Chapter 29: Easily Taken Down
At midnight, Ling Xiao sat cross-legged in the three-story quiet room. The moonlight from above shone through the large skylight into the room, then was completely absorbed by the god and demon list floating in front of Ling Xiao, transforming into a moon-white beam of light that shot into Ling Xiao's glabella.
Suddenly, Ling Xiao, who was cultivating and consolidating his Fusion stage cultivation, frowned. The next moment, he had already opened his eyes.
Ling Xiao waved his hand, and the god and demon list fell from in front of him back onto the offering table. As Ling Xiao continued to perform his incantations, the entire offering table suddenly lit up with a white light. The next moment, a series of grid-like fine lines emerged from the walls of the house, extending throughout the entire small building.
Ling Xiao stood up, walked to the large iron gate, and pushed it. The heavy iron gate was gently pushed open by him without making a sound.
Closing the large iron gate, Ling Xiao walked down the stairs and stood in the center of the second floor. He made a grasping motion towards the longsword hanging on the wall. The next moment, the longsword flew from the wall and landed in Ling Xiao's right hand.
Looking around, Ling Xiao gently waved his left palm, and all the sofas and dining tables in the living room were pushed aside by him. Then, with both hands resting on the sword, he stood solemnly in the center of the room. The next moment, a black figure quietly crept up from downstairs.
Yashida Ichiro originally thought he had silently entered Ling's Pharmacy. He not only quietly searched the Pharmacy but also went down to the basement for a look. Finding nothing, he then went up to the second floor.
As soon as he went upstairs, Yashida Ichiro saw a black figure standing in the middle of the room. Before Yashida Ichiro could react, a white light shot out from the figure's hand, aimed directly at Yashida Ichiro's chest.
Yashida Ichiro was startled. He didn't know why the other party had discovered him while he was still under the invisibility spell. Subconsciously, the katana Aotamaru in his hand instantly sprang up, blocking the path of the incoming white light.
With a muffled 'clang', the white light struck Aotamaru heavily. Yashida Ichiro only felt an irresistible force coming from his hand, forcing him to retreat several steps. However, before he could stabilize himself, the white light in front of him split into two, wrapping around his neck.
Yashida Ichiro's heart tingled with dread. He could feel that if he were entangled by that white light, he would surely be decapitated.
"Hmph!" Yashida Ichiro coldly snorted. The Aotamaru in his hand finally left its sheath and shot vertically towards the position of the person he remembered, directly in front of him. His body followed closely behind Aotamaru, and at some point, a short knife in his left hand was guarding his side.
The two white lights in mid-air suddenly merged. With a soft 'ding', Aotamaru was struck to the ground. Yashida Ichiro let out a sigh of relief, his body retreating sharply, rushing towards the stairwell.
However, just as Yashida Ichiro had retreated to the stairwell, a flickering figure suddenly appeared behind him and gently tapped the back of his head. The next moment, Yashida Ichiro felt his vision go black, and his consciousness plunged into endless darkness.
Ling Xiao looked at Yashida Ichiro lying on the ground and sneered, "Fighting with me in my own small building? Even your father might not win, let alone a small-time punk like you."
Ling Xiao reached out, and the Aotamaru on the ground flew into his hand. Then, he effortlessly lifted Yashida Ichiro and walked up to the third floor. The nearly seventy-kilogram Yashida Ichiro was like a leaf in Ling Xiao's hands.
Although their exchange during this time was swift, it still produced considerable noise. However, Gan Jing, who was sleeping in her room, didn't notice anything.
A misty Los Angeles morning. Yashida Ichiro was awakened by a chill. Before he could even look at his surroundings, a sharp pain shot through the back of his head, and a cry of pain instantly escaped his lips.
"Ah!" Yashida Ichiro pressed his head hard. As soon as his headache eased, he realized that he had been thrown into a trash can at some point, naked. The foul-smelling garbage bags around him made him extremely uncomfortable.
Yashida Ichiro struggled to climb out of the trash can. He looked around but found none of his belongings. He gritted his teeth and walked out of the alley, hiding at the street corner.
Soon, Yashida Ichiro waited until a white man in a tracksuit jogging passed by. He suddenly extended his right hand, pressed it against the man's neck, knocking him unconscious, and then dragged him into the alley.
Not long after, Yashida Ichiro emerged from the alley wearing a gray tracksuit that was clearly a bit too big. He spat fiercely, then stealthily made his way to a hidden apartment in East Los Angeles that only he knew about.
Yashida Ichiro had by now recalled what had happened last night. Perhaps because he was knocked out, some parts were missing. He had no memory of what happened after he was knocked unconscious yesterday.
There was a high probability that the person last night was Ling Xiao. Yashida Ichiro hadn't expected the other party's strength to be so terrifying. He couldn't even withstand three moves before being knocked to the ground.
These matters were even somewhat difficult for him to speak of. Yashida Ichiro simply didn't know how to tell his father about this.
But no matter how he was going to say it, before he figured it out, he still needed to change into his own clothes. Fortunately, the apartment not only had Yashida's own clothes but also a good amount of cash, a handgun, even a refrigerator full of fresh food, and a Korean-American beauty he had been supporting for over half a year.
This woman, named Kim Jin-hye, was completely unaware of Yashida Ichiro's true identity. She didn't care either; the fact that he provided her with such a residence, plus a substantial monthly allowance, was enough for her to ignore all problems. After all, this was America.
After showering and having breakfast, Yashida Ichiro picked up the woman who had just made him breakfast and walked towards the bedroom.
After a passionate and exhilarating session, Yashida Ichiro looked at the deeply sleeping woman, lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag. Only now did he begin to ponder what had happened last night. That fellow named Ling Xiao's strength was indeed superior to his own, perhaps even more than just a notch.
Although Yashida Ichiro was somewhat reluctant to admit it, it was clearly a fact. However, if it came down to a fight to the death, it was just that the other party caught him off guard last night. Otherwise, it's uncertain who would have died. One must remember that the other party clearly had some reservations, otherwise he wouldn't have left him alive.
However, it's best not to provoke such a person easily. This person is clearly not someone to be trifled with, otherwise he wouldn't have stripped him naked and thrown him into a trash can.
Thinking of this, Yashida Ichiro couldn't help but grit his teeth. However, if it were just this, it wouldn't be enough to stop Yashida Ichiro's mad dog-like vengefulness. What truly frightened him was a red dot on his chest. If the woman in bed hadn't asked about it out of curiosity, he might not have discovered it at all. The moment Yashida Ichiro touched it, he felt an inexplicable panic in his heart, even struggling to breathe.
Clearly, this was a warning from the other party. If he went looking for trouble again, the other party might truly kill him.
Yashida Ichiro left the apartment and became busy throughout the morning. By nearly noon, Yashida Ichiro returned to Yashida Corporation with a videotape and met his father.
"I'm sorry, Father, I failed!" Yashida Ichiro honestly recounted the process of their confrontation without any concealment. After speaking, he handed the videotape to his father and said in a deep voice, "Father, this is the video footage I obtained of those two people yesterday."
"Hmm!" Shizhi Xuan narrowed his eyes, glanced at his eldest son, and waved his hand, signaling him to go to the player nearby and start the videotape.
As Shizhi Xuan slowly pondered the matter, he saw a man's figure appear on the television, his heart startled, and he suddenly stood up.