Lesson

  Yi Dustan sat in front of the long table in the dining hall, carefully removing a piece of bone from the seven-treasure fish meat and slowly putting it into his mouth. He nodded and said, "Not bad, this restaurant's chef is very authentic. Jester, let's go there for dinner every night from now on."

  Jester, sitting on the right side of the dinner table, quickly stuffed a few pieces of fragrant little ribs into his mouth and said vaguely: "It's none of my business, these things should be explained by Phil, but they went to Manchester, heaven knows when they'll come back."

  Yi Chen shrugged his shoulders, raised his wine glass and gently clinked it with Feili's, taking a sip of the red wine that accompanied their meal.

  The door to the dining room was pushed open and Cain quickly walked in, Phil's subordinate quickly added a set of utensils on top, Cain glanced at the dinner table, walked over to Jester's side and sat down, casually pulling the utensils in front of himself, knife and fork raised, a big plate of sauerkraut stewed sausage was placed in his bowl, then he took a big bite.

  Yi Chen smiled: "Kain, you guys eating is really a pleasure. Only people full of energy can have such a hearty appetite, I like guys full of energy... Any news?"

  Cain wolfed down the sausages on his plate, and pointed with his fork at the rack of roasted lamb chops a short distance away. Feli smiled and pointed to Sally adding a large piece of roasted ribs to Cain's plate.

  Cain didn't respond, and quickly devoured the pork ribs, crunching on the tender bones on both sides, swallowing them down quickly. He then gulped down a liter of pure draft beer, before wiping his lips and saying: "Boss, it's Rome, yes, Rome. That guy wants to take a Roman holiday... Their headquarters needs to be relocated and accountability is being pursued. This guy applied for leave, preparing to avoid the internal rectification storm."

  He poked at the black curry sauce on his plate and said with a clicking sound, "Look, look, our dear Mr. David, obviously not a qualified guard of the British Empire, after their old nest was destroyed, he actually wants to go to Rome for fun, how can this be? It's really disappointing... Hmm, when is he going?"

  Cain shook his head and said, "I don't know, I can only get this much information out of that unlucky devil's mouth. The specific itinerary is probably only known to David himself... I think he's going on vacation openly, but secretly who knows what he's doing? Maybe he's going to Rome to make some moves and get more capital for himself?"

  Cain quickly filled his own plate with food and bowed his head to devour it in big mouthfuls.

  Jester nodded, his body leaning back slightly as he said: "Maybe, that guy can't deal with us, at least not for now, so if he wants to take the initiative in personnel changes, he'll need some actual results to show his superiors."

  Yi Chen grunted and asked Cain, who had almost buried his head in the pile of food: "What happened to that unlucky guy you were questioning?"

  Cain lifted his head and said, "A car accident, the poor agent crashed into an oil tanker, I'm afraid even DNA testing can't identify him now, everything is burnt to a crisp."

  Yi Chen smiled: "Alright then, notify our Fabio brothers, they should be able to help us out... Let them pay attention to the recent movements in Rome, if Mr. David appears in Rome, I want to know about it at the first time, got it?"

  Cain nodded.

  "Of course, we need to send some gifts to little Fabio. We should probably consult with that old guy Vellon about the feasibility of registering a security company in the UK... we'll need a lot of trained gunmen... especially since the Mountain Gate gang is planning to open up shop in London... God, you're really something else, why do all these things have to happen at once? Can't I just get a break for once? This life is exhausting..."

  The door opened and a tall, well-dressed black man in a black tailcoat with a neatly tied bow tie walked in quietly, holding a large golden invitation card. He looked puzzled as he said, "Boss, the owner of a restaurant on Chinatown has invited you to their place tomorrow at noon." His face was full of bewilderment, clearly not understanding why his boss would have any connection with a restaurant owner from Chinatown.

  Yi Chen took over the notice without opening it, furrowed his brow and asked him: "Where is the messenger?"

