Chapter Eighty-Three: Striped Tie and Grey Suit

  The Italian's nose twitched as he slowly used his knife to pry open a large enough gap, then let the people behind him go first.

  When he was downstairs, he was full of confidence and looked down on the Germans.

  But when he got upstairs, his caution was entirely different.

  Nine European giants walked out of the staircase one by one.

  From his direction, a patch of blood and groaning Koreans could be seen. These yellow-skinned Asian faces gathered in three small circles, treating each other's wounds and occasionally cursing something.

  The focus of everyone's attention was naturally Chen Yi, who was carrying a mop handle.

  He turned his back on Europeans and had no intention of turning around.

  The Italian slowly raised his knife.

  Just as he was about to give the order, Chen Yi said in clear Chinese: "Well done, continue to ask them for 350 times leverage."

  "What does it mean?" The Italian asked his companion who was best at Chinese immediately.

  "I'm on the phone with the bank." Answered Chen Yi himself.

  He flashed a tired smile, with the blood-stained stick hanging down by his leg. A drop of blood seemed to be coagulating.

  Bank?

  Some Italians don't understand the situation.

  The wounded on the ground and the blood all over the floor are obviously not problems that a bank should be solving.

  "Are you Chen Yi?" He tried to be a bit more friendly.

  "No." Chen Yi replied directly.

  The Italian looked at his photo and didn't believe it at all, chuckled twice, saying: "Good try. Come with us, otherwise..."

  He raised the handle of the knife at the same time and looked around, threatening its maker in a pool of blood, as if some power was too small.

  "Who sent you?" Chen Yi asked naturally.

  The Italians just laughed.

  Chen Yi raised the mop handle again, now at most one-third of its original length.

  "We have 9 people, you still want to try?"

  As they spoke, a group of robust European men slowly gathered around them.

  Han Jie shouted from inside the room: "I've already called the police, you'd better leave as soon as possible."

  "We will leave with Mr. Chen." The Italian's English was slightly better than his Chinese, but still sounded like rapid-fire colloquialisms: "Don't worry, we won't hurt you."

  Chen Yi furrowed his brow, although he had lost a lot of physical strength, it was no problem to fight another round. Now he was only worried that Han Jie behind him would get hurt.

  As for Jindona - He carefully turned around, leaned against the wall, reached into his backpack and tore open a listening scroll.

  Tier 3 Listening Scroll: Allows for extended hearing and the ability to hear the thoughts of living beings.

  A jumbled mess of information burst into my mind.

  Most of them are meaningless words, occasionally with some short sentences, but also without any practical content.

  Chen Yi recalled the feeling of being filled with power just now and focused on the Italian.

  "Software, copy interrogation."

  This is the clearest word brought by listening.

  His face suddenly fell.

  Just from the word "software", he can think of Wall Street and high-frequency trading. Only this is worth questioning.

  The Italian thought his intimidation had worked and excitedly patted the person next to him, saying: "You take Mr. Chen into the elevator."

  Others slowly gathered around, but only one person came close and tried to grab Chen Yi's hands.

  Chen Yi slightly moved the wooden stick, making a defensive posture, and concentrated his spirit on Jindona.

  A wave of sadness suddenly enveloped him.

  "Miss, organization" were the two words he heard.

  "What organization?" Chen Yi frowned and thought: Are these two groups together?

  Chen Rongxi suddenly shouted: "Second brother be careful!"

  She then poured out a whole bucket of water.

  The Europeans who were walking in circles were suddenly drenched and opened their eyes wide, speaking a certain language with a wow.

  "You're still the Eight-Nation Alliance." Chen Yishang managed to say one sentence, his wrist lightly twisting, making a forward thrusting motion.

  Leaning against his recent Mr. unclear, left hand still buckled in handcuffs, mouth smiling and saying: "Relax (easy), relax......"

  The mop handle shot out as fast as lightning and hit him right in the chest.

  The blunt wooden stick only penetrated two or three centimeters of muscle, but the massive impact force sent him stumbling backward with a "thud thud".

  "Up together." The Italian raised his Turkish sword at the same time and said: "To live is not necessarily to be whole."

  Chen Yi lightly shook his head, and the wooden stick in his hand didn't move at all.

  He chuckled twice and said, "I won't guarantee you're safe then."

  A group of European men charged forward together, with quite a bit of military might.

