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Kanon has been sitting in the small dojo, deep in thought for ten minutes now.

"I think I've forgotten something... What is it... What is it..."

After a while, Hanon tapped her hands: "Oh, the assassin from after the Christmas bowl incident is probably still locked up in the SH frozen warehouse, right?"

Author's Note: This chapter is a summary of this phase, and it's kind of like an extra chapter... I've been procrastinating a lot lately, plus working online is still working, and company stuff keeps piling up, so I can only struggle to write this.

We also deeply mourn the passing of Dr. Li Wenliang and wish everyone good health once again.

Chapter 374, Section 380: Could I be Ip Man's...?

The doors to the SH cold storage warehouse are slowly opening.

Although the manager was not there, Komada and Kalayev, the two vice presidents who also worked part-time, were still working diligently. They had already shipped out all the frozen meat in stock before the New Year. So the air conditioning in the warehouse was off, and the temperature... well, it was still quite low, but at least it wasn't the kind of temperature that would freeze you into an icicle below zero.

So happiness often comes from comparison... no, it should be said that it comes from whether the person is optimistic enough. For example, to think positively, at least the temperature in this warehouse is not enough to kill a person, while to think negatively, the air conditioning is on outside the warehouse, making it warm and spring-like. In comparison, the environment inside the warehouse is simply hell!

The short assassin was clearly not broad-minded; his mind was as narrow as his stature. After the door rolled up, with immense grief and indignation, he shouted at the three men standing outside the warehouse with the spirit of denouncing heaven, earth, fate, and the gods—"Come on, let's get our food!"

Wow, so this assassin is from Henan...

Actually, that's not necessarily true. After being frozen and starving for almost three days, this assassin's tongue was no longer very useful, and his limbs were also cold and numb. He could only curl up in the corner, looking weak, helpless, and pitiful. When the door was opened, Kanon, Kalayev, and Komada Shigeru didn't even have the slightest thought of being on guard—if he could still fight back under these circumstances, Kanon would truly respect him as a man of courage.

In fact, the three of them, Hanon and his companions, showed no wariness but rather embarrassment, even somewhat unable to look the assassin in the eye. On Christmas afternoon, after throwing the assassin into the warehouse, everyone went home, and no one thought about the "interrogation." Kalayev and Komada Shigeru, those two rough men, hadn't even prepared any food for him.

Water? There's no shortage of water; there are water pipes in this warehouse... but no sewers.

That morning, when Kanon was deep in thought at home, she remembered that the assassin was still locked in the warehouse. So she rushed to the SH freezing site, only to find that no one was there and the warehouse was locked. She then called Miho to get the contact information of Kalayev and Komada Shigeru and called the two of them over. By the time they arrived, it was already dark.

This guy is really in a bad situation. He's a professional, but he's almost been killed by a few careless non-professionals.

"I'm sorry... Ugh!" Hanon was soft-hearted and couldn't help but feel embarrassed, so she wanted to apologize, but Komada covered her mouth.

This blunder is so embarrassing! The best way to avoid making things any more awkward is not to apologize! After Komada stopped Kanon, Kalayev immediately started complaining, "Hey, you bastard, you peed everywhere! Look what you've done to our food warehouse!"

"Huff, huff..." The short assassin had been frozen and starving for three days, and was on the verge of death. The fact that he could shout a sentence after the warehouse door opened was a result of stress and a final burst of energy. At this point, he couldn't even hear Kalayev's words clearly, let alone respond. But when he vaguely heard Kalayev say that this was a "food warehouse," his anger surged up, and with his strength completely exhausted, it turned into a "ga—" and he collapsed.

That's blatant lying! If there were even a single grain of rice in this warehouse, he wouldn't be starving like this...

After Huayin and the others hurriedly carried the assassin out, revived him by pinching his philtrum, fed him rice porridge, put him in a hot air conditioner, and wrapped him in a warm blanket, this assassin, who was quite famous in the underworld, cried.

"I...I'll turn myself in after this meal, and I'll never be involved in the underworld again...Waaah...What sins have I committed? Killing someone is just a matter of death..." Two streams of hot tears flowed down Dongmu's face as the assassin spoke incoherently.

Hana patted him on the back: "Hey, please don't eat too fast, you might choke."

"Mmm... Waaah..." The assassin nodded, choking back tears. Ye Huayin, what a good person...

