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In the linguistics of Huaguo, the phrases "You don't mind if I sit here, do you?" and "Do you mind if I sit here?" seem to convey similar meanings. However, upon closer examination, the nuances in tone are intriguing. The former often comes across as somewhat stiff and overly familiar, yet in reality, Jufeng did not know the rather handsome boy before him.
Before Romain could respond, the boy elegantly took a seat and ordered a cup of coffee from the waiter, then began sipping it nonchalantly.
His posture remained graceful, resembling that of a born aristocrat.
The boy was silent, and Romain did not speak either. However, Romain's heart was stirred because he sensed a familiar essence emanating from the boy—a scent that had been absent for many years but filled Romain's childhood memories.
In the café, the two sat in silence while pedestrians passed by in the corridor and vehicles drove past on the street. Occasionally, a gentle breeze carried remnants of summer's heat, rustling the trees softly.
After drinking three-quarters of his coffee, the boy finally broke the silence, unwilling to remain alone in his thoughts.
His words seemed directed at Romain yet also felt detached from him.
"I know you; your name is Jufeng. But you don’t know me. When we first met, you were only three years old at Emperor Yan Hall in Yanhuang City. You received enlightenment from the Grandmaster of Longevity and became his disciple."
As soon as the boy spoke, it was as if he had lifted a veil covering that chapter of history—one that had not been mentioned for over a decade. The past floated back like smoke, confirming Romain's earlier feelings.
Yet Romain was puzzled; this boy appeared to be around his age. When he was three years old, wasn’t this boy nearly the same age? How could he remember events that Romain had no recollection of?
Damn it, could he really be that precocious? I don’t recall any food in Yanhuang City being so hormone-laden!
Unaware of the depth of thought his words had provoked in Romain, the boy continued reminiscing.
"You studied in Yanhuang City for seven years, during which you achieved numerous honors and even won the Yanhuang Competition. At that time, you were the envy of everyone—including me—but unexpectedly, you gave up halfway and stopped pursuing martial arts to return to Earth in search of what you call freedom."
"I have always been curious: is freedom truly more desirable than martial arts?"
At this point, there was a rare tremor in his voice—a hint of emotion he had struggled to suppress since sitting down.
"I have been on Earth for three years now and have heard many rumors about you. I know that after returning to Earth, you were still regarded as a prodigy. Yet after a brief period of brilliance, you vanished once again."
"This leaves me perplexed!"
"Although I admit that I have no qualifications to interfere in others' affairs, I have come here today simply to try and prove that after so many years of studying martial arts more than you in Yanhuang City, I might just be able to surpass you, who has pursued freedom for so long."
"In terms of combat, my name is Politeness."
As soon as the words left his mouth, the boy named Politeness casually waved his hand, and suddenly the coffee cup in front of him flew toward Jufeng. The cup merged seamlessly with its saucer, and not a single drop of the remaining liquid splashed out.
If there were a physicist present, he would surely exclaim that this defies all laws of physics, yet the reality was as such.
Jufeng had been paying close attention to the boy's movements. Seeing the flying coffee cup, his expression turned unusually serious. At a certain moment, Jufeng abruptly raised his left hand, catching the coffee cup mid-air, then traced a large arc in the air before gently placing it on the table in front of him.
All of this happened in an instant. Thus, where Politeness stood was empty, while Jufeng had two cups of coffee side by side in front of him.
One cup was nearly empty, while the other still held a third of its contents.
"It seems you are waiting for someone inside the building; however, I'm afraid he belongs to me now."
With that, Politeness smiled lightly, elegantly stood up, adjusted his collar, and walked out.
Jufeng was taken aback; he never expected that this Politeness was not only from Yanhuang City but also part of the group planning to kidnap Sister Five. Although their earlier exchange seemed calm on the surface, Jufeng knew he had fallen at a disadvantage because his opponent had only used three-quarters of his martial power while he had given it his all. Nevertheless, Jufeng could not simply watch as the lead he had worked hard to obtain slipped away.
Following closely behind Politeness, Jufeng quickly stood up and hurried forward. However, just as he stepped outside, he was stopped by a waiter.
"Sir, you haven't settled your bill yet. Two cups of coffee total 50 yuan."
...
Jufeng stormed out of the café in frustration and spotted Politeness leaning against the wall near the entrance of the building with a smile on his face. To Jufeng's eyes, that smile seemed particularly irritating.
Politeness shrugged and turned to enter the building. Jufeng dared not delay; he quickly followed suit and swept into the building like a gust of autumn wind.
However, once inside, Jufeng felt awkward because he wasn't sure which floor Shu was on. He only knew that this building had one entrance; given Shu's capabilities, there was no way she could have exited through any other means.
Biting his teeth in frustration, Jufeng realized that today was indeed a day filled with misfortune; it seemed destined that he and Politeness were simply incompatible.
When the name Jufeng was mentioned, it sparked anger; he even expected others to treat him to coffee, showing no politeness whatsoever.