  Han helplessly spread his hands: "He threw the notice in, said a few words and left... It's unbelievable, he can throw such a light notice five meters away."

  Yi Chen took a deep breath, Feili, Kain and Jester quickly stood up, even Sally's eyes widened, a poster that can be thrown five meters away, the difficulty is imaginable.

  Jester looked at Yichun with a hint of malice and said, "Boss, what have you done in Chinatown? Did you do something to lure underage girls? Now they're coming after you?" He snatched the poster from Yichun's hand and flipped through it quickly, then rolled his eyes upwards. The poster was written in elegant traditional Chinese calligraphy, but how could he recognize that?

  Jester's luck burst forth, his energy concentrated at the tip of his fingers, and he threw out the note. As a result, a ball of flame enveloped the note, and it had just left his hand when it turned to ashes.

  Yi Chen looked at Jester helplessly: "Damn it, can't you find another way to test your strength? That guy has a very high level of qigong cultivation... Yes, qigong. My master told me that in the mortal world of China, some schools have been passed down, and many of them are related to our sects. But what do they want from us? Cheli, how old is that guy?"

  The black big Han cut off his eyes for half a day, calculated for a long time, and looked at Yi Chen's face, drew for half a day and said: "Looks younger than you, boss. Oh, the faces of Easterners all look about the same, of course, boss is exceptionally different from others."

  The awkward flattery made everyone laugh, and Yi Chen shook his head saying: "Forget it, okay, since the owner of this wine house is looking for me, then let him look. In London's Chinatown, I only know three or four old men, it won't be them looking for me, doesn't matter anyway, buddies, we'll go take a look tomorrow and see what happens, maybe we can even get a free authentic Chinese meal."

  "What about David?" Cain asked.

  "Don't rush, Kayn. Don't be impatient. I won't let him off easily. Since he has the guts to come to our doorstep, he should have the courage and ability to bear all the consequences... To be on the safe side, Kayn, bring more people to that tavern tomorrow. In a crowded place, we can't use our own powers... If there's a conflict, Jester, you're only allowed to fight with your fists, not your superpowers. Got it?"

  Jester jumped up, swiftly swung his fists twice, making a "whooshing" sound, and excitedly tapped his feet in small steps, bouncing back and forth saying: "Don't worry, boss, I'll let them know my prowess... Haha..."

  Fei Li shrugged and walked over to lean against Yi Chen's body, softly asking him: "But those people are also Chinese, boss."

  "It's okay, maybe they didn't mean it. Alright, everyone take a rest... Kayn, remember to arrange the manpower."

  Kane nodded: "I'll go check the terrain now, I'll arrange for people to be on hand. Cheli, what's the address of that wine building, tell me."

  Qie Li nodded and took Cain out.

  The next day at noon, Yi Chen drove to the agreed wine tower with Kain, Feli, Jester and Sally. Behind them was another car with five of Kain's subordinates. Around the wine tower, all of Kain's subordinates were quietly arranged, and a large number of Phil's subordinates also came, disguised as tourists wandering around.

  Yi Chen looked at the slightly faded golden sign: "Song He Lou". Shaking his head, he said: "Honestly, Song He, what's the point of being so elegant? It's just a tavern, isn't it?"

  On the first floor of the hall, there was not a single diner. A young man wearing traditional Chinese clothing, with a white cloth robe inside and black trousers below, sat upright in the center, holding a cup of tea in his hand, blowing it gently, then taking a light sip.

  Seeing Yi Chen bring nine people in through the gate, the young man quickly put down his teacup and walked over lightly.

  Yì chén zhòu qǐ le méi tóu, jié sī tè zé shì xīn li xīng fèn bù yǐ, liǎng rén dōu zhù yì dào, zhè ge nián qīng rén de jiǎo xià ruò zhòng ruò qīng, měi yī bù lǔ kàn qǐ lái dōu shì wāi wāi niǔ niǔ de, qí shí què shì měi yī bù dōu shì xīng mǎn dà xiǎo de bù fá, yán zhe yī tiáo bǐ zhí de xiàn zǒu guò lái.