Kanon then pointed to the warehouse: "Um, Mr. Assassin, I'm not targeting you personally, but it's really troubling that someone hired you to assassinate me. If you don't tell me properly, and I can't bear to torture someone, then I'll have to ask you to go back and stay in jail for a few more days."

Upon hearing this, the assassin's hand, holding the bowl of porridge, froze in mid-air, then began to tremble violently, clearly indicating his inner turmoil. Kalayev and Komada Shigeru, standing beside him, also shuddered, exchanging a glance as if to say, "Did you see the devil's tail behind Sister Kanon?"

"No, no." The assassin was quite lazy and immediately gave in: "A wise man doesn't fight a losing battle. I'll tell you what to do." He was really determined to turn himself in, so why offend such a ruthless person before leaving... No, Ye Huayin was even more ruthless than that person; she was probably a werewolf.

Asking Komada Shigeru for a cigarette, the "seasoned" assassin began to recount the information he knew...

In this new world of Chinese martial arts, due to its long history, many evaluation systems coexist. Just like in Japan's underworld, there are the Kengan Association, Rengoku, Bishamon, and Tokugawa, which hold irregular tournaments. China's underworld is similar, with the most mainstream system being a ranking system of Yang Wang (King of the Sea) - Hai Wang (King of the Sea) - Hai Huang (Emperor of the Sea).

The title of "Sea Emperor" is considered the highest title for martial artists, said to be given to only one person every hundred years. The title of "Sea King" is even more prestigious, with only one or two new titles awarded every few years or even decades. Even the next highest title, "Ocean King," is held by one in ten thousand top experts, requiring immense effort to climb to the top; often, even the combined resources of an entire sect or family cannot cultivate such a talent.

Hana's father, who died in a car accident, was just an ordinary person who didn't know martial arts, but he belonged to a small southern sect in this system. According to seniority, he was qualified to participate in the election for the Foreign King or even the Sea King. Although he unfortunately died, Hana, as his daughter...

“Southern style, martial arts master, surnamed Ye…” Hua Yin clicked her tongue: “Could it be that I am Ip Man of Wing Chun…”

"No, you're not." The assassin interrupted Huayin's guess directly: "It's said to be a small sect. Wing Chun is so famous, it doesn't fit at all! In modern society, martial arts are declining. Your sect hasn't practiced martial arts for generations. They're all doctors, civil servants, white-collar workers, or artists. They're not really part of the martial arts world anymore. Few people even remember the sect's name. Look, I don't know it."

"Then why did you come to me again?"

"Ahem, you know, the tree may wish to remain still, but the wind will not cease. Your Ye family may have left the martial world, but those old fogies there aren't that quick to react..."

It turns out that Kanon's family was still on the list of those eligible to be selected as the King of the Sea and the King of the Ocean. Normally, things would have been peaceful, but Kanon suddenly rose to prominence and became the top martial artist in the Kengan Association. Some people in the country were worried that she would go back and steal the titles of King of the Sea, King of the Ocean, or even the Sea Emperor. That's why they hired an assassin to try to cripple Kanon by sneak attack.

"Hehehe, now I basically understand why I've been attacked lately..." Hana stroked her delicate chin: "These people are so boring, but also really annoying. Since they're in such a hurry, I'm going to go back and ruin their plans!"

Beckoning to the assassin, Hanon asked one last question: "Um, who exactly is your employer?"

Author: Haiwangdao, a serialized author?

Section 381, Chapter 375: The Homeland Enveloped in Mist

"Ding-dong, passengers, our international flight has landed at Guangzhou Baiyun Airport. The ground temperature is 20 degrees Celsius. The aircraft is taxiing. For your safety and the safety of others, please do not stand up or open the overhead bins. Please collect your luggage and disembark in an orderly manner after the aircraft has come to a complete stop..."

With a joyful heart, Hanon took the lead and ran out of the plane. After a whole year in the new world, she finally returned to her familiar homeland.

Past and present, the China of my memories is not much different: a land with a long history, outstanding people and beautiful scenery, and a thriving modern society.

"Wow, young people are so energetic." Because they didn't hire a private plane but took a regular passenger plane, most of the passengers were Japanese tourists visiting Guangzhou or Chinese people returning home after traveling in Japan. Most of them were older men and women, so Hanon, who was obviously a high school student, stood out from the crowd.