  This impact and deterrent force is much more powerful than the disorganized Korean peasant army. Not to mention that they have many sharp blades in their hands.

  Chen Yi retreated and then advanced again, instantly knocking down one person, and then continuously parrying four long knives.

  He let out a soft sigh.

  The Knights of San Chiao are skilled in martial arts and are not afraid of being outnumbered.

  Especially so-called knightly foot combat skills were originally used by knights who had lost their horses and were surrounded by infantry.

  Repeatedly besieged, for the knights, it's not something they can say is a common occurrence, but it's also something they must get used to. Chen Yi had learned several hundred hours of combat skills, which couldn't be said to have reached the level of mastery, but could be considered proficient.

  A Turkish dagger slipped in along the seam of his clothes and silently struck at his opponent's abdomen.

  Chen Yi seemed to have barely looked at it, his body naturally shifted to one side, and he crossed blades with him without a single hair being harmed.

  That aura re-emerged within his body once again.

  From outside in, from inside out.

  The entire corridor seemed to be shrouded in a single breath.

  And he can now feel everything that happens here through these breaths.

  He didn't need to look to know the attack routes of the other four people; he didn't need to look to know Han Jie's terrified expression with her hand covering her mouth; he didn't need to look to know Kim Duna's conflicted expression with her eyes wide open; he didn't need to look to know the weakened state of several senior students vomiting...

  Thousands of hours of martial arts training had made him accustomed to dashing attacks, retreating dodges and counterattacks...

  A European man fell flat on his nose.

  One of them covered his bleeding abdomen with his hand and leaned against a wooden stick, but the strength in his hands was not enough to hold on.

  The Italian's face turned extremely ugly, he loudly roared two sentences of something, the slightly chaotic attack stopped, leaving 6 people to reassemble into a semicircle and slowly close in again.

  It seems like they want to maintain their siege state.

  The corridor fell silent for a moment.

  Chen Yi's face turned a bit more serious, and his hands grasped a wooden stick with flowers on it.

  He is confident and can handle six well-trained people, but in this case, he might have to pay a price.

  "Everyone go back to your rooms and lock the doors, Big Brother will be right back." Chen Yi could only say this to the people behind him.

  Although several students had some fighting power, they could barely fight against the international students. Facing these big Europeans from who-knows-where was just too dangerous.

  Han Jie and Chen Rongxi frantically closed the doors and windows, and pulled over a cabinet to block them from inside.

  Kim Duna and her seniors were all helping out, but their main attention was focused on the mobile phone in their pocket.

  She hesitated about whether to ask Liu Xiyu about this matter.

  However, these Europeans did not seem to be members of the organization.

  At the most critical moment, the stairs rang out with a messy footsteps again.

  The Italian's face lit up with joy and he shouted: "Schneider, is that you?"

  He has the same concerns and doesn't want to lose too much.

  Instead of a thick German accent, he was met with a fierce kick in the door and a cluster of black gun barrels.

  The gun is a combination of handgun and mini-submachine gun equipment.

  The person holding the gun is neither a police officer nor a soldier.

  The leader was even more stylish with a fashionable hairstyle that looked ugly.

  A meticulously tailored gray suit and a red striped tie, worn on the young man's sweaty face somewhat ruins his image, but can't help but admit that he is indeed handsome like a new male star.

  He took a look at the situation, and was slightly surprised by the blood on the ground and the injured object, but immediately felt at ease. He even started to joke: "Schneider is a German name, right? It's locked up downstairs. You guys stand against the wall."

  While speaking, this person didn't even bother about the controlled knives nearby and actually walked by with a gun from the left side. As if he wasn't afraid of being attacked at all.

  A European wanted to act and was stopped by an Italian with a severe gaze.

  Under the care of guns 6, 7 and 8, today's mission is definitely a failure, why sacrifice a life in vain.

  The Italians solemnly promised that they would surrender and never resist.

  The suited man nodded in approval, walked to Chen Yi's side, raised his gun and blocked the front, then said in fluent English: "Everyone get down against the wall within 10 seconds, or we'll shoot you all."

  His subordinates seemed to understand English, and a burst of gunfire made people's teeth ache.

  The man in the suit didn't look back, turned his head and smiled: "You're Chen Yi, I'm Zhu Guangliang. Temporarily responsible for your safety."

