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Chapter 1452 - 979 Wipe Hands (Second Update)

Chapter 1452: 979 Wipe Hands (Second Update)

Leaving is definitely not an option.

Especially after that "baka."

But when you’re abroad, you represent not only yourself but also the image of millions of compatriots, so Boss Jiang adopted a rather prudent approach.

Call the police.

As an international metropolis, the Tokyo Police Department responded very quickly, and two officers arrived on the scene within ten minutes.

With the simultaneous translation of a guest fluent in English at the store, Jiang Chen recounted the unfair treatment he had received as a foreign visitor.

No evidence is needed.

Because the evidence was already posted at the entrance.

If this were back home, and such an openly discriminatory sign were posted at the store’s entrance, it would definitely be subject to criticism, education, and rectification upon report. However, upon learning the reason for the incident, the two Tokyo police officers seemed to have a look of difficulty.

"Sir, welcoming guests is the shopkeeper’s privilege, and we have no right to intervene, please understand."

Although their attitude was polite, that was all.

What does it mean to ask for understanding?

Posting discriminatory signs, and then openly insulting, can be brushed aside with such a light response?

One has to admit that this level of law enforcement is far poorer than back home.

"We can take you to a store that welcomes the people of Shenzhou, there’s one nearby."

Understanding through implication.

It turns out that a store with a sign prohibiting Shenzhou people is not just this one?

Indeed.

If it were just him, this shop wouldn’t dare to be this blatant.

The shopkeeper was still loudly talking to the police, emotionally agitated, while continuously pointing at Jiang Chen and his companion.

Where is the politeness and humility of the Dongying people?

Even without understanding the language, it’s clear he was trying to expel Jiang Chen and his companion.

"Sir, please follow us."

The police spoke again, making a judgment on this incident.

"GOGOGO!"

The shopkeeper pointed at the door, eager to drive them out.

Suddenly.

Just as everyone hadn’t yet reacted, a muffled "bang" was heard.

Then came a clamor of crashing sounds.

The shopkeeper who was standing there was lifted off the ground, as if hit by a vehicle, crashing past the tables, flying towards the wall until he stopped there with a thud.

It was as if he "stuck" to the wall for a moment, seemingly frozen in time, before falling heavily to the ground, spurting out a mouthful of thick blood.

Dishes fell, customers stood in panic, and the store instantly erupted into chaos.

Tanki Liuli, who was standing beside Jiang Chen, took a step forward, and her naturally beautiful face showed no expression.

The abrupt change left the two policemen somewhat bewildered.

The shopkeeper lay curled on the ground, not in life-threatening danger, but from his contorted face and sweat-drenched forehead, it was clear he was in extreme pain.

Now he’s dazed, he can’t utter a single word of "baka," let alone a cry of pain.

Not only silent in great sorrow.

When pain reaches a certain level, it renders one unable to make any sound.

"Squat down!"

After the shock, the two policemen recomposed themselves quickly, reaching for their backs where they undoubtedly carried nightsticks, and at the same time, their gaze at Tanki Liuli turned wary and fierce.

Look at them.

This is what compatriots should look like.

If you don’t support your own people, would you support outsiders?

Boss Jiang fully understood the attitude of the two policemen, so he stood there, speechless.

"Hold your heads and squat down!"

The two policemen shouted sternly, drawing out their nightsticks.

Tanki Liuli ignored them, as if uninvolved, observing them silently with a transcendental gaze.

Boss Jiang remained silent.

The two policemen, dutiful in their roles, began to approach step by step, tightly gripping their nightsticks.

The Dongying men clearly had no sense of compassion for the fair sex, and with two steps remaining, the two policemen exchanged a look and rushed at Tanki Liuli with their nightsticks raised.

At some point, Boss Jiang had timely retreated to the side.

With his calm onlooker’s gaze, he witnessed Tanki Liuli gracefully tilt her head to avoid an incoming nightstick, then her leg, long as fate, swung through the air.

"Pa!"

Just like the shopkeeper lying on the ground in agony, one of the policemen flew out in the same posture, only smashing into the window instead of the wall.

"Bang!"

The glass not produced by Shenzhou couldn’t withstand such explosive impact and shattered, sending the policeman out of the store among the glass shards, rolling twice, pinning the "No Entry" poster beneath him.

Seemingly long, but it all happened in the blink of an eye.

Inside the store.

The other obese policeman, under everyone’s dumbfounded gaze, was already lifted by that seemingly fragile Shenzhou woman.

With one hand.

The short-statured policeman flailed his legs, face turning red from suffocation, legs suspended and flailing, a mixture of shock and comedy.

His eyes bulged, filled with terror, unable to speak as his throat was clasped.

Not even they could have imagined why a Shenzhou woman, known for gentleness, could be so fierce.

Not only them.

Even Boss Jiang, who acted as a spectator, hadn’t anticipated this.

He knew the Taoist nun sister could fight but hadn’t expected such a bold approach—

Ferocious.

Look at this.

Like Lu Zhishen uprooting the willow tree.

He even had the impulse to take out his phone and capture this grand scene.

But of course.

The Daoist Sect isn’t the Buddhist Sect, it doesn’t adhere to principles of mercy.

In troubled times, the methods of the Daoist Sect can be exceedingly ruthless.

Customers in the store were all terrified, began to run outside, and some brave ones started to make phone calls.

Undoubtedly, reports were surely being made.

And yet, weren’t the police already here?

At this moment, the only person in the store who remained calm was undoubtedly Boss Jiang, who had been insulted earlier. He seemed even a bit tired from standing and comfortably sat down on a chair, watching the suspended policeman begin to roll his eyes from suffocation, without voicing any objection.

Tanki Liuli, with a face like a Bodhisattva, still showed no emotion, plain and tranquil, devoid of any lethal intent, which terrified the witnessing Dongying people.

The policeman’s face began to turn blue from red, and his struggling legs seemed to lose strength, gradually ceasing to flail.

Jiang Chen remained detached, silent as gold.

"Boom!"

Just as the policeman started to tilt sideways, Tanki Liuli swung her hand, and the nearly 160-170 pound human sandbag was effortlessly tossed onto the counter and then rolled behind it.

The store fell silent, everyone frightenedly looking at Tanki Liuli, as if winter had descended.

Boss Jiang leisurely stood up, mysteriously pulling out a wet towel from somewhere, approached Tanki Liuli from behind, and spoke softly.

"Wipe your hands."