JOJO: Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 211 Isn't that the same as not eating?

Southeast Asia, Shen Kingdom.

“Teacher, you…”

Seeing the enemy flee, Sihai quickly came to Instructor Liu's side.

He didn't reach out to touch his teacher because he sensed that Instructor Liu was still tense.

Recalling the scene just now, Sihai also felt extremely scared.

He is a professional assassin, and an extremely skilled one at that.

Just by standing on the sidelines and watching, he could tell that this battle was extraordinary.

Having just exchanged blows with that European, he knew that the man was stronger than him and that he probably wouldn't be able to defeat him.

At that time, he was glad that he had followed ACE's instructions and asked his master to come out of seclusion.

However, the battle he had just witnessed still left him with some lingering fear.

Instructor Liu waved his hand and said:

"While this person's physical skills and combat abilities are inferior to mine, his Stand ability is extremely powerful, and his battle intelligence is also exceptionally high,"

He spoke highly of Loanke.

“If he hadn’t run away and instead had chosen to fight me to the death in a protracted battle, my chances of losing in a one-on-one situation would have been very high.”

However, he then shook his head.

"Even so, I am not certain of defeat. If I can fight and observe for a long time, I may be able to break his ability."

"So, teacher, what do we do next?"

"Next, you need to mobilize everyone in the assassin company to guard this place and the surrounding countries. After all, we have a cooperative relationship with the Church of the Bench. Since they have their own things to do, we should help them guard their home."

Instructor Liu slowly turned around and sat down on a bench nearby.

"Oh, right, teacher, vice leader, I mean Mr. ACE, before he left he gave me one more thing, saying that I should tell you after we encounter the enemy..."

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Huaguo, Jiangdong Province.

Seven people of different appearances walked into the entrance of a small restaurant on the street; there were six men and one woman.

"Let me tell you, the best food in Jiangdong Province isn't in those high-rise hotels, it's in these small street stalls and shops..."

As the group walked inside, a short man was explaining the local delicacies of Jiangdong Province to them.

I said,

One of the tall, young men interjected,

"Have you ever really eaten at those fancy hotels...?"

Zhao Shitang's expression remained unchanged upon hearing Qiao Zhou's question.

"Well, even if you haven't eaten pork, you've seen pigs run. These things are generally accepted and conventional. Trust me, you won't go wrong."

Before the group could even step across the threshold, they saw a crowd gathered around the counter.

"Hey you guys, you're trying to pull this trick on an old man like me, aren't you!"

An elderly man wearing an apron stood in the middle of the crowd, his face ashen.

"What's wrong with gangsters these days? Don't they have any sense of morality at all? You leeches are supposed to be part of the underworld! All you do is ask for money all day long, and you never do anything useful. Sooner or later, someone will break your legs!"

Looking at the group of fierce-looking young people around him, the old man was not afraid at all and started cursing.

"Hey Uncle Jun, you old codger, you really think we wouldn't dare smash up your shop? We're giving you the nerve to call you 'Uncle'!"

A tall, thin man spoke through gritted teeth, whether from emotional reasons or simply his natural tone of voice, it was hard to tell.

"do not."

The man in the lead waved his hand, interrupting his companion.

This person has a black mark on their left cheek; it's unclear whether it's a tattoo or a birthmark.

All I can say is that if it was a tattoo, then the tattoo artist's skills were terrible.

The tattooed man lowered his hand. Because they were quite far apart, or perhaps because he simply didn't have much of an expression, the others couldn't see his face clearly.

"I'm telling you, Uncle Jun,"

The tattooed man spoke slowly.

“I know this used to be Pork Zhong’s territory, but I don’t care what they did. But now this place belongs to Master Sheng. A new emperor, a new law. You have to understand that, don’t you?”

"I don't understand a damn thing!"

The old man immediately cursed.

"Pah! You bunch of bastards, raising protection money is one thing, but you take the money and do nothing! When people come to my shop and cause trouble, you don't even bother to do anything. And you still have the nerve to collect protection money! Let me tell you, I, an old man, don't have a single penny. Anyway, my wife is gone. If you have the guts, then kill me!"

"You old geezer, you want to play tough with me? Fine, then you can close your shop..."

Qiao Zhou and his group had only been at the door for less than a minute when they saw several people about to make a move, and they immediately tried to stop them.

But before they could make a move, they felt a tremendous force turn them aside.

"Excuse me, thank you, excuse me..."

A few words reached everyone's ears; whether it was the gangsters in front or Qiao Zhou and his group, they all heard them clearly.

By the time they realized what was happening, a figure had already appeared between the two groups.

This person was of average build, about 1.8 meters tall, and was carrying a cup of milk tea.

"Wow, so many people! Hey boss, give me a bowl of mixed noodles!"

These words shocked everyone present.

The gangsters, noticing the large group of people behind them, were momentarily stunned. However, being members of the underworld, their reflexes were relatively quick, and they immediately shouted:

"What are you all doing here making a scene! Let me tell you! Get out of here! Or you'll regret it!"

However, their words did not frighten anyone.

Whether it was Qiao Zhou and his group or the guy who suddenly appeared, they all looked at them with strange eyes.

Of course, the sudden appearance of this guy also made Nakajima Katsuki's heart tighten.

Others might not have noticed, but he was a professional agent.

This person is agile and incredibly strong; he is definitely not an ordinary person.

"Are you deaf?! You can't hear me, can you?!"

Seeing that the other party did not react, two of the men immediately turned around and rushed towards the group, holding machetes and baseball bats.

In most street fights, how many people you can beat is not determined by how many people you can defeat at the same time.

Real street brawls are different from battles between experts because the two sides are usually a disorganized bunch with little skill.

In reality, if you're facing twenty people alone, and you're ruthless enough, you might not even need to actually fight them before they run away.

After you kill two people, the remaining eighteen people basically lose their will to fight.

Street fights are nowhere near as disciplined as professional brawls.

But what these two unlucky guys didn't know was that the group of people standing in front of them were all experts.

Even the weakest of them, Zhao Shitang, could easily defeat them in a one-on-one fight.

The next instant, the two men fell to the ground. The gangsters didn't even see the man's movements before they were both taken down.

"I'm talking to you guys."

The man took a sip of the milk tea in his hand.

"What are you guys doing? If you're not going to eat, then get out! I thought you were queuing up here."

His tone was so matter-of-fact, as if he were doing something commonplace in life.

"Hey boss, if they don't have a line, can you make my order now? Hurry up, my milk tea is almost gone, I can't eat without a drink."

After he shouted those words, he noticed that the gazes of the people around him were indescribably complicated.

“Not a buddy,”

His tone remained as matter-of-fact as ever.

"What kind of looks are you giving me? Is there a problem? Of course, you have to have a drink with your meal."

His words reached everyone's ears clearly.

"If you don't drink beverages while eating, it's the same as not eating at all!"