Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 180 Wang Yi in New York
"Turtle, is this New York? Compared to this, the capital city really does look like a larger countryside!"

With a Benjamin leading the way, the American police at customs inspection did not do anything to the Chinese identities of Wang Yi, Li Tianran and Duanmu Ying. Of course, it was also because they had Wallet, bah, Mr. Qian Boer and Hendler leading the way.

However, Wang Yi went back to the boat under the pretext of going to the toilet, changed his clothes and face, and used ten dollars to pave the way for his alter ego, John Wick, to arrive in New York.

After completing this process, John Wick, with his birth certificate, becomes a real American living in the city of New York.

When Wang Yi came back after completing this process, he saw Duanmu Ying and Li Tianran standing on the dock with their mouths wide open, looking at this international metropolis, like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden.

Wang Yi could understand their expressions. To be frank, standing in Beijing in the early to mid-20th century and looking at New York of the same period, Wang Yi could only use two words to describe the feelings of many Chinese people of that era when they saw this scene: despair.

The comparison between the cities of the two great countries is truly one of heaven and earth, especially in the early and mid-20th century, when this sense of despair was most obvious. It was the kind of powerlessness that many people could not imagine how hard they had to work to reach the level of development of the other city.

To give the simplest example, the tallest building in Beijing is Qianmen Tower: 45 meters.

In New York, the 381-meter-tall Empire State Building is enough to stand out from the crowd, not to mention other buildings and the Statue of Liberty which can be regarded as a wonder.

From Wang Yi's perspective, skyscrapers were everywhere, cars were densely traveling on the road, pedestrians on both sides of the road were wearing windbreakers and soft hats, and newsboys with clean clothes and pale faces were selling newspapers.

The patrolling police were directing traffic with wooden sticks in their hands. There were restaurants of all kinds on the street opposite the pier, with roast chicken, hot dogs, ice cream and other things on display.

Above the dock behind them, there was another plane hovering low, offering a bird's eye view of New York.

Everywhere you look, you can see everything flourishing and full of vitality. This sentence is not a derogatory word here, but a real compliment.

Seeing that even Duanmu Ying and Li Tianran, who were practitioners, could not hide their inner emotions and their expressions were reflected on their faces, it was not difficult for Wang Yi to understand why so many people worshipped foreign things and even felt proud of them instead of being ashamed of them.

Because they have really seen the world, and were overwhelmed by the gap in the times brought about by this dimensionality reduction attack, they chose to kneel down, and they couldn't even understand why others didn't kneel down with them.

Wang Yi didn’t understand why they were like this before, but now he understands, and he understands and respects them. But as long as they dare to stop him, there is only one word for him: kill!

Because kneeling down is not the only option. More than two thousand years ago, Emperor Gaozu of Han and Overlord Xiang Yu had already given the answer in two sentences.

'A real man should be like this! One day, he can replace me!'

Chambol and Hendler on the side were also enjoying seeing Duanmu Ying and Li Tianran seeing New York at this moment. This was why they were very confident that Wang Yi would choose to join Behemoth in the end. It was a pity that they were disappointed. Wang Yi was not too shocked. On the contrary, he gave them the illusion that this guy seemed to live in New York.

"Well, that's enough of being surprised. Keep your chin down. There are so many people watching you."

"Ah? Oh, Brother Yi, don't you have any expression or feeling at all?"

Disturbed by Wang Yi's dry coughs, Duanmu Ying and Li Tianran finally restrained their behavior. They were puzzled by Wang Yi's calmness. Seeing this scene, they were sure that even the old Taoist priest Zhang Jingqing or the Daying immortal Zuo Rutong would not be able to withstand it.

"You have already expressed it on my behalf, and I was already informed before I came here."

"call?"

While the two little ones were still confused, Wang Yi took out several telegrams and black-and-white photos from his arms and handed them to the two little ones.

These telegrams and black-and-white photos were naturally from Lu Guangda, a member of the famous Lu family who had gone abroad to study at the end of the 14th year of the Republic of China. Lu Guangda, Lu Jin's cousin, had not lost contact with Wang Yi in the past few years when he came to Massachusetts to study. He would send Wang Yi five or six telegrams every year, and occasionally send a letter with a few photos of the American scenery he took when he was relaxing in his spare time.