  Yi Chen slightly bowed his head towards the young man, while Jester took a slight step back and gave him a challenging gaze.

  The young man smiled slightly, his right hand behind his back, and with a gesture of his left hand, said: "Please come this way, Mr. Tang is waiting for you upstairs."

  Yì chén nodded and walked towards the stairs at the end of the hall, but Jie Si Te accidentally bumped into the young man on purpose, his elbow aimed at the young man's chest, intentionally trying to make him lose face.

  A young man's face didn't change as he shot out a finger, precisely hitting the numb tendon on Jester's elbow. Jester's hand shook and his eyes rolled back, throwing a punch. Kane stretched out a large hand from behind, firmly grasping Jester's fist, saying in a low voice: "The boss has gone far away, don't delay."

  Jester glared at the young man, his right hand forming a knife shape and making a threatening gesture across his neck. The young man smiled slightly and remained silent, walking forward with ease to lead the way in front of Yi Chen.

  Yi Chen went up to the second floor and walked past the loose crane welcome screen. The scene in front of him made him slightly startled.

  Several old men who looked like they were in their seventies and eighties, accompanied by over a dozen middle-aged people, sat in the central hall on the second floor. Behind them, inside an alcove, was a red paper with five large characters written on it: "Heaven Earth Ruler Parent Teacher."

  Yi Chen nodded slightly and walked forward, slightly bowing to the old men and saying: "You've asked me to come, I'm here. What's the honor? If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave." Yi Chen used the local dialect from near Mount Emei in Sichuan, as his Mandarin was not good, so he could only speak in the familiar tongue he had grown up with.

  An old man stood up and surprisingly also spoke with the same accent as Yī Chén, saying: "Mr. Yī, we've brought you here just to ask you one question."

  Yi Chen glanced at the old men and middle-aged people with faces as calm as water, muttering to himself: "I haven't heard that Chinatown has any powerful gangs, where did these people come from? Moreover, their kung fu is not bad either." Yi Chen instantly grasped their strengths and weaknesses, and in his eyes at this moment, they were quite impressive, enough to be considered shocking.

  The young man who led the way stepped forward and said loudly: "We just want to ask Mr. Yi, do you recognize those five characters?"

  Yi Chen sneered and smiled: "Are you kidding me? Do you think I'm an idiot? Heaven, earth, ruler, father, teacher - who doesn't know these four characters? Are you intentionally inviting me over to humiliate me?"

  The young man continued: "So..."

  Yi Chen interrupted him: "Dear friend, this is the second question."

  Everyone in the hall changed color, an old man holding a purple sandalwood dragon head cane heavily thumped his own cane, and the entire second floor hall seemed to tremble, Jester lightly whistled, surprised by the old man's strength.

  The old man said sternly: "What a glib-tongued little scamp you are! Didn't your master teach you the basic principles of being a human?"

  "My master? Strange, what master do I have? Forget it, Fei Li, let's go. They're a weird bunch, asking strange questions. I don't need to bother with them."

  Yi Chen turned around and left, he was completely using those means to deal with these old men as he had used to deal with Vigens and others.

  The old man present was furious in his heart, and they always thought that as long as he was Chinese, facing so many seniors, he should be a little polite. Who knew they would meet such a freak like Yidun? On the mountain, the seniors of the sect never taught Yidun to be too respectful, Tianxianzi and Tianfengzi were simply playing with a group of younger juniors, who taught him these traditional Chinese etiquette?

  The wind howled, and the old man with a cane suddenly sprang up, almost sliding along the ground, his cane whizzing as it struck towards Yidun's knee pit, intending to make him kneel on the ground. They also saw that Yidun had kung fu skills, but they didn't expect that Yidun's kung fu was completely different from what they thought.

