Chapter 167: Do I Have the Qualification to Stop You?

"Are you ready to crawl through the crotch?"

As soon as those words came out, the gazes of everyone present focused squarely on Nakamura Shinichiro like searchlights.

The cameraman in charge of the live broadcast understood immediately, pushing the lens to its absolute limit to give Nakamura Shinichiro a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree, dead-angle-free close-up of his Face.

That originally rather handsome Face was now shifting between blue and white, putting on quite a colorful show.

In the livestream chat, gloating bullet comments exploded like New Year's fireworks.

[Does this Nakamura Shinichiro really think our Great Xia Country has no Forging Geniuses? He's gotten his Face slapped now, hasn't he?]

[Not only does he have to crawl through Great Master Ou Yezi's crotch, but he won't be able to engage in forging work in the future either. Hahaha!]

[Awesome! It is simply deeply satisfying to the people!]

[In one word! Great Master Ou Yezi is awesome!]

Facing the gazes cast by everyone, Nakamura Shinichiro only felt like needles were pricking his back, making his whole body uncomfortable.

Cold sweat on his forehead continuously dripped down like beads with a broken string.

He instinctively took two steps back, squeezing out a smile on his Face that was uglier than crying.

"Hehe… Hehe…"

He gave a dry laugh, trying to ease the atmosphere.

"Yesterday, I was merely joking with Your Excellency Ou Yezi, it shouldn't be taken seriously! It shouldn't be taken seriously!"

Seeing this, Zhou Huai gave a cold sneer.

"What? Could it be that Master Nakamura is planning to renege on his debt?"

He stepped forward, and that intangible sense of oppression caused Nakamura Shinichiro's breathing to stall.

"So the people of your Sakura Country are all so untrustworthy?"

"You!"

Nakamura Shinichiro was choked by these words until his Face turned livid, his chest heaving violently.

He took a few deep breaths, forcefully suppressing the fury in his heart, and his posture softened once more.

"Great Master Ou Yezi, I deeply admire your forging strength."

He bowed slightly toward Ou Yezi, with a hint of pleading on his Face.

"I think there was simply a misunderstanding between us, and I apologize to you for my rudeness yesterday."

"I am truly sorry!"

He paused, his tone becoming increasingly sincere.

"As for the kneeling and crawling through the crotch, why not… just waive it?"

"As long as you agree, I will be endlessly grateful and will send you a generous gift another day. We can also… make friends, since acquaintances are often made through fights!"

Zhou Huai raised an eyebrow, as if he had heard some monstrous joke.

"Master Nakamura, you really know how to talk."

"Yesterday you were still being aggressive, and now you're telling me it was a misunderstanding?"

His expression suddenly turned cold, his voice devoid of a shred of temperature.

"What kind of thing are you?"

"Are you even worthy of making friends with me?"

"Obediently kneel down for me!"

The Forging Masters on the side also expressed their attitudes at this moment, chiming in.

"That's right! Master Nakamura, we all heard the bet between you and Great Master Ou Yezi yesterday with our own ears!"

Master Chen was the first to step out, righteous and stern.

The newly accepted apprentice, Murong Chen, straightened his back even more, flaunting borrowed power.

"Exactly! Master Nakamura! A word spoken must be kept! This is the most basic moral character of us Forging Masters!"

Even Mo Xuanye, who had always maintained neutrality, stepped out at this moment and spoke in a deep voice.

"Master Nakamura, this old man can testify to this matter, and I hope you will keep your word!"

Seeing himself besieged by the crowd and falling into a helpless predicament,

Nakamura Shinichiro's expression turned completely cold.

He slowly straightened his waist, the humility and pleading on his Face vanishing without a trace, replaced by a nearly rogue-like indifference.

"What if I just want to renege?"

He looked around at the crowd, the corners of his mouth curling into a sneer.

"What can all of you do to me?"

Just as his voice fell,

two black figures flashed through the crowd like ghosts.

In an instant, they crossed a distance of dozens of meters, landing steadily in front of Nakamura Shinichiro, guarding him from left and right behind them.

Both of those two were dressed in suits and leather shoes with stern expressions, exuding a chilly aura that kept strangers at a distance.

