Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 405 Enemy Situation
Continental Hotel Republic of China branch.

After Wang Yi sent a Japanese alien back alive to tell the Japanese high-ranking officers that he would no longer participate in the upcoming Battle of Shanghai, the Japanese army gradually withdrew their alien forces from the army.

In exchange, Wang Yi also recalled the upright people who had been arranged to serve as envoys to the generals of the National Army in the Battle of Shanghai, and kept them in the mainland hotel.

Wang Yi had no choice but to do this. Otherwise, after the Battle of Shanghai, he and a few old guys might be the only ones who could move.

Seeing that Wang Yi did what he said, the Japanese army turned a blind eye to Liu Wei's establishment of a temporary field hospital in the western district of the International Settlement and his occasional crossing of the river to take away wounded Nationalist soldiers from the battlefield and bring them to the other side for treatment.

Anyway, in their view, the initiative of the Battle of Shanghai is currently in their hands, and no matter how many wounded soldiers they treat, it will not determine the outcome of the battle.

There was no need to bring Wang Yi, an individual hero, into trouble over such an incident and to bring them into conflict with the British and American forces in the western part of the International Settlement.

The managers of the Continental Hotel were also relieved. Although Wang Yi was nominally the second-in-command of the Continental Group and John Wick's agent in the Republic of China and held an American passport, he was powerful enough.

But after all, we are just yellow people. You want us to listen to you, play a supporting role, save people, and confront the Japanese army. As long as it does not delay our business, there is no problem.

But if we are asked to confront and shoot the Japanese army, that's out of the question.

The reason is simple. Until Japan attacked Pearl Harbor, Japan was the largest supplier to the United States. Continental Group accounts for almost one-third of the current export orders from the United States to Japan.

Therefore, even if Chiang Kai-shek wanted to open a second front in Songhu and seek international mediation from Britain and the United States, this idea was unrealistic from the beginning. At least the United States would not do that, as they were looking forward to a world war breaking out so that they could do business.

As for Wang Yi himself, he also understood that he was really lucky to go to the United States and use his advantage as a foresight to accidentally create such a large emerging consortium.

Especially, he himself did not expect to create a real god named John Wick who could walk on the earth. Even if he was asked to do it again, he would not be able to replicate the success.

There are pros and cons to this matter.

The advantage is that since John Wick is a semi-independent god, although he shares memories with him, the initiative is in his hands, because the source of his birth is to make the Continental Group stronger. Instinctively, John Wick will accept all requests made by Wang Yi as long as this request is in line with the expansion of the Continental Group.

Wang Yi can rely on these prophetic knowledge points that can be opened and closed for the god John Wick at any time, making Continental Group his own helper and providing a steady stream of overseas funds.

The disadvantage is that once the Continental Group really grows into a transnational capital monopoly consortium, it will become a sword stabbing Wang Yi, no, it should be stabbing New China.

After all, even if the prophetic knowledge points in Wang Yi's mind cannot be directly converted into actual benefits, they can provide a reference direction for the next few decades so as to avoid detours.

The phrase "raising a tiger to bring disaster upon oneself" is the most appropriate metaphor for the current relationship between Wang Yi and the god John Wick.

But at this moment, the two sides still maintain a delicate balance.

On the one hand, Wang Yi's prophetic knowledge is needed to strengthen the expansion in the United States, and on the other hand, Wang Yi needs the overseas financial support and protection of the Continental Group.

So now, the Continental Hotel in the concession is an absolutely neutral third party in the entire Songhu battlefield, and can provide funds and shelter to Wang Yi at any time.

It would be safest to place these righteous people and the few remaining famous Quanxing celebrities in mainland hotels.

Just because Wang Yi thinks so, it doesn’t mean that these famous Quanxing people who are under house arrest here think so.

"Wang Yi, is this what you mean by wanting to emulate Yao Guangxiao's past? I, an old man, have never killed a single Japanese since I came with you. Instead, I have been watching the Japanese kill us Chinese. When did you become so afraid of death?"

The first person to retort was Master Jin Guang, who had an old acquaintance with Wang Yi. Ever since Wang Yi helped him improve the Golden Escape Skill that he had studied for most of his life and passed on his skills to him, Master Jin Guang has disregarded life and death.

But he had followed Wang Yi all the way to the Songhu battlefield and was unable to die, which had already made him unhappy. He did not dare to move out at will, for fear that Wang Yi would beat him back to the mainland hotel. Now that the real boss had come to visit, he was bound to feel a bit sarcastic.