  Cain let out a loud shout, and his massive fist, as big as a washbasin, shot out. The fist and the head of the crutch collided with a loud crash, and in the midst of the thunderous sound, the old man flew backward, while Cain also stumbled back several steps. Cain exclaimed in German: "Is this old man a monster? Such incredible strength!"

  Yi Chen Meng's sudden turn, cold and detached eyes staring at a group of people, said coldly: "It ends here today, I don't want to talk to a group of people who can't make things clear... You be careful, don't make me lose my temper, otherwise, I'll blow up this Song He Lou."

  The young man who led the way walked up lightly, looking at Yichun calmly. Yichun was attracted by the bright and calm light in his eyes, and after a long gaze, he nodded slightly and said: "I prefer you, so I'll give you an opportunity to make things clear. I've always liked to get to the bottom of things..."

  The middle-aged men behind him were furious, standing up and shouting: "What a arrogant young man!" The old man with the Sichuan accent was even more furious, his fists clenched tightly, making cracking sounds, clearly wanting to teach Yi Chen a lesson. The subordinates behind Kein's face turned cold, their hands reached into their pockets, grasping their own weapons, their training allowed them to draw their guns and hit two targets on the forehead within 0.07 seconds.

  The young man's slight gesture of waving his hand calmed down these agitated people immediately.

  The young man slightly raised his hand and said: "Let me introduce myself, my name is Tang Hu, this elderly gentleman holding a cane is my grandfather Tang Biao... These elderly gentlemen are also prominent figures of our Chinese Street's secret gang Longmen, I think now you know our identities."

  Yi Chen crossed his hands over his lower abdomen, slightly spreading his legs apart, and tilted his head to look at Tang Hu, saying: "Yes, I know... Everyone is mixed up in the underworld, so are you here to cooperate with me on a business deal? Let me make one thing clear, I don't get involved with drugs or women, but if you're looking for a large quantity of military arms, I think you've found the right person."

  Tang Hu smiled and lightly applauded, saying: "Sorry about that, we were a bit slow... As you've seen, if we want to kill someone, we don't need firearms. Our skills are still pretty good, I have confidence in this."

  A taishi chair was lifted up and placed in front of Tang Biao and the others, and Yi Chen slowly sat down. Fei Li and the others stood cautiously three meters behind Yi Chen.

  Tang Hu retreated a few steps, pointing to the red paper inside the divine shrine and said: "Mr. Yi said he recognizes these characters, so that's good, please Mr. Yi tell me what do these characters mean?"

  Yi Chen was speechless. "Heaven, earth, king, father, teacher" were things that ordinary people came up with to represent traditional Chinese morality. His master had never taught him such things. He could only pretend not to notice: "Mr. Tang Hu, I think we don't need to waste any more time. Just say it straight out, what do you want to ask me?"

  Tang Hu sucked in a deep breath and asked word by word: "Then, may I ask, do you acknowledge that you are Chinese?"

  Yi Chen's smile froze, and he shook his head as if to get up. Just about to speak, he saw Tang Biao and all the 'Longmen' people looking at him with solemn expressions. Looking again at the red paper that had been smoked and charred, Yi Chen slowly relaxed his body and leaned lightly against the armchair.

  Tang Hu continued to ask him: "Excuse me, sir, do you acknowledge yourself as Chinese?"

  A multitude of things flashed through his mind like electric sparks, he didn't know when some memories started, he was still very young, not even three years old yet? He was rummaging through the trash to find something to eat in the cold wind... Two strangely dressed old men saw him frozen by the ditch and rushed over to hug him, then it seemed like he flew up into the air... The first thing he remembered in his life, eating a full meal, drinking down his first mouthful of hot soup.

  And then there are those who are a bit younger than oneself, following closely behind one's buttocks all day and calling oneself "Shixiong" (older brother).

