Solving Middle Age Crisis by Intelligence System-Chapter 547 - 362: Let Me See Your Strength

At six in the evening, Qi Yun arrived alone at a high-end hotel in Tokyo, where he had a face-to-face meeting with a mysterious person in the presidential suite for over ten minutes, before heading directly to the airport.

More than two hours later, the Gulfstream G70 landed at Kansai International Airport.

De Gaulle’s subordinates had prepared two business cars, and as soon as Qi Yun and the group arrived, they headed straight to Capital City.

Under the night sky, Capital City was brightly lit but lacked Tokyo’s bustling noise. In the distance, the Higashiyama mountains were hidden in the night, and one could vaguely make out the silhouette of the temple on the mountain peak.

After entering the urban area, the two business cars parted ways, one heading north, eventually stopping at the very spot where Chen Wei and his group had parked the previous night.

Ahead was Hatoyama Yuchi’s private villa.

After the car came to a halt, Qi Yun stepped out and led Xiao Wu, Brother Quan, and four other teammates to the entrance of the villa.

Perhaps because of last night’s attack, there were two more subordinates of Hatoyama Yuchi at the villa entrance. Upon seeing Qi Yun and his crew, their eyes instantly became vigilant, and they immediately shouted, "止まれ!お前らはどこの者だ!"

Qi Yun didn’t comprehend their words at all, nor did he intend to pay any heed, striding forward boldly.

The two subordinates saw him completely ignore the shout, their faces instantly darkened, and their hands simultaneously reached for the guns at their waists, with one turning back to yell into the courtyard, clearly to alert others.

Yet, before the guns could be drawn, a shadow quickly streaked past them like lightning.

Before the two could discern what it was, their guns hit the ground with a clang, and their bodies went limp, losing all motion.

Brother Quan stood back behind Qi Yun, his expression stern, as though nothing had happened.

In that split second, he not only knocked out the weapons from their hands with a knife palm but also struck them on the nape, performing the entire sequence with fluid grace.

This is the level of skill equivalent to the Zhongnanhai bodyguards!

Beside him, Xiao Wu looked at Brother Quan in surprise, eyes full of eagerness.

Ever since descending the mountain at sixteen, he had been beside Elder Tong, honing systematic Inner Strength skills but rarely engaging in combat. Watching Brother Quan’s moves just now sparked a desire to spar with him.

When Qi Yun’s group had just entered the courtyard, the corridor ahead suddenly rang with the clattering sound of footfalls.

Soon after, a group of more than twenty burly men with mustaches charged in, encircling Qi Yun and the others.

All of these mustachioed men wore black kimonos with wide belts strapped at the waist, their faces full of heft, showing the ferocity of seasoned street operatives.

Leading them was a scar-faced brute, glaring at Qi Yun’s group and shouting in Japanese, "八嘎!你们是什么人!"

Qi Yun still did not respond, his expression unchanged as he swept a glance at them, then stopped and took out a cigarette pack from his pocket, placing a cigarette in his mouth.

"Snap!"

As the lighter’s flame flickered, Brother Quan and the five others suddenly moved.

They shot out like arrows, as fast as Bolt’s sprint in a hundred meters.

Before the scar-faced man could react, Brother Quan was already before him, right knee with the sound of wind, slamming brutally into his abdomen.

The brute hadn’t anticipated this sudden assault and attempted to parry with his katana, but his abdomen had already taken a solid hit, bending him over in pain, his katana clanging to the ground.

Brother Quan promptly grabbed the back of his neck, pressing down fiercely, causing the brute’s face to slam onto the blue stone, with a groan of incapacitation.

The rest of the subordinates were similarly overwhelmed, unable to stand against Qi Yun’s team, the scene resembling wolves among sheep.

Within just half a minute, the once fierce group of more than twenty could not stand anymore.

Just after dealing with the men on the ground, a sudden sharp sound came from behind the corridor pillar, with a throwing dart shooting straight at the smoking Qi Yun.

"Watch out!"

Guarding Qi Yun’s side, Xiao Wu muttered lowly, while rapidly reaching for the dagger at his waist, wrist flicked, the cold gleam flying out.

"Clang!"

The crisp metallic collision resounded, with the dagger striking precisely at the dart, knocking it down.

Seeing this, Brother Quan and the others quickly recalibrated their positions, drawing out their guns to protect Qi Yun in the middle.

The ashes of Qi Yun’s cigarette fell, and his tightly clenched hand in his pocket quietly loosened.

Though outwardly calm, Qi Yun was far less composed internally, but pretended to maintain an unfazed demeanor.

Seeing his subordinates demonstrate such bravery, his previously slightly unsettled heart was completely relieved.

"Whew~" Qi Yun exhaled a smoke ring, turning to Xiao Wu beside, "Show me your strength, go catch that rat hiding in the shadows."

Xiao Wu’s eyes ignited with battle spirit at these words, and he swiftly launched forward like an arrow, heading for the column behind which the dart had just been shot—the ninja was certainly lurking nearby.

Before he got close, a shadow suddenly flitted out from behind the pillar, raising his hands with two shurikens aimed directly at him, flashing a cold gleam as the ninja drew out a long knife from the waist, moving with a bizarre footwork straight at Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu’s gaze hardened, yet he showed no panic, halting abruptly, body twisting to the left to narrowly avoid the shurikens, while his left hand formed a palm, channeling Inner Strength to strike at the ninja’s wrist holding the knife.

The ninja quickly reacted, flipping the wrist, turning the stab to a chop to repel Xiao Wu.

But Xiao Wu wouldn’t back down, right hand gripping the opponent’s forearm tightly, fingers exerting power, causing the blade to freeze suspended in mid-air, unable to move further.

A trace of astonishment flashed through the ninja’s exposed eyes, feeling an excruciating force clenching on his forearm like iron clamps, inducing numbness even in the wrist.

Unbelieving of this young man’s formidable prowess, despite having weapon advantage, he was forced to a standstill.

In his moment of distraction, Xiao Wu powered up again!

With a loud "crack" of bone breaking, Xiao Wu pressed forcefully, shattering the skeletal joint of the ninja’s forearm!

The ninja groaned deeply, face blanching instantly, hand losing hold of the long knife which clattered to the ground.

Realizing his inferiority in just one exchange, his gaze toward Xiao Wu was full of dread and despair.

Xiao Wu gave no breathing room, attacking with fierce momentum, following up with a full-powered punch to the opponent’s chest.

The ninja lurched backward from the punch like a kite with a broken string, blood gushing profusely from his mouth.

Before he hit the ground, Xiao Wu quickly stepped up, grabbing his collar, swinging him forward like a chick.

With a heavy "thud," the ninja fell squarely in front of Qi Yun on the bluestone.

Prone, his mouth constantly spewed blood, staining the ground beneath him, the broken forearm twisted at an uncanny angle, painful just to look at.

Xiao Wu patted the dust off his hands and stood lightly back beside Qi Yun, as if crushing an ant was all it entailed.