"Don't blame me, Master. It's not time for you to die yet. Don't be impatient. As for whether I am afraid of death, my friends on the right path know better than me."

"I don't deserve your praise, Boss Wang. The situation on the battlefield is so severe that we are no longer able to turn the tide. If it weren't for Boss Wang fighting on the front line, I think we would be under a lot more pressure."

"Master Shen, you are joking. You are different from Quan Xing. I can't just throw you into the battlefield to die. Otherwise, the masters behind you will come to me to settle accounts. I can't explain it clearly. Now the war is about to end. You can go or stay as you like. If you need my help, you can tell the managers here. They will provide convenience for you. I, Wang Yi, also owe you a favor."

After exchanging a few polite words with Shen San, the leader of the Three Demon Sects, informing him of his purpose and leaving the choice to those righteous people who wanted to take advantage of the Battle of Songhu to make a name for their own sect, Wang Yi walked straight to Wu Man, a famous monk from Quanxing.

This famous figure who had attained the state of emptiness of all five aggregates was able to keep his composure. When he saw Wang Yi approaching him, he spoke calmly.

"Boss Wang has already chosen a place for me to die?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the old patriarch of the Wang family, one of the four famous families who had been following him, also looked at Wang Yi.

"Yes, layman, the place of death has been chosen for you, and the time of death is approaching."

"What's the way to die?"

"If you're lucky, your head and body will be separated. If you're unlucky, your body will be torn apart."

"Really? That would be a good deed. After I die, will anyone know me? And worship me?"

"I know you won't. They should worship you, but later generations won't worship you entirely. You are just a by-product."

"That's good."

The two asked and answered each other, which made the old master Wang on the side unable to sit still.

"You want him to die for his country?!"

"Martyr for the country? Does he deserve it? I just let him go to a place of death and use his death to exchange for the lives of the people. The people who survive will not know what he did, and the people who worship him will just worship him as one of the many dead. Old man, I promised you that he would not get what he wanted. Which of the words I just said is inconsistent with that?"

Wang Yi's question surprised the old master. If Wang Yi said that no one would know his kindness during his lifetime, and after his death he would just be a member of the public sacrifice, how could he be martyred for his country? But...

"I do not believe!"

"Then you can continue to follow him, but I'll tell you something in advance. Don't get sucked in. If you can't get out and you follow him, don't blame me."

"I'm just an old guy. It won't matter if the Wang family loses me."

"Alright, as long as you know what's going on." Seeing that old Patriarch Wang insisted on watching Wu Man die with his own eyes, Wang Yi stopped trying to persuade him. He didn't come to the Mainland Hotel just to appease people.

Passing all the celebrities and righteous people, there was a wall in front of Wang Yi.

There are wooden signs hanging on the walls with people's names written on them.

They were Quan Xing's disciples who had died in the Battle of Songhu. Wang Yi had promised them that if they followed him to the Songhu battlefield and made a big fuss, and if they died on the battlefield, he would write down everything they had done in their lives and send them back to their hometown.

Their right and wrong, merits and demerits will all be judged by later generations.

At this moment, the Battle of Songhu is not over yet, and all the Quanxing disciples he brought with him have died in this war, leaving only the wooden tablets of Master Jin Guang, the mysterious layman Wu Man, and the divine armor horse Huang Yifa still hanging on the wall, glowing faintly.

Looking at the dim wooden sign on the wall, Wang Yi was silent for a while before he spoke to the wall.

"Everyone, I will definitely do what I promised you before. Let me see you off for the last time, and please lend me a helping hand."

After saying that, Wang raised his hand and waved, and the wooden signs hanging on the wall fell down and piled up on the ground.

Wang Yi also pulled over a piece of tablecloth and was about to pack up everything.

Seeing Wang Yi busy all the time, the old master Wang who was watching on the side also hummed.

"I didn't expect that a young man like you, with your amazing cultivation, has not learned the method of receiving things like the Three Immortals Returning to the Cave."

"The Three Immortals Returning to the Cave is not just a trick, it can also be considered a means of receiving things."

"Isn't turning the eight directions upside down also a trick? Well, since you are so kind, I will show you my trick too."

After being mocked by Patriarch Wang, Wang Yi said nothing and just watched Patriarch Wang's performance quietly.