A Japanese woman patted the shoulder of the man accompanying Kanon: "Sir, is that your granddaughter? What a beautiful and lively girl! How old is she? Is she in school or working? I have a nephew who's quite nice, would you like me to introduce them?"

Actually, women all over the world, at least in the East Asian cultural sphere, are pretty much the same; they love to gossip about family matters and introduce potential partners...

“I’m sorry, that’s not my granddaughter, but… the granddaughter of an old friend. I’m taking care of her. She’s only seventeen and still in high school.” The elderly woman politely declined the woman’s invitation and quickly walked out of the cabin. “Miss Hana, please wait for me.”

Yes, that's Ito's old butler.

Hanon took a few deep breaths of the air from her homeland, then spread her arms and spun around a few times. When the old butler Ito called her, she stopped, turned around, and smiled: "Okay, I'm just going home, I'm so excited!"

Stepping outside feels like stepping into another world; even amidst prosperity, nothing feels like home. Having lived two lives, Huayin truly feels the emotions of a wanderer returning home.

"Thank you, Grandpa Ito."

"Oh, you're too kind, Miss. Just call me Ito."

It's only been two days since the poor, short assassin was questioned; it's December 29th, not even New Year's Day yet. The reason Hanon was so easily granted permission to return to China is truly thanks to Butler Ito's persuasive words to her uncle, Kirito.

The old butler's reasoning was quite reasonable: "Miss Hanon has always lived in China, and it's understandable that she'd miss home as the New Year approaches. It's only natural that she wants to go back for New Year's Eve. This trip isn't about fighting; it's just about celebrating the holiday. Besides, she survived the elimination rounds, and with her skills, no one can bully her. I'm willing to go back with her and take care of her daily needs. I'm sure everything will be alright."

The old butler had served three generations of the Yingfeng family. He could even refer to Yingfeng Qieji's deceased father as an "old friend," and Qieji had to listen to him to some extent.

"Unfortunately, I was the one who lied..." Hana sighed softly. She did tell her uncle and the old housekeeper that she wanted to go back to China for the New Year, but in reality, she just wanted to "fight and brawl".

Li Yangwang—that's the name the assassin left before turning himself in to the police. As the person in charge, he didn't have comprehensive information, and it was already quite difficult for him to obtain this information from the middleman. As for why "Li Yangwang" was causing trouble for Huayin, and how Huayin's return to the country would affect him, these questions remain unanswered.

"I'm completely confused." Hanon said helplessly, lost in thought as she walked with Butler Ito towards the door, preparing to take a car home. Her parents, who died in a car accident in this life, originally owned a villa in the suburbs of Guangzhou, which was now vacant. Although it was a place of sadness, it was still her own house. Moreover, the reason for her return this time was to tidy up her old home. To be honest, Hanon had lived at Yingfeng's house for a year and had never mentioned tidying up her old things, which had already aroused suspicion. This time, she made up a reason on the spot, which dispelled everyone's doubts. They thought that Hanon was just too sad before and did not want to be reminded of her past.

However, as soon as Kanon and Ito stepped out of the airport, they saw someone holding a sign to pick them up, with the words "Miss Kanon" neatly written on it, which startled them.

"Hey, Ito, did you arrange for someone to pick us up?"

“No.” The old butler pushed up his glasses. “When you left, you said to keep things simple, so I didn’t arrange for airport pickup. I was planning to take a taxi directly to your residence.”

"That's strange, who will come to pick me up..." Hanon scratched her head. Let's see how things go first. She walked up to the person who was supposed to pick her up, and before she could even speak, the other person had already made a move.

The person who picked her up pulled out a photo—clearly a candid shot of Hanon shopping—compared it with Hanon's, nodded, and bowed, saying, "You must be Miss Ye Hanon."

"Hey, what's with that candid photo?" Hanon was mortified. Using a street photo to identify someone in person was incredibly rude!

The person who picked her up had a big smile on his face, but did not answer Hana's question. He only said, "I am a staff member of the Martial Arts Province. I am here on orders from above to take you to your residence."

"Residence? Martial Arts Province?" Hanon became increasingly puzzled.

"Ah, yes, it's the Martial Arts Province, the association that oversees four thousand years of Chinese martial arts culture. After learning that Miss Hanon was coming to visit, they have prepared temporary accommodations for you and your companions. Now that we've met, let's not wait any longer and set off early. There will be a welcome banquet later."

