
The initially knocked down yellow-haired individual, seemingly the leader of the ruffians, had secretly sneaked away, having managed to get back on his feet.
"Wait for me, just you wait!" he shouted with a leaky voice, "I'll go call someone!"
Bai Wei walked back and tossed the bloodstained baton to Yamada.
Yamada lifted it up as if it were a precious treasure. He intended to display this baton in the shop and sing praises of Bai Wei's heroic tale to everyone he met.
The neighbors from the nearby streets, as well as some passersby, all started clapping enthusiastically, applauding the beating of the thugs. This kind of satisfying storyline, no matter how many times you watch it, always feels refreshing.
Bai Wei was in a good mood. He turned around, facing the crowd, placed his right hand on his left chest, his left hand behind his back, and bowed gracefully. It resembled a pianist taking a bow on stage, with elegant and effortless movements, displaying no sign of restraint. Yet, every detail was executed flawlessly, as if the royal protocol had been ingrained in his soul many years ago.
His gesture of courtesy garnered applause from even more people. Certain young girls gazed at the young man, their eyes shimmering with admiration, radiating with brilliance. They eagerly grasped the sleeves of their companions, their hearts filled with excitement, longing to say something. Suddenly, there was much more to talk about among the girls.
Bai Wei sat back in his chair and ordered another plate of colorful confections, indeed savoring the delightful flavors of these traditional Japanese sweets.
He sat down, while Yamada, on the other hand, began to bustle around as several nearby merchants and pedestrians approached, requesting a complimentary plate of snacks.
At this moment, Yamada finally understood that Bai Wei wasn't just indulging in food, but rather advertising on the spot. Even if some young ladies were only approaching to catch a glimpse of this handsome guy, it still benefitted the shop by gaining recognition. In the future, they might become potential customers.
Lasting for approximately over twenty minutes, suddenly a group of gangster thugs dressed in black suits and patterned shirts emerged from the end of the street. A densely packed crowd of over ten individuals, walking menacingly. Meanwhile, the recently tooth-smashed delinquents followed closely behind.
The neighboring shopkeepers quickly stepped back, causing Yamada to exhibit a slight change in expression. However, considering Bai Wei's skills, he suddenly felt that this might not be such a big deal after all. Still, he didn't want to trouble others and was about to inform the workers that they could go home for the day.
As a result, the ruffian with the yellow hair charged forward, shouting loudly, "I said I would seek revenge!"
He turned around and shouted, "Big brother! It's this guy, this person! He looks exactly the same as the person in the portrait I've seen!"
The gangster with sunglasses and a buzz cut took out a portrait from his pocket and, after careful examination, nodded in agreement.
The delinquent with yellow hair became overjoyed, pointing at Bai Wei and roaring, "You're finished, completely done for! You wretched brat, now kneel down and apologize…"
As soon as the words fell, he suddenly heard a muffled sound from behind, causing his heart to skip a beat, as if a fierce beast was approaching from behind.
Turning his neck stiffly, he saw a burly man as strong as a bear.
"Get lost!"
"Yes, yes…" The delinquent with yellow hair meekly lowered his head, stepping aside, yet his expression betrayed his hidden delight.
The surrounding crowd began to stir slightly, with some individuals preparing to make a phone call to report the incident. However, they were stopped by people around them.
Even if the police were notified, they wouldn't be able to handle this gang of gangsters. At most, they would be imprisoned for a few days. If the gangsters targeted them, then they would no longer have a peaceful life from now on.
Bai Wei sat steadily, lifting his head to look at the robust man before him and inquired, "What can I do for you?"
The nearby delinquent on the side completely failed to comprehend the level of confidence and sophistication required for such composure, only preoccupied with mocking, "The stubbornness of a dead duck's mouth."
However, in the next moment, the leading burly man unexpectedly lowered his head, bent his waist, and performed a ninety-degree bow in front of everyone, demonstrating utmost respect.
The gangsters behind also synchronized their bow with the movements of the burly man in front. The gang organization had strict rules, where if the leader lowered his head, they too had to lower theirs.
Seventeen or eighteen gangsters simultaneously bowed their heads to Bai Wei, capturing the startled attention of many. Even the person holding the telephone booth receiver was so astonished that they forgot to dial. A drunken old man, glancing at the scene, was scared sober instantly. As for the delinquents, their reactions were beyond words as they seemed to petrify on the spot, as if a gust of wind could easily blow them away like grains of sand.
