Chapter 97 Don't Go Too Far

"I've never seen a request like this in my entire life. Since she asked for it, we might as well satisfy her."

Jiang Chen sheathed his sword.

This sword was found by Bureau 749 in their warehouse. Although it had only just reached the level of a Magical Artifact, in Jiang Chen's hands, he could wield it with incredible mastery.

Jia He was stunned; he never expected Jiang Chen to have this side to him.

"Junior Martial Uncle, wouldn't that be a bit inappropriate?"

"People who insult the nation like this would have been beheaded and their bodies exposed in the Tang Dynasty. Today, I am only slapping them a couple of times as a minor punishment and warning. What is wrong with that?"

Feeling the sharp gaze Jiang Chen directed at him, Jia He immediately sat up straight.

"Nothing at all, Junior Martial Uncle!"

"There is one more. Go and slap her twice as well."

Jia He was taken aback: "Huh? But she didn't ask for it?"

"Those of us in the Daoist sect always treat everyone equally and never play favorites."

"Understood, Junior Martial Uncle." Believing that his elder was definitely right, Jia He held onto this principle, unbuckled his seatbelt, and walked toward the two women.

At this moment, Xiao Jiao had already been struck dizzy and dazed by the back of Jiang Chen's sword; at the very least, she must have a concussion.

The other girl saw Jia He walking toward her with "ill intentions" and her face instantly turned pale with fright.

"Don't come over here!"

"Where are the flight attendants? Where are they! I want to call the police! I want to file a complaint!"

Jia He rubbed his hands together and said with an embarrassed look: "It might hurt a little, so please bear with it."

Then, he suddenly slapped the girl across the face.

"Ah! It hurts so much!"

"I'm sorry, I was wrong, please don't hit me anymore, wuu wuu wuu!"

It wasn't over yet; Jia He backhanded her across the other side of her face.

With a crisp slapping sound, the girl's face turned black and blue on both sides, visibly swelling up.

Finally, someone couldn't stand it anymore. A man in a suit, his face greasy and shiny, stood up.

Although he guessed that Jiang Chen was not an ordinary person, he still stood up, feigning "righteous indignation."

"You guys are going too far. Is there no law? Even if these two young girls were in the wrong earlier, it's not right for you to beat them up like this!"

Jia He turned back: "Junior Martial Uncle, what should I do?"

Jiang Chen remained with his eyes closed, resting, and said indifferently: "I was so busy slapping them that I forgot to slap you, is that it?"

Jia He understood immediately and walked toward the man.

"What are you doing? Let me tell you, don't mess around, I am—Ah!"

Before he could finish his sentence, Jia He suddenly slapped him.

The man was finally slapped into his senses by the two strikes and retreated in a panic.

Although some of the other onlookers felt that Jiang Chen and Jia He had gone a bit too far, most of them felt satisfied.

They had heard what the two girls said earlier, but out of basic decency and because this was a public place, they didn't want to cause a scene.

To have someone step up and teach these two women a lesson, they were all secretly applauding.

Seeing that the matter was likely over, the flight attendants hurriedly brought over a first-aid kit to apply ice and medicine for the two girls.

"Ouch, flight attendant, ouch, flight attendant, you guys!" Seeing that the flight attendants hadn't come over to speak up for them for a long time, the girl immediately vented her anger on them.

The flight attendant applying the ice pack rolled her eyes. Are you kidding me? You want us to go up and stop a man that even the airline dares not offend?

So, she quietly increased the pressure of her hand.

"Oh ho ho ho! It hurts, it hurts!"

Jia He returned to his seat and asked Jiang Chen with a refreshed mood: "Junior Martial Uncle, did I do alright?"

"So-so," Jiang Chen replied.

"How do you feel now?"

"Very comfortable, just like not having pooped for seven days, and then finally getting it all out at once."

Jiang Chen's mouth twitched. What kind of magical metaphor was that?

"Cultivating the Dao is also about cultivating the heart; only when your thoughts are clear can your cultivation proceed smoothly."

Jia He suddenly realized, "So that's it. No wonder I felt like I was on the verge of a Breakthrough after slapping them a few times."

Just now, he almost couldn't help but slap them again.

Afterwards, after providing emergency treatment to the three people who had been slapped, the plane fell back into silence.

The weather was nice today.

The plane flew over the azure horizon, with a continuous sea of clouds outside and the boundless blue ocean below.

After an announcement, the plane began to gradually descend and finally landed slowly at Tokyo International Airport.

Jiang Chen and Jia He slowly walked off the plane.

Looking at the airport where Japanese characters were everywhere, Jia He remembered the captain's warning and said:

"Junior Martial Uncle, the captain said that for this operation, it's best to keep a low profile and not make too much of a scene."

Jiang Chen looked around a few times and took out his unreliable map app to try and find the way, but his sense of direction failed him again, and he had some trouble finding the right orientation.

"Do you think the two atomic bombs that the US dropped on the island nation were excessive?"

Jia He said matter-of-factly: "Not excessive at all. Of course it wasn't excessive. Even if they dropped ten more, I wouldn't feel like it was enough to vent my anger!"

"Hmm, that's right then."

Jia He nodded, then suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"No, Junior Martial Uncle, that's not what the captain meant..."

The two men walked toward a certain street.

"Junior Martial Uncle, why are we walking this way? The train station platform to Kyoto doesn't seem to be down this street."

Jiang Chen walked while observing his surroundings, and upon hearing Jia He's question, said indifferently:

"Since we're already here, it would be a pity to leave without doing some good deeds and earning some Karma."

Jia He was a bit confused: "Doing what kind of good deeds?"

Jiang Chen didn't speak, just calmly strode forward. Jia He had no choice but to follow.

On this trip, his role was just to be the eyes and an accessory; other than that, he wasn't needed.

But as Jiang Chen walked following the navigation, he realized that the route seemed a bit wrong.

"Konnichiwa! &#%@***?"

At this moment, a girl wearing a sailor uniform suddenly popped out, bowed to Jiang Chen and the other man, and then chattered on in a long string of words.

"What is she saying?" Jiang Chen asked.

"I don't understand either." Jia He was still in a daze.

However, he immediately took out his phone, opened a translation app, and started a "barrier-free" conversation with the girl.

"Junior Martial Uncle, she's asking if we're here for tourism. She can show us the way for 500 yen an hour, which works out to about twenty or thirty yuan."

"Good, tell her to show us the way, and say we're going to the Yasukuni Shrine."

"Alright, no problem—huh? Junior Martial Uncle, go to the Yasukuni Shrine?"

"Yes, that's right, we're going over there to collect some Karma."

"Uh... okay!" Although he didn't know what his Junior Martial Uncle was planning, Jia He chose to obey unconditionally.

Soon, after Jia He used the translation app to explain the situation to the girl.

The girl's eyes clearly showed some shock and suspicion, because Chinese tourists coming to the island nation rarely visit the Yasukuni Shrine.

However, she didn't say anything more and, with great service awareness, led Jiang Chen and his companion toward the Yasukuni Shrine.