"But how did the Martial Arts Ministry find out about my arrival?" Kanon was getting more and more confused...

Well, when in doubt, just go for it! Hanon hardened her heart, relying on her skill and courage, and decided to go to the meeting alone!

"Since this person is here to pick me up, I'll go. Grandpa Ito, why don't you go back to your villa in the suburbs and wait for me?"

Ito shook his head: "How can that be! Since Miss is going, I should naturally follow as well, so that I can at least offer some assistance."

"Uh, actually, having you around might make things more troublesome..." Because the reason for returning to the country was fabricated, and she had gone to the Martial Arts Province with this mysterious person who picked her up, they might have started fighting right away. Hana didn't know how to explain this to the old butler. In addition, the person who picked her up kept urging her, making Hana quite embarrassed.

Perhaps sensing Hanon's agitation, Butler Ito suddenly conceded, "Alright then, you can go with this lady first... I won't cause you any trouble."

"Huh?" Hanon was stunned. Wasn't Butler Ito too easy to talk to and too understanding? But for now, it saved her the trouble of explaining, so it was quite pleasant. After giving a brief explanation, Hanon got into the car with the person who picked her up.

Author's Note: My procrastination is getting a bit too advanced... Well, some of the events in this China arc are products of brainstorming based on *Baki*, including character designs, background settings, etc. After all, *Baki* already had many parts that contradicted its original setting or were unclear. Some current questions, such as the attack on Kanon by a poorly hired assassin mentioned by readers in the last chapter, will gradually be explained.

Section 382, ​​Chapter 376: Which Li Yangwang?

Baiyun Airport is quite far from downtown Guangzhou. The car drove for about an hour without entering the city center before turning off the main road and into a mountainous area. However, the mountainous area was not remote; it seemed to be a well-developed tourist area. The car quickly climbed the mountain and reached the summit, where there was a temple.

"Um, the accommodation you've prepared for me is... a Buddhist temple? A nunnery?"

"Haha, Miss Ye, you're joking. The temple here has been developed into a tourist area, and there are many hotels and guesthouses around. You've been arranged to stay in the most luxurious room, which is a four-star hotel."

The person who picked her up always had a smile on his face, but it was a forced smile. Huayin always felt that behind his smile was alienation and hostility. He not only treated her as an outsider, but also as an enemy.

The person who picked her up continued, "The hotel owner has a very good relationship with the leaders of the Martial Arts Province, so Miss Ye's accommodation fees for the next few days will be waived. Our Martial Arts Province attaches great importance to receiving such an important foreign guest as Miss Ye..."

"I'm Chinese, and I'm not short of money..." Hana thought to herself, without saying a word. She didn't want to talk to this person anymore.

When the car finally arrived at its destination and stopped, Huayin asked one last question before opening the door to get out: "What kind of person is Li Yangwang?"

The person picking him up was taken aback: "Which Li Yangwang?"

Hanon was also stunned, but she didn't stop. She pushed open the car door and got out, and then she was shocked by the scene in front of her.

Standing at the temple gate was a portly old man wearing glasses, followed by a line of a dozen or so men of varying heights and builds, all exuding an aura of formidable martial arts masters. Further back was an even more extravagant sight: a square formation of two or three hundred bald monks. Upon seeing Hua Yin alight from the carriage, they shouted in unison, "Welcome! Welcome! A warm welcome!"

Uh, this strange sense of déjà vu... Hana-on broke out in a cold sweat. She glanced around and, sure enough, there was a banner behind the crowd, with red background and white lettering that read, "Warmly welcome Ms. Ye Hana-on's visit." They really were treating her like a foreign guest. How awkward...

The fat old man came forward and shook Hana's hand: "Hello, Miss Ye. I have long admired your name in the Japanese martial arts world. My surname is Yang. As the person in charge of the Martial Arts Department in the south, I welcome you to come and give me your guidance. Haha, hahaha."

This insincere flattery made Hua Yin feel increasingly uneasy. This old man Yang, like the person who picked her up, had a smile that hid a knife. The dozen or so martial artists behind him were much more straightforward. Many of them glared at Hua Yin angrily, their eyes filled with hatred as if they wanted to devour her. Their hostility was very obvious.