Jufeng dared not think too much, fearing that if he delayed any longer, he might not even see Shu's body.
Just as Jufeng was preparing to knock on doors one by one, a loud crash suddenly echoed from upstairs. Hearing this, Jufeng felt a surge of joy and quickly made his way to the third floor. He found a door slightly ajar and rushed inside without hesitation, but the scene that greeted him was disappointing.
Shu had already hanged himself, and it seemed he had been gone for some time.
In one corner of the room, near the window, Politeness gazed sorrowfully at Shu, her expression a mix of sadness and something else entirely.
Jufeng silently regretted his oversight; despite all his calculations, he had underestimated Shu's psychological resilience. He had crumbled under the pressure of the first wave of assassins.
Ultimately, he was still too young and lacked a deeper understanding of human nature.
On the other side, after expressing her emotions towards Shu, Politeness turned her gaze to Jufeng, and her mood shifted instantly. Jufeng felt the atmosphere around him grow tense and cold as he looked up at Politeness.
Jufeng was not someone who easily admitted defeat. Disturbed by Politeness's presence, he felt unusually irritable.
"Don't you want to fight? Fine, I’ll accompany you to the end. Come on, show me everything you've learned in Yanhuang City; let me teach you a thing or two as your senior brother."
During their time in Yanhuang City, Jufeng held the highest status among his peers, so everyone referred to him respectfully as Senior Brother.
"Alright, Senior Brother, please."
Politeness stepped forward without any unnecessary movements and appeared right in front of Jufeng in an instant. However, Jufeng remained calm under pressure; he stepped forward with his left foot and pushed both palms forward to meet Politeness's hands head-on. The moment their palms connected, it felt as if the entire room shook.
The four palms met and then separated immediately; Jufeng took two steps back while Politeness only retreated half a step.
Although Politeness had gained momentum in her advance and should have had the upper hand, the outcome was more significant than expected. This could only indicate one thing: Jufeng was indeed not Politeness's match.
At least not at this moment. Four out of seven could never equal three out of seven.
Yet despite the facts laid bare before him, nothing could dampen Jufeng's fighting spirit; otherwise, how could one explain those who knowingly ventured into danger?
Jufeng's footsteps changed rapidly as he lifted one leg and kicked towards Politeness's left shoulder.
Politeness slightly evaded with his left shoulder, leaning forward as if to charge into Jufeng's leg, which was still in motion. However, Jufeng's foot was not where it had been; it gracefully turned in the air and landed on Politeness's right shoulder.
This move was the same technique Jufeng had used against his older brother and others in the alley outside the press conference, and its power had multiplied. Just yesterday, a single kick could repel one opponent, but against Politeness, it seemed ineffective.
Knowing he couldn't dodge, Politeness didn't sit idly by. His left hand immediately swung a punch towards Jufeng's chest.
This was a strategic exchange; as a result, Jufeng's leg struck Politeness's right shoulder while Politeness's punch tore through Jufeng's clothing.
"Thud! Thud!"
Both Jufeng and Politeness took a step back, simultaneously coughing up blood.
It appeared to be a draw, but Jufeng's leg techniques were his most proficient form of attack. Now that he had failed to secure victory with an unexpected move, how could Politeness fall for it again?
"It is said your leg techniques surpass your peers; now it seems they truly are remarkable. However, I will no longer compete with you in agility. My internal strength surpasses yours, so you will lose!"
Politeness was shameless yet straightforward. For some reason, Jufeng found it strange that these two contradictory terms could be applied to the same person in the same moment.
In the next ten minutes, Jufeng and Politeness clashed several more times. The room had become a chaotic mess, and the aunt downstairs was incessantly cursing.
Jufeng leaned dejectedly against one corner of the room while Politeness rested nearby against a wooden chair, trying to catch his breath. The outcome seemed clear: although Politeness was injured, he could still move, while Jufeng was completely immobilized.
"You've lost. The freedom you sought cannot save you. Do you have any regrets now?"
Despite his disheveled state, Politeness attempted to maintain an air of elegance, pretending to be superior.
Upon hearing this, Jufeng chuckled softly, revealing his white teeth for a rare moment.
"I've always believed that there's truth in the saying: if you don't go crazy now, you'll grow old later. Since martial arts and football can't bring me the madness I desire, why should I waste my life on them?"
"I have always thought that life is incredibly precious!"
"So, I won't lose, and you won't win. Freedom won't save me, but during my madness, I've met many people. Those willing to befriend a madman would never want this world to lose one more."
"I hope that when we meet next time, your strength won't be limited to what it is now; otherwise, I'll find a way to defeat you."
Upon hearing this, Politeness furrowed his brow, and suddenly, a life-threatening sensation surged within him. Without time to think, Politeness leaped toward the window, just as a bullet whizzed past the spot where he had been standing, embedding itself into the pristine wall.
"Wow!"
The glass shattered, and Politeness vanished, while a beautiful figure appeared in the room.
"You really are stubborn. If you can't win, at least you can run away. Now I have to come and save you."
(To be continued)
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