The letter did not contain much content, just some words of dissatisfaction and indignation during his study in the United States, and also stated that he had never forgotten the oath he made.

Wang Yi would also write back to him or send him a telegram to tell him what trouble he had caused here.

The relationship between him and Lu Guangda is like that between a kite and the person holding it. Lu Guangda, who is far away overseas, needs someone to tell him that his persistence is meaningful, and Wang Yi plays this role.

But Lu Guangda didn't expect that before he had completed his studies, Wang Yi had already come across the ocean to chat with him.

But one is in Massachusetts and the other is in New York, so there is still some distance between them.

Qian Boer and Hendler did not expect that Wang Yi actually had a friend studying in the United States, and in Massachusetts. The two of them felt a little disappointed for a moment because they did not see the same surprised expression on Wang Yi's face as Duanmu Ying and Li Tianran.

But no matter how disappointed you are, you still have to do things.

After confirming that all seven of them were fine, they rented a car and went to the telegraph office to send an ocean telegram to their families on the other side of the ocean to report their safety, and then they parted ways in Chinatown.

Because for Wang Yi, now that he has arrived, he estimates that he will stay in New York for two or three years before returning to China, but Duanmu Ying and Li Tianran are not sure.

And New York is not their destination. The two little ones have to take a train to San Francisco to go through the admission procedures, and Hendler has to go along. It must be said that Hendler, the American father, really treats Li Tianran as his own son. He even gave him a birth certificate that shows him to be a mixed-race of American and local Indian.

"Yingzi, I'm here now. I'm not worried about Li Tianran. What about you? Is there anyone who can help take care of you in San Francisco?"

"Brother Yi, don't worry about me. We have people in Jishiditang overseas. I will go to San Francisco to complete the enrollment procedures and then become an apprentice at my uncle Su's Baozhilin."

Duanmu Ying patted her burgeoning dumplings, looking fearless, but her words made Wang Yi raise an eyebrow.

"Bao Zhi Lin, is this the Bao Zhi Lin I know? Do they have a branch in San Francisco?"

"Yes, but it was opened by the late Master Huang's third apprentice, Yaca Sukai. My father told me that when Master Huang was young, he even came to San Francisco to cut the ribbon for his apprentice. Unfortunately, he died of depression before he could see the success of Bao Zhilin in San Francisco."

"The Lion of the Western Regions..."

"Brother, what did you say?"

"Nothing. Since you have a place to stay in San Francisco, I won't say anything. I will find time to visit you after I have settled down here, so that I won't have to explain to Mr. Duanmu. Take this."

After realizing that the Jishidiang behind Duanmu Ying had connections in San Francisco, Wang Yi thought about it and took out a stack of one thousand dollars in both large and small denominations and two Brownings from the box where he had exchanged dollars and stuffed them into the other person's suitcase.

"You have also seen the letter that the Lu family member sent me. I know that Mr. Duanmu brought you a lot of money, but it was a bank draft. You can't do this without some cash. Although you have family skills, they are all for curing diseases and saving lives. You lack fighting skills. You can take these two with you for self-defense."

"But I'm a doctor. Who would have trouble with a doctor?"

"Do you know what Master Huang did before he opened the clinic?"

"I'm a martial arts student."

"That's right. Even Master Huang, the great master, knew to learn martial arts first and then medicine. Otherwise, why do you think the San Francisco branch of Bao Zhi Lin has been open until now?"

"But I also know this method, the 72-step grappling technique~"

"When in Rome, do as the Romans do. How can you not learn some American traditional martial arts when you are in America? You don't have to worry about me. Forgot what kind of business this guy next to me is in? I have a better one."

Although Duanmu Ying is young, she can feel Wang Yi's enthusiasm. She smiles at Wang Yi and gives him a good guy card.

"Brother, you are so nice."