  Carrying a board made of Tian Shan Huang Bai Mu wood every day, the master who beats his own butt to make himself recite the incantation...

  He's gone completely mad, can even pretend to be a dog and let himself get ridden by Tian Feng Zi...

  Back in Shanghai, seeing so many people with the same black hair, black eyes and yellow skin as myself, I almost relapsed into the sadness that had paralyzed me on the 'Duke of Windsor'.

  All the way north, seeing those cheerful crowds...

  The first time I saw the Great Wall, the giant dragon gave me a shock. When my soul exchanged with the Great Wall, I shed tears...

  As Plov and they went south, they saw those miracles that condensed the ancient wisdom of the Chinese people.

  Yi Chen gazed deeply at Tang Hu and the others, looking at the people in front of him with the same black hair, black eyes, and yellow skin. He slowly stood up, slightly bowed his head, and softly said: "Yes, of course, why not? I...I am Chinese, of course."

  Tang Biao's cane slammed onto the floor, and the hall shook again. He asked sternly: "Alright, since you admit to being Chinese, I'll ask you, why do you want to collaborate with that group of Japanese bastards?"

  Yi Chen was stunned, staring blankly at Tang Biao. Again it was a Japanese person, again it was a Japanese person. From Fatahrio's mouth, he had learned that the Japanese had once crossed paths with China, but this time it was from his own compatriot's mouth that such a deeply ingrained, bone-chilling question emerged. Yi Chen deeply felt that when Tang Biao mentioned the three words "little Japan", the hatred that emanated from the bottom of his heart, that deep-seated, blood-filled hatred.

  Yi Chen didn't know how to react in such a situation, what could he say? Could he say that he had been cultivating on the mountain all along and his sect consisted of hundreds-of-years-old monsters? Could he say that he was completely unaware of any modern history? Could he say that he actually knew nothing at all? Would these people with rising killing intent believe him if he said it out loud?

  Tang Hu's cold voice asked: "Mr. Yi Chen, may I ask, why do you want to cooperate with the Japanese, that is, the Yamaguchi-gumi? You acknowledge yourself as a Chinese person, then, may I ask, why do you want to cooperate with the Japanese?"

  Jie Si Te Meng rushed out and shouted loudly: "Damn it, what are you guys? My boss wants to cooperate with whoever he wants, it's none of your business..."

  Yi Chen's fist sent Jester flying, and he let out a miserable hum as he flew through the air for over ten meters before heavily crashing into a pillar. The pillar, which was as thick as a person's arms could wrap around, snapped in two with a loud crack. Jester awkwardly fell to the ground, no longer daring to speak out of turn. He quickly scrambled to his feet and stood quietly behind Yi Chen.

  Tang Biao and others were moved to shout: "Good fist!"

  Tang Hu nodded, and with a fist in his hand, he said to Yi Chen: "Good work, Mr. Yi really surprised us... We also know that Mr. Yi has great power in London, but for the sake of an explanation, even if we all die here today, Mr. Yi must give us an answer."

  The old men of 'Longmen' slowly stood up, forming an arc shape, staring at Yicun with piercing eyes.

  Yi Chenping's life was a bit flustered for the first time, and he hurriedly said: "Wait a minute, I don't want to fight with you, but you listen to my explanation, I...I..."

  Tang Biao nodded and said: "Mr. Yi, we are listening."

  Yi Chen took a deep breath, looked at Tang Hu and said: "Believe me, I don't understand the history of the past. To be honest, I know nothing about history. What I'm most familiar with is probably that period during the Warring States era. However, what I know is also something you guys don't know. How to put it... You guys understand the real history of the Warring States era, but I understand those things that seem like legends to you."

  Yi Chenyue spoke more and more complicatedly, he also didn't know how to organize the words, cold sweat dripped down from his forehead drop by drop.

  Tang Hu heard his words with difficulty: "I roughly understand, Mr. Yi's meaning is that you grew up in a place that was basically isolated from the world, so you didn't even know these basic histories?"

