Chapter 26: Coming to His Door
"What did you say?" Yashida Jiro's Face instantly darkened as he said coldly, "If you have the guts, say it again."
"Bite me!" Ling Xiao raised his head, his gaze fiercely fixed on Yashida Jiro.
Ling Xiao's obnoxious demeanor filled Yashida Jiro with towering rage, but a trace of vigilance remained in his heart. He felt something was off. He took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and said coldly, "This is racial discrimination."
"I discriminate against you, you little Jap. If you have the guts, sue me!" Ling Xiao looked at Yashida Jiro with a disgusted expression and said, "I'd like to see whose background will be more embarrassing if it actually goes to court."
Ling Xiao's words reignited the anger in Yashida Jiro's heart. He clenched his fists, wishing he could immediately smash them into Ling Xiao's Face.
At this moment, Ling Xiao even deliberately offered his right cheek, pointing to his Face and striking an obnoxious pose that seemed to say, 'Come on, if you dare.'
Just as the rage in Yashida Jiro's heart was about to burst and consume the Nine Heavens, his peripheral vision suddenly caught sight of the camera above the Pharmacy. His heart instantly felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured from the sky, chilling him completely.
Yashida Jiro slightly turned his head and glanced at the Black-Clothed Person sitting at the tea table, who looked "restless." He couldn't help but let out a slight sigh of relief: That was a close call. He almost fell for that guy's trick just now. He probably would have been arrested by that federal agent the moment his fist landed.
Yashida Jiro didn't know what the other party's intentions were, but he knew he absolutely couldn't be arrested, especially at this time, not even for a day.
"What are you spacing out for? Get out, get out! My territory doesn't welcome you little Japs." With that, Ling Xiao walked out from behind the counter, pushed Yashida Jiro hard in the chest, and shoved him towards the door.
Yashida Jiro, having reservations, did not resist as Ling Xiao pushed him out. Meanwhile, Ling Xiao continued to babble, "Get out, get out, you coward, you wimp! My territory doesn't welcome you."
Ling Xiao rudely pushed Yashida Jiro out of the Pharmacy. Just then, a sharp glint flashed in Yashida Jiro's eyes, and he swung a powerful elbow, brimming with all his strength, towards Ling Xiao's chest from behind.
This elbow strike was extremely vicious. If it had landed squarely, even with Ling Xiao's cultivation, he would likely have coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood. So, instinctively, Ling Xiao's left palm shot up, blocking in front of his chest. His palm gently trembled, resting on the tip of Yashida Jiro's elbow. The next moment, the force rebounded, and the power of Yashida Jiro's attacking elbow was entirely returned by Ling Xiao. Caught off guard, Yashida Jiro was immediately pushed to the ground by this force.
Ling Xiao's strike was very powerful. Yashida Jiro was thrown to the ground, his Face scraping against the pavement several times.
This happened very quickly. Ling Xiao's actions were almost subconscious, and Yashida Jiro was already on the ground.
Just then, from two cars parked side-by-side across the street from the Pharmacy, the doors opened almost simultaneously. A man and a woman stepped out at nearly the same moment. This scene not only surprised Ling Xiao but also the two individuals themselves.
The Asian woman in a black business suit who stepped out of the first car was Melinda, who had come here with Coulson. The other person, dressed in a sharp dark blue suit and holding a short cane, was Yashida Jiro's older brother, Yashida Ichiro.
The two of them fixed their gaze on each other almost as soon as they got out of their cars. They were no more than five meters apart, the optimal position for an attack. At this moment, they no longer cared about what was happening at the Pharmacy entrance, intently staring at each other with tension.
Melinda was at her most sensitive. The moment she saw Yashida Ichiro, she realized the danger of this man. Her right hand instinctively touched a heavy object on her right hip, and only then did her mind settle.
Melinda's movement immediately drew a reaction from Yashida Ichiro. His short cane was aimed at Melinda at the same time, almost as if he were using it as a pistol. Perhaps it was a pistol to begin with.
This thought had just flashed through Melinda's mind when the sound of arguing from a distance reached her ears, interrupting the standoff between the two.
"Baka yarou..." Yashida Jiro instinctively cursed in Japanese. Having somehow gotten back on his feet, he ignored the scrapes on his Face and started trading insults with Ling Xiao like two bulls butting heads.
"CNM! You little Jap!" Ling Xiao retorted without backing down, then pointed at the surveillance camera outside the Pharmacy and sneered, "Want to pick a fight? I'm not afraid of a coward like you. Everything just now was clearly caught on camera. Believe it or not, even if we go to the police station, you little punk will be the one getting disciplined!"
Yashida Jiro looked at Ling Xiao coldly. After glancing up at the camera, his expression grew even more somber.
Suddenly, he stopped exchanging words with Ling Xiao, turned around, and walked directly across the street. By this time, a considerable crowd of onlookers had gathered, and some had even started calling the police.
After hearing Ling Xiao's curses, many people looked at Yashida Jiro with hatred. How many true Chinese people would have a good impression of those little Japs? Not confronting them directly was already giving them a lot of Face.
Yashida Jiro walked to his car, opened the door without a word, and got in.
"How is it, Jiro? Is this guy the person we're looking for?" Yashida Ichiro showed no concern for his brother's injuries, instead immediately asking about their initial purpose for coming here.
Yashida Jiro also didn't mention the conflict with Ling Xiao just now. After a moment of thought, he gently shook his head and said, "It's unlikely. Although this person's physique is somewhat similar to the person from that night, and I even thought it was him for a while, a brief exchange just now confirmed that it's not him."
"Oh, how do you mean?" Yashida Ichiro asked his brother as he started the car and drove away from Chinatown.
Yashida Jiro turned to look at his elder brother, who had insisted on coming along, his gaze finally resting on the scenery on both sides of the street. He said faintly, "This person's strength is even above mine. No, it's even above the person who fought me that night, perhaps even significantly higher. These two absolutely cannot be the same person."
The exchange between Yashida Jiro and Ling Xiao was extremely brief, lasting only a single round, but it was enough for Yashida Jiro to estimate Ling Xiao's true strength.
Yashida Jiro's elbow strike just now was almost his full power. Ling Xiao's kung fu was not weak; Yashida Jiro had already investigated this. He wasn't worried that his elbow strike would directly kill him.
Even if the opponent's strength was insufficient, at most, he would severely injure them, making them lie in bed for a few months, spitting blood for a few months. With modern medical conditions, a person could absolutely be saved, but their martial arts skills would likely be crippled.
However, Ling Xiao's true strength exceeded Yashida Jiro's estimation. His almost sneak attack with full power not only failed to harm the opponent in the slightest but instead resulted in the opponent knocking him to the ground with a single palm strike. The depth of the opponent's cultivation was evident, perhaps not even half a point weaker than his own elder brother.
Of course, Yashida Jiro did not say that last part out loud, because he understood his elder brother too well.
"Oh, is that so?" Yashida Ichiro drove, his eyes slightly narrowed, a hint of excitement showing in his gaze.