They were precisely Nakamura Shinichiro's bodyguards.

Seeing this, Zhou Huai smiled.

"Master Nakamura, don't forget, this is Great Xia Country."

He pointed at the two bodyguards, his tone filled with disdain.

"You wouldn't think that relying on these two good-for-nothings can keep you safe, would you?"

Nakamura Shinichiro narrowed his eyes, his voice carrying undisguised threats.

"You can try making a move."

"If I meet with any accident on the territory of Great Xia Country, my teacher will not let you off."

"Sakura Country will let you off even less!"

Just as everyone was at daggers drawn,

"Hahahaha!"

a hearty laugh suddenly sounded from one end of the square, breaking the tension.

Everyone looked towards the source of the sound.

They saw a sturdy and robust middle-aged man covered in tattoos, surrounded by a group of subordinates, pushing through the crowd and walking in with big strides.

The man was around his early forties, with a square Face, thick eyebrows, and large eyes. As he walked, wind seemed to follow his steps, and his body naturally carried the majesty of someone who had been in a high position for a long time.

"Everyone, why make the atmosphere so tense?"

He quickly arrived at the center of the venue, his gaze falling directly on Ou Yezi, with an overly familiar smile plastered on his Face.

"This must be Great Master Ou Yezi, right? Truly a hero out of a youth!"

He paused, changing the subject.

"Master Nakamura is my friend, and I specially invited him to participate in this Forging Competition."

"Look here, why not grant me some Face, and let this matter rest at that."

"Make big matters small and small matters into nothing, how about it?"

Zhou Huai, controlling Ou Yezi, looked at him calmly.

After looking for a long time,

just as the smile on the middle-aged man's Face was about to fail, he finally spoke slowly.

"Who the hell are you?"

The smile on the middle-aged man's Face froze instantly.

The expressions of the subordinates behind him all changed one by one, and the gazes they directed at Zhou Huai were filled with malice.

Seeing this, Murong Chen on the side quickly leaned close to Zhou Huai's ear, lowering his voice to introduce him in a whisper.

"Master, his name is Xie Boyu, and he is the guild leader of Skyfire Guild, the largest guild in Skyfire City."

"Oh."

Zhou Huai nodded, indicating that he understood.

Then he looked at Xie Boyu again, his voice still calm.

"So it is Guild Leader Xie."

"Then I'm sorry, I won't buy your Face."

"Today, this Nakamura Shinichiro must kneel down for me and crawl through the crotch!"

The corners of Xie Boyu's eyes twitched imperceptibly.

His gaze turned cold the next second.

"Young man, don't think that just because you can forge legendary equipment, you're anything special."

"After all, you are merely a lifestyle Professional."

He gave a cold snort and didn't look at Zhou Huai another glance.

"I am taking Master Nakamura away right now."

"I'd like to see who dares to stop me!"

Finished speaking, he reached out to pull Nakamura Shinichiro, preparing to leave by force.

The surrounding onlookers were filled with righteous indignation, yet dared to be angry without speaking out.

After all, this was the guild leader of Skyfire Guild, a local tyrant whose word was law in Skyfire City.

However, right at this moment,

a loud voice, like rolling heavenly thunder, suddenly came from high in the air.

"Guild Leader Xie, what a huge tone!"

"I wonder if I have the qualification to stop you!"

Everyone abruptly looked up.

They saw a vigorous figure plummeting rapidly from a thousand meters in the air.

That figure carved a straight trajectory in the air, and finally, when it was still dozens of meters away from the ground, its speed suddenly slowed down.

As if supported by an invisible giant hand, it landed steadily in the center of the venue.

The newcomer was wearing a crisp military uniform, with shining general stars carried on his shoulders.

He looked to be in his early fifties, his temples already stained with a bit of wind and frost, but his back was straightened as straight as a javelin.

A pair of eyes, deep and sharp, seemed capable of piercing through human hearts.

He just stood quietly there, and an aura of iron-blooded sternness instantly enveloped the entire square.

Xie Boyu frowned.

A trace of apprehension appeared in his eyes as he looked at this middle-aged man.

"Lord City Lord."

"Why have you come?"