I saw the old master Wang pull out a brush from his arms, and colorful Qi emerged from his body, turning into ink to embellish the tip of the brush.

He used the ground as paper and wrote freely, then gestured to the king.

Wang Yi also waved his hand casually, and all the wooden signs flew towards the place where the old master Wang was painting. Then he saw that these wooden signs became the objects in the old master Wang's painting as if they had been reduced in dimension.

"rise!"

As the old patriarch Wang shouted, the painting painted with the divine Qi rose from the ground and turned into a scroll that fell in front of Wang Yi again.

Wang Yi reached out to take it, and could feel the heavy weight of the scroll.

"How about this method?"

"As expected of one of the four famous families, old patriarch, I appreciate your teaching."

"The art of painting is topped by my Wang family and the Secret Painting Sect, which has been passed down for thousands of years. How can it be a minor art? As long as you inject true Qi into this painting every other day, it will not dissolve. When you want to take it out, just tear off one of the pieces. Wang Yi, I am not afraid to tell you that this method can be used on dead objects as well as living objects. Do you want to learn it?"

"I appreciate your kindness, but I can't chew too much. Master, Mr. Wu Man, don't be anxious. When I come back, I will take you to death. As for you, Mr. Wu, and your friends on the right path, please do as you please."

After putting away the scroll, Wang Yi left the Continental Hotel, turned into a stream of golden light, and rushed out of the Songhu battlefield.

In the dark night, the golden light transformed by Wang Yi was extremely conspicuous.

For the high-ranking officials and special personnel of the Japanese army, this had become a sign of Wang Yi's appearance. For a moment, they were on high alert. Until they found that Wang Yi was not running towards them, but speeding away, they quickly notified the military headquarters in the rear of the news.

Wang Yi did not conceal his whereabouts, so the Japanese military headquarters in the rear naturally noticed it.

But the few Japanese masters in charge would not cause trouble for themselves. After confirming that the enemy was leaving the Songhu battlefield, they handed the information over to the old devil Matsui Iwane to decide.

In the command post, after listening to the reports of these extraordinary masters, Matsui Iwane looked at the map of the Republic of China hanging behind him. He planned to act first and report later, and his next target after taking Songhu was to be decided after he pondered for a long time.

"Send a telegram to North China, Northeast China and our headquarters, and tell them to rush to the Songhu battlefield at all costs before the end of October! In addition, bring the aliens from the mainland and the Chinese aliens who have surrendered to us over with the division!"

"Commander? Are you going to break Wang Yi's agreement that aliens won't get involved in the Songhu battlefield?"

"Break the agreement? Gentlemen, the Songhu battlefield does not need the intervention of aliens at the moment, but what I told you before is not within the scope of the current agreement between Wang Yi and us, right?"

"It's easy to deal with the locals, but if the Chinese aliens who have surrendered to us suddenly disappear, it's impossible for other Chinese aliens not to notice it. Commander, aren't you afraid that the matter will be exposed?"

"Isn't that better? If we can use Nanjing as bait to catch all the Chinese aliens who don't accept the rule of the Empire of Japan, then all of you here will be meritorious officials. Besides, Nanjing City has nearly a million people, which is not enough for you to share. The cake must be made bigger so that everyone can enjoy it."

After these words were spoken, these Japanese masters who held high positions in Japan also smiled happily.

He stopped trying to dissuade others and started to do his work.

At this time, Wang Yi naturally didn't know that his mission, which was originally just to rescue nearly one million people in Jinling City, had been upgraded from nightmare to hell.

He used the Golden Escape Light to fly quickly over the battlefield of Songhu and finally arrived in central China at daybreak. He came to the small town where he had forced Master Jin Guang to find the famous Quanxing celebrity Liu Pozi who was living in seclusion.

Mrs. Liu did not move because of Wang Yi's visit. She still lived in the same small town, the same shabby house on the mountain, and the same few disciples of Quan Xing who helped Mrs. Liu look after the place.

When they saw Wang Yi appear, their attitude became even more direct.

He didn't run away, but turned around and rushed into Liu Po's room, shouting loudly.

"Grandma Liu, that damned Wang Yi is here again!"

Hearing this, Wang Yi couldn't help laughing. He casually raised his hand and tapped lightly, subduing these unlucky guys, then strode into the house.

"Grandma Liu, I'm bothering you again~"

(End of this chapter)