Dimensional Suppression

"Who's there?"

After taking down the two ninjas in the blink of an eye, Li Chen brazenly opened the door.

Hideo Morita and a potbellied Japanese man, who had been drinking inside with female company, looked over.

Each held a drink in one hand and had the other arm around a Japanese woman in a kimono. Two more women in kimonos knelt beside them, attending to them.

This seemed to be how the aristocracy was meant to live.

Li Chen was wearing Superman glasses, so Hideo Morita didn't recognize him at all. He merely barked, "Who are you? Who let you in?"

Seeing Li Chen's complexion, he instinctively took him for a Japanese man and berated him.

As everyone knew, in East Asian cultures, people like Koreans and Japanese placed enormous importance on hierarchy and seniority.

Anyone born even a minute before you was your "senior."

This seniority culture made life miserable for many people.

It wasn't hard to imagine how arrogant these people could be toward their subordinates. No wonder the Japanese loved overthrowing their superiors.

Without a word, Li Chen hurled a beer bottle at him.

Hideo Morita reacted quickly, instinctively ducking behind the woman in the kimono, even though his hand was still inside...

The woman screamed in terror, but the beer bottle didn't hit her. It turned in midair and struck Hideo Morita squarely on the head.

This was [Divine Protection of First Strike], a conceptual ability that ensured the first attack would hit its target.

"Ah!"

Hideo Morita cried out as blood streamed down his forehead and onto the woman's fair skin.

Using his super brain, Li Chen had already recognized him as someone from Sony.

Li Chen was furious that Sony, a major multinational corporation, would resort to such underhanded methods.

He hadn't even gotten used to the capitalist way of dealing with enemies, and someone was already using it against him?

"Beep, beep!"

The other potbellied Japanese man immediately pressed a button beneath the table.

Red lights flashed throughout the underground establishment.

A commotion immediately broke out outside as the Hand's ninjas began clearing the place.

No one had dared cause trouble here in a long time. What nerve!

Li Chen didn't care. He had come to make trouble for the Hand in the first place; he just hadn't expected the mastermind to be here.

He sent the potbellied Japanese man flying with a kick, then roughly shoved the woman in the kimono aside, seized Hideo Morita by the throat, and lifted him off the ground.

"Mr. Li would very much like to know why you did this."

Li Chen asked.

He was wearing Superman glasses, and with this conceptual piece of equipment, no one could recognize him.

Sure enough, Hideo Morita didn't recognize him. Instead, he came to a sudden realization. "So that Chinese man sent you."

Then he said arrogantly, "There's no other reason. It's just a normal business dispute."

"Business disputes can be handled through business means."

Li Chen said.

If everyone acted like Hideo Morita, wouldn't everything descend into chaos?

Hideo Morita remained arrogant. "That's right, but he's from China."

"People from China aren't entitled to the protection of the rules. In our eyes, they're nothing but the lowest of the low."

"I see."

Li Chen understood. It came down to one word: discrimination.

"Let me go now, or you're finished."

Hideo Morita threatened him. No wonder he wasn't afraid; he had something to rely on.

Li Chen laughed. "Mr. Li paid for your life. You can go in peace."

Only then did Hideo Morita become frightened by Li Chen's words.

"No, you can't do this! How much did he pay you? I'll give you twice as much!"

"No, no, no, ten times as much."

Hideo Morita's eyes widened, and faced with the threat of death, he instantly wet himself.

He saw Li Chen's expressionless face. That unfamiliar face could not remain still at this moment, as if looking at a dead man.

"You're Japanese. Your crimes are unforgivable."

Li Chen said calmly.

It was time to settle old and new grudges together.

"Crack!"

He snapped Hideo Morita's neck, and his entire body instantly went limp.

Killing him was no different from killing an ant.

Still, this was Li Chen's first time killing someone. But he was mentally strong and felt no discomfort.

He turned to look at the potbellied Japanese man.

The man was backed into a corner, surrounded by several women in kimonos.

"Sir, your job is done. The Hand has no quarrel with you. I can let you leave."

Li Chen smiled. "Guess whether I believe that bullshit."

His super hearing had picked up the man's secret resentment. This was nothing but a stalling tactic.

Once the Hand's ninjas arrived, he would show his true colors.

Sure enough, the man's expression changed, and he waved a hand.

The women in kimonos, who had been "trembling" moments ago, immediately pulled weapons from their robes and attacked Li Chen.

They were well trained and attacked from several directions, trying to cut off Li Chen's escape routes.

Even the women serving drinks were assassins.

That was the Hand.

Li Chen showed no mercy either. He had to be a little more ruthless with Japanese women.

These ordinary people couldn't even see him move. The women in kimonos flew backward, smashing person-shaped "holes" in the walls before flying off to who knew where.

"Aren't you afraid of becoming the Hand's enemy? None of the Hand's enemies have ever survived!"

The potbellied Japanese man blustered, trying to hide his fear.

Li Chen smiled and adjusted his glasses, still unaccustomed to them. "I came here to wipe out the Hand."

By then, everyone in the casino had been cleared out, leaving only the Hand's ninjas.

The power to the entire casino suddenly went out as well, plunging it into darkness.

The Hand's ninjas intended to use this to hinder Li Chen.

But what they hadn't expected was that it would only lead to a massacre.

"Sizzle!"

Li Chen put his glasses away and used Heat Vision against an enemy for the first time.

An unlucky ninja was caught by his Heat Vision and reduced to a pool of bloody liquid in an instant.

Then Li Chen breathed out a blast of cold air, and every ninja coming toward him turned into ice.

He gave them a light tap, and they shattered into pieces—the kind that would probably take more than half an hour to put back together.

Li Chen suddenly felt that these ninjas were very weak.

It reminded him of what the Trisolaran Civilization did to the people of Earth. It could be summed up in two words: dimensional suppression.

They simply weren't opponents on the same dimensional level. Killing the Hand's ninjas was no different from crushing ants.

Having lost interest, Li Chen prepared to leave.

He had just reached the main hall when a purple blade flashed toward him from the side.

"Now this is getting interesting."

Li Chen turned and reached out to catch the blade.

The attacker was taken aback and tried to pull the blade free, only to find she wasn't strong enough. She simply canceled the manifestation, and the blade vanished into thin air.

"You're Psylocke?"