  "Right, please believe me. Even if we were in England, I'm sure you'd think of it too - it's not something to do with history."

  An old man beside Tang Biao said loudly: "So, let's assume you don't know about the little Japanese matter. We don't want to do anything to you either. You break off your cooperation with the little Japanese and we'll spare you... Chinese people won't hit Chinese people."

  Yi Chen fell silent for a long time, then gently shook his head: "Sorry, I can't agree."

  The people of Longmen were furious, and they seemed to be about to pounce. Tang Hu hastily shook his head and said: "Everyone, please wait a minute, let's hear Mr. Yi's explanation."

  "I admit I am Chinese, I admit... But I will never change my decision because of others' opinions. The Yamaguchi-gumi and I have signed a cooperation agreement, so I must fulfill this agreement. I roughly know where your hatred comes from, but I don't have that concept..."

  Tang Hu nodded and said: "So, Mr. Yi, what do you mean?"

  Yi Chen bit her lip, pondered for a long time, and said in a low voice: "Give me half a year, I will do my best to learn that piece of history, I will do my best to find all relevant materials... Half a year later, I will tell everyone my decision."

  Tang Hu nodded and said seriously, "I believe Mr. Yi is a man of his word, so our 'Longmen' will not be stingy with half a year's time... But please note, Mr. Yi, that if you still don't change after half a year, we'll have no choice but to..."

  An aged voice came from behind a screen: "Little Yi, it's been years..." An old man who was almost unable to walk slowly walked out.

  Jester's expression also turned serious, and he went forward with Yichun. Yichun had rented this old man's house in Chinatown back then, and at that time, Yichun couldn't use his own true yuan to fully restore Jester. If the old man hadn't helped him gather herbs and decoct medicine, Jester would have found it difficult to recover. However, Yichun had lost interest in everything back then, and he didn't even know what the old man's name was.

  The old man looked at Yi Chen and sighed, saying: "I don't know if what you said is true or not, but remember this, no matter where we are, no matter what nationality we have, our roots are still Chinese... Chinese people never hit other Chinese people. Little Yi, remember that the Japanese are our eternal enemies, either they die out or we die out, there's no other outcome. This young man, you still remember old man, old man is very happy, but you're not one of us, you won't understand what we think in our hearts, nor will you understand our feelings."

  Yi Chen looked at the old man, unsure of what to say.

  The people of 'Longmen' looked at Yichun quietly, without saying a word.

  After a long time, Tang Hu finally said in a low voice: "Mr. Yi, we found that you used to live on this street for a period of time, so I invited your landlord at that time. I think you still have some feelings for him, right?"

  The old man grasped Yi Chen's hand tightly, his eyes radiating a deep-seated hatred: "Japanese people, they all deserve to die. You must never go with them... Remember, remember, you absolutely must remember."

  Yi Chen slowly withdrew his hand and didn't answer, directly leading the person out.

  The people of 'Longmen' were silent, each lost in thought. After a long while, Tang Hu finally spoke up in a low voice: "Yi Chen is quite an interesting person..."

  Tang Biao said viciously: "You stubborn and unrepentant little brat, half a year later, I'll see what kind of explanation you give us... It's strange, are there still such closed-off aristocratic families in China? How come we've never heard of it? If what he says is true, did he jump out from some deep mountain or old forest?"

  That old man with a Sichuan accent hummed heavily: "He's from near Mount Emei in Sichuan, I'd say, won't be some immortal from 'The Legend of the Swordsmen of Shu' would he? Hmph, immortals don't run off to England to join gangs do they?"

  Yi Chen's attitude made the people of 'Longmen' very dissatisfied, only Tang Hu had a little understanding of Yi Chen's psychology. Yi Chen was an absolute person who would not yield to external forces, unless he himself recognized something, otherwise, he would never change his decision due to external forces.

  Half a year, what can Yidun do in half a year?