A good guy card also gave Wang Yi goosebumps, which was more uncomfortable than being slapped by Zhang Zhiwei. After dealing with Duanmu Ying, the next one was Li Tianran. This young man who was born with great hatred and was supposed to be used by Mr. Lan was killed by Wang Yi before the hatred took root. Now, the identity of Li Tianran in the Republic of China can be regarded as dead. At present, he only has the identity of Bruce Lee arranged by his American father. What he will do in the future depends on him.

But Wang Yi had confidence in him. He was not someone who could be easily fooled. However, he still had to remind him of some things.

"Brother, just say whatever you want to say."

Wang Yi put his arm around his shoulders and pulled him to the other side.

"Tianran, you have now passed on your sect's inheritance through Master Jin Guang, and you also have the Golden Escape Flowing Light technique at your disposal. You must not neglect your cultivation because of this world of pleasure. You must know that this world of mortals is the best place to train your mind and cultivate yourself. New York is not like our Republic of China. Here, having a big fist and a thick wallet is the only way to succeed, and your fist is especially important.

If you have any questions about Jin Dun Liu Guang, you can also ask me. I am in New York. As for what is good and what is bad, I think you can judge it yourself, so I will not be the preacher. I have only one request to you. I don’t care who you want to pass on your Yan Zi Men mastership to, but if you teach Jin Dun Liu Guang to others without my permission, without the permission of Master Jin Guang, I will hold you accountable no matter where you go. You know, I can do it.

Finally, Yingzi is my sister. Although you go to the same school as her, you should be careful and don’t have any bad thoughts! You understand!"

Li Tianran nodded repeatedly. He was not an inexperienced brat. Especially the warning about the means, his own master Li San had also said the same thing when he became his disciple. He knew the seriousness of the matter. As for Duanmu Ying's problem.

"Don't worry, Brother Yi. I treat Yingzi as my younger sister. To be honest, ever since my senior sister was beheaded by the evil villain Ichiro Nemoto that year, I swore that I would never have anything to do with a woman again in my life. My senior sister is the only one in my heart!"

"Come on, forget it. I calculated your age. You were only thirteen at that time. You know nothing! You only have your senior sister in your heart. You just like sisters who are older and more mature than you. Why are you talking so much about love?"

"Eh? Brother, how do you know so much? Could it be that you..."

Before Li Tianran finished speaking, he felt an inexplicable pressure enveloping his body, which made him afraid to say the rest of the words. Only then did he nod obediently to show that he had heard everything he said.

Seeing that Li Tianran was so tactful, Wang Yi patted him on the shoulder and returned to the small group with an attitude of a good brother.

At this point, it was time to say goodbye to them. Hendler took Li Tianran and Duanmu Ying to catch the train back to his San Francisco estate to rest. He also had to follow Mr. Qianbol and his Chinese secretary to the Behemoth Group to see the world and show off his skills.

The two groups also took a taxi and headed to their next destination.

The Behemoth Group is located at 117 Bleecker Street in New York, in a building nearly 150 meters high. When he arrived at the door, Chamblee rolled down the window from the passenger seat and showed his face. The guard obviously knew Chamblee, the son of the director, and let him in directly.

After arriving at the place and getting out of the car, Wang Yi followed Qian Bo into the lobby. As for the accompanying Chinese secretary Thomas Chen, he could only stand in the lobby and cast envious eyes at Wang Yi in front of him.

Wang Yi's long gown seemed particularly out of place in the Behemoth building where everyone was dressed in suits and ties. However, Wang Yi didn't care. He followed Qian Boer with his hands behind his back like an expert, and took the elevator down to the underground.

As the elevator went down, Wang Yi also saw the full picture of Behemoth, an alien organization disguised as a consortium.

"There's a different world, Old Qian."

“Can we communicate in English now?”

Hearing Wang Yi calling him that, Qian Boer couldn't stand it. He was a real Star-Spangled Banner kid, Old Money! What was Old Money?

"No, Old Money doesn't care about these titles. Besides, we can speak Chinese just fine, why do we have to use English? Some words can only be used in Chinese."

