Chapter 118: The Ass Determines the Brain

  "I told you before, he came to me for help back then." The old man sat down and poured himself a cup of tea, taking two light sips before saying: "The One Knife Sect's place was kicked by you?"

  Han Yu leaned back on the sofa, his whole body relaxed, but his fingers were lightly tapping on the grip of the Tian Ce at his waist: "How did you know?"

  "What was written on that Z country's letter of introduction was what I had thought." The old boat said with a light smile.

  "Who are you?" Han Yu raised an eyebrow and looked at him with great interest: "Why?"

  "He wanted to find something to test you. Just temporarily couldn't think of it, so he asked me for advice." The old boat narrowed his eyes and smiled. At this time, he was still wearing that old suit, and even had a bruise on the corner of his mouth from being beaten, but his expression no longer had any merchant's vulgarity, and instead looked like an old fox watching a play.

  "Are you unhappy with that martial arts school?" Han Yu said somewhat helplessly.

  "It's just that I find all Japanese people to be annoying. I don't like the Japanese, and even more so when they use their little tricks with their hands, daring to call themselves Taoists. As a descendant, one should at least have the appearance of a descendant, especially in front of ancestors." The old boat said calmly.

  Han Yu smiled and shook his head, unexpectedly, the old man who was over fifty years old was still a radical youth! However, this attitude of his suited his taste.

  "How can I find Shao Yang?"

  "This I really don't know, he didn't say and I didn't ask!" Old Chuan put down his teacup and said very succinctly.

  Facing this stubborn old man, Han Yu felt a bit helpless. His intuition told him that the old man was not telling the truth, at least something was being hidden from him.

  But he can't do anything about it.

  "In that case, I have no choice either. I'll just wait here for another day to see if there's any news from Shao Yang. If not, then it seems we two are not destined to be together." Han Yu let out a soft sigh and stood up, ending the conversation.

  "Is it destined?" The old boat looked at his departing back and suddenly narrowed his eyes...

  "Boss." The person in the car looked out at the famous child, heard the sound of the car and turned his head, saw Han Yu, and hastily greeted him with respect.

  As soon as he arrived at the Blue Sea Hotel, he and Zhuo Bufan followed Han Yu's orders and turned back to take charge of monitoring Yidao Liuwu Guan and Lao Chuan's home separately.

  Han Yu glanced at the Ito-ryu martial arts hall across from him, its sign already taken down. This wasn't to say that the Japanese were convinced by what had happened yesterday, nor was it because they were men of their word. If one were to speak of cunning and shamelessness, this nation was also among the best in the world.

  They would remove the sign as agreed, mainly because those Z-country people who came to learn martial arts saw the process of Han Yu and Liu Shengqiu's fight clearly.

  An ironclad fact that left the Japanese with no room for quibbling or denial. It also made the reputation of Ichikai Dojo in LSK and even the entire DL plummet to an all-time low.

  There is no need for the martial arts hall to continue operating without students.

  "What's going on?" Han Yu's eyes revealed a hint of coldness as he spoke in a low voice.

  "The person in front, should be the one responsible for monitoring Ichimonji Style Martial Arts Hall." Mei pointed to a person standing not far from Ichimonji Style, running a small stall selling phone stickers: "A member of the Sword School."

  "He also knew how to put on makeup, he wasn't stupid after all!" Han Yu smiled and glanced at his colleagues around him, saying softly.

  His mouth twitched, but he couldn't laugh. If he hadn't been watching all along, he wouldn't have seen the flaw in this person. A gang that even its underlings had so many tricks up their sleeves was not to be trifled with.

  After some deliberation, he decided to take the risk and offer his advice: "Boss, for the sake of someone unrelated to us, we've rashly offended the Sword Sect, a major clan. I always feel that..."

  He couldn't say anything more, Han Yu's gaze was like two cold knives that made him involuntarily shut his mouth. He slowly lowered his head: "Boss, sorry, I spoke out of turn..."

  Han Yu turned his head and said lightly, "If you really are thinking of the club, then it's just loyalty, not talking too much. But if you're only doing this to increase my impression of you, then your approach is foolish and unnecessary."

  "Sometimes, being in a leadership position is not just about me saying something as the leader, but also requires you to be able to convince others. I've given you the opportunity, so grasp it well and do things well, that's more important than anything."

  Mingzi's face flashed a hint of embarrassment, and he lowered his head and said, "I remember."

  "Go for it." Han Yu patted his shoulder and suddenly smiled: "At present, the club is growing stronger every day. I believe that sooner or later you will find your own stage in it and win your own respect. Coming out to make a name for yourself relies on luck, opportunity, but more importantly, it relies on real ability."

  "Yes!" Mingzi nodded heavily, Han Yu's words made him feel that the boss still cared about and appreciated him.

  Han Yu touched his nose and muttered to himself, when did he become like the instructors in the army, so garrulous?

  The buttocks decide the head.

  Suddenly, a sentence popped up in Han Yu's mind. Before, he had some doubts, but now, he seemed to feel more and more that the six short words contained very profound truth.

  "Boss, someone from Jianmen is here." Mingzi suddenly lowered his voice and said.

  Han Yu hastily lifted his head to look over, and saw nearly twenty motorcycles driving over from the other end of the alley, screeching to a halt outside the Ito Style Martial Arts Hall.

  Forty or fifty young men from the Sword Sect came down from the carriage.

  Leading the way was a bald-headed big man, who, on this cold day, was wearing a short-sleeved vest, revealing his thick arms and a tuft of black chest hair.

  "Damn it, brothers, give me that dog-raising martial arts hall, I'll smash it to pieces." The bald big man jumped off the car and shouted, waving his large hand.

  "I dare you!" A slightly strange voice rang out, and then a dozen or so instructors from the One Sword Style rushed out of the martial arts hall. These people all grasped bamboo swords, their faces filled with murderous intent as they stared at the people from the Sword Gate, blocking their way.

  Then, Ryūsei Asakaze walked over surrounded by several Karate black belt masters. He was holding a broken sword, the demonic sword Muramasa that had been cut off by Han Yu's Tian Ce. His icy gaze swept across the crowd of Swordsmen, and his cold voice rang out:

  "My Ikki Tousen's venue may have been shut down and its signboard removed, but the people of Ikki Tousen are still not dead! I'd like to see who among you dares to make a move!"

  Sorry, two updates, although a bit late, another one later...