  Chen Yi felt the breath filling his body being disturbed by even more subtle breaths, and gradually it became almost imperceptible.

  There are too many people, I suppose.

  He looked at Zhu Guangliang with some annoyance and snorted his nose.

  Guang Liang's face changed slightly, and in his mind, he imagined a small figure fiercely trampling Chen Yi: I hate the young masters of aristocratic families the most, I hate the young masters of aristocratic families the most, I hate the young masters of aristocratic families the most...

  Then he smiled and said to Chen Yi: "Mr. Chen, don't worry, we won't interfere with your normal life, once the matter is settled, we will leave."

  He waved his hand. Two young men wearing jackets stuffed the submachine guns into their holsters and handcuffed the Europeans one by one.

  The crisis was over, and the girls rushed up, grabbing Chen Yi's arms and legs: "How are you, how are you..."

  Zhu Guangliang rubbed his face and turned to the girls: "Which one is Miss Han Jie? I'm here to take you back."

  No one replied.

  Everyone is busy playing with Chen Yi.

  Wishing Guang Liang to continue fantasizing about little people in his mind: They keep stepping on and on, stepping on me. I hate the rich second generation the most, I hate the rich second generation the most...

  A jacketed man walked up and reported: "Boss, they've all been caught."

  "I have eyes." Zhu Guangliang let out a breath and said in a slightly more relaxed tone: "Everyone go back, if there's anything to notify or inform, follow the rules."

  "Yes." The jacketed man saluted.

  Zhao Guangliang slapped him down with a "pa" sound, angrily saying: "I've told you before, forget about these broken things, all of them, what are you doing?"

  "Yes." The jacketed man brought his feet together, at least he didn't stretch out his hand.

  "Go and catch him. The Korean on the ground is also in cahoots with them, grab him too."

  "Yes." The jacketed man's hands and feet habitually trembled.

  A few stern shouts finally drew everyone's attention, and the students who had just vomited looked at those black weapons they had only seen on the big screen with a worshiping gaze, their mouths flowing with white crystalline substances that were either envy or leftover.

  Han Jie smiled lightly and said to Zhu Guangliang: "Thank you... Mr. Zhu."

  "It's all right, it's all right, as long as Miss Han is fine. I still have to report back to Young Master Han later." Zhu Guangliang smiled while secretly rejoicing in his heart.

  "Still have to thank you. And about the aftermath..."

  "Don't worry, we've got everything under control outside. Just tell them it's a mental patient who went crazy." Zhu Guangliang said casually, but the specifics of how to announce it to the public were not within his scope of responsibility.

  "What about them?" Chen Yi pointed behind him at his seniors in a very impolite manner.

  The students suddenly turned green, and someone shouted: "We don't know anything! We just saw a group of Koreans coming to kill people, we are here to help!"

  "You really came to help"

  Zhu Guang Liang coughed and said, "I've taken note of their names and information. If there's a problem later, we can investigate further."

  "What if they spill it out? How would we deal with that?" Chen Yi blinked his eyes, trying to intimidate the seniors a bit, in case someone got drunk and had loose lips.

  "If someone says it out loud, we will be destroyed."

  However, the senior students were so scared that their hearts were about to jump out, and some of them couldn't help but vomit.

  The man in the jacket next to him furrowed his brow and thought for a long time, unable to understand what the program "Humanity's Downfall" was.

  "Don't mess with the living room floor." Chen Yi hastily reminded.

  Chen Rongxi carelessly asked, "Are you special forces?"

  "About right." was Guang Liang's casual and self-satisfied reply.

  Chen Rongxi pinched his arm from behind and said, "Not as fierce as having Grandpa by your side."

  Guang Liang's eyes widened in shock, his face pale, and tears streaming down his face. He stepped on the little man with all his might: I hate those born into wealthy families the most...

  Jacket man came to report: "There is a Mr. Chen Heng who claims to be Mr. Chen's brother, and he is from the local military district."

  "I've told you before, remember the task board, remember the task board." Zhu Guangliang shouted angrily: "Is Chen Heng's name on it? Is his photo on it?"

  "The man in the jacket said quietly: 'There is a name, but no photo.'"

  "It should be my brother." Chen Yi interjected.

  "Let's get on with it then." Zhu Guangliang smiled and turned around, thinking to himself: I hate how these young masters from wealthy families are affecting my command.