Qian Boer suddenly wondered if Wang Yi couldn't let go in the Republic of China. Why did he not act like a strong man in New York as Hendler said in the telegram? But his pride as a true member of the Stars and Stripes also made him refute Wang Yi.

“I don’t think there’s anything that can’t be expressed in English.”

"If you can't translate what I'm going to say next, one Benjamin."

"can."

"Mr. Chamberlain, please wake me up at the twenty-fifth hour on Monday, the thirty-second day of March, of this year."

After a period of silence, Wang Yi earned his first money on his first day in New York.

The elevator opened, and Wang Yi followed Qian Boer and walked into an empty secret room under the gaze of many staff members. Next to him at the second-floor window, there were people of different ages, dressed in suits or research uniforms, waiting there.

In front of him, there were four men and two women waiting for him. Three of them were acquaintances. They were the three American aliens who were slapped down by him in the Beijing Embassy. Two were white and one was black. He was familiar with their names: Steve, Bucky, and Sam. He didn't know the other man, nor the two women, but their figures and looks were good.

Chamblee suddenly strode forward, joined their group, and took a Mauser rifle from the rack on their side.

Seeing the other party's actions, he switched to English fluently, and his voice was full of the accent of Uptown New York.

We have to thank Mr. Dongshan of Dongshan Academy of Trinity School. Even Li Muxuan praised his foreign language teaching, which allowed Run to marry and have children after going abroad. His granddaughter also became the king of Nasen Island, an isolated island overseas, and he suddenly became a royal relative.

"OK, so this is the test, but before we start, I have a question, how did you guess that my skills are related to gravity and electromagnetic force?"

The black-and-white video and documents that were released gave Wang Yi the answer. The contents of the documents described the various strange phenomena when he and Zhang Zhiwei competed in martial arts at the Lu family's birthday banquet, and joined forces with Zhang Zhiwei to kill thirty Japanese and Manchu masters in Fengtian City.

The black and white video was naturally of the competition among the embassy circles in Beijing. Well, it was made by this guy Hendler.

"That's amazing. Just based on these, you have deduced that the technique I practice is specifically related to gravity and electromagnetic force. This gives me a deeper impression of your country's academic level. Now let me feel how advanced you American aliens are."

Just like what Wang Yi judged when he first played against Qian Bol, his ability alone would not be very effective, and the key is to cooperate with his teammates.

After Wang Yi stood there and allowed their team to challenge him, the seven-member American mutant team charged towards Wang Yi. Three minutes later, the battle was over.

Wang Yi still stood there motionless, but the person closest to him was the white man he had never seen before.

However, his body had expanded to more than three meters at this time, his skin was like granite, and his fist as big as a casserole pot was stopped more than thirty centimeters in front of Wang Yi, unable to move further.

As his strength was exhausted, his body shrank rapidly, returning to his original height of 1.7 meters, with only a pair of highly stretchable trousers covering his lower body. He lay on the ground, panting and looking at Wang Yi as if he was looking at a monster.

"Incredible, you have trained all your Qi into your flesh and blood, allowing your flesh and blood to maintain the effect of horizontal training even under normal circumstances. Just in this regard, your talent is stronger than many horizontal training sects in our area, because their bodies are in two different states when they practice the skills to activate horizontal training and when they don't. My magnetic field Qi is really not very effective against people like you..."

The man who was closest to him left a good impression on Wang Yi. According to the theory of immortal cultivation, others were refining qi, but this guy was refining the body.

It was a pity that he was a congenital alien born from taking drugs, and his upper limit was locked, so it was too difficult to break through. On his side, he heard that there was a school of aliens called Wulou Vajra, which was the same way of body training as his.

However, there are not many people in the sect who can reach the level of the white man in front of him, and those who can reach that level are basically considered the pillars of the sect.

"Can I know your name?"

"Bruce Rowan."

After saying this, Bruce Ron, who had a congenitally refined body, rolled his eyes and fainted.

The Behemoth executives who were watching this crushing confrontation on the second floor also had different expressions on their faces as they looked at the basement that was run over by a steamroller and struck by lightning.

(End of this chapter)