Bai Wei took a bite of the dumpling and asked, "What do you mean by this?"
Tsuyoshi Goto bowed his head and said, "Thank you for sparing me and my subordinates' lives. With your skills at that time, wiping us out would have been a piece of cake."
Bai Wei understood and replied, "Well, in that case, you don't have to bow either. I didn't go easy on them."
"Yes, many people were incapacitated," Tsuyoshi Goto replied in a somber tone, straightening his posture. "But we're still alive, and that's a good thing… especially considering it was you we provoked," His voice sounded hoarse, "A true and genuine… swordsman."
Bai Wei smiled, without explaining. In the Ming Country, they didn't debate whether someone was a swordsman or not. They discussed the nine levels of martial arts, each level with examination criteria set by the nation. The second level and above were considered national-level, with the criterion being the ability to break armor with a flick of the finger. This single requirement alone was enough to deter tens of thousands of martial arts practitioners.
"We admit our defeat. With the abilities of the Sanada Group, we are powerless against you. Continuing in this manner will only result in additional damage," said Tsuyoshi Goto as he retrieved an invitation letter from his clothing. "In ten days, we will host a banquet to entertain you. We hope you will honor us with your presence."
Is this an opportunity to meet and laugh away our past grievances?
Bai Wei looked at the invitation letter but didn't accept it.
"If you don't accept it now, this invitation letter will also be delivered to the Yagyū family," said Tsuyoshi Goto. "This matter has garnered considerable attention, and when the time comes, it's possible that more than just the Sanada Group will show up. I hope you are prepared."
"What if I don't go?"
"You can choose not to go, but what consequences it might trigger, I'm also not sure," Tsuyoshi Goto shook his head. "I have no intention of continuing to be your enemy, but my words hold no weight. I am not the leader of the Sanada Group; I merely follow orders."
He set the invitation letter aside, then promptly bowed once more before turning around and leaving the shop with his subordinates.
Walking out onto the street, one of the subordinates murmured, "The boss extends an invitation, yet he doesn't even give a response. His arrogance is quite evident."
Tsuyoshi Goto didn't reprimand, but calmly remarked, "If you had witnessed the scene of a true swordsman taking a life, you wouldn't speak like that… At that time, he didn't even use thirty percent of his strength, it was merely child's play… Just like having a full meal and going for a leisurely walk. Even so, we lost nearly twenty men in the process. If he wanted to kill you, he wouldn't even need a sword. A snap of his fingers would be enough to end your life."
Upon hearing this, the subordinates' faces turned pale, and one of them said, "Is it truly that terrifying?"
Tsuyoshi Goto felt a bit thirsty, so he waved his hand and a subordinate next to him handed him a cup. Suddenly, a bamboo skewer pierced through the stainless steel thermos, causing it to split into two pieces. Hot water overflowed, wetting the colorful dango.
"Allow me to treat you." Bai Wei's voice echoed from a distance.
Tsuyoshi Goto picked up the dango, took a bite, and remarked, "The taste is quite good… I will make sure to support this establishment's business in the future."
The gangsters turned around and left, leaving the previous subordinate staring blankly at thermos with a smoothly sliced opening, rendered speechless like a frozen cicada.
Inside Yoshino's traditional Japanese confectionery shop, Yamada asked, "This invitation, could it be a fateful gathering?"
"Perhaps it is, perhaps it isn't," Bai Wei also wasn't entirely certain as he examined the invitation in his hand, which bore a time-sensitive exclamation mark waiting to be triggered.
"Perhaps it's better not to go."
Bai Wei replied, "Even if it turns out to be a treacherous situation, it is of no concern. If trouble is bound to find its way to me by not going, why not accept the invitation and let him clarify his intentions?"
The two were chatting when suddenly they saw the unruly gang with yellow hair kneel down in front of the shop. Escaping meant death, but prostrating themselves offered a way out.
Yamada's face turned awkward, as he raised his hand to gesture them to leave, but no one dared to budge.
Bai Wei provoked and suggested, "It's a matter of retribution… Just give him a couple of slaps, and we can consider this matter settled."
The unruly gang nodded vigorously, resembling the pounding of garlic cloves.
Yamada hesitated, "This doesn't seem quite right."
Bai Wei asked, "Shall I give it a try? I'll be as gentle as possible."
The yellow-haired ruffian widened his eyes and hastily raised his hand, saying, "That won't do!"
He tremblingly raised his hand and aimed it at his own face, lamenting indignantly, "I'll handle it myself!"
