Life Wasn't Easy in Yan Country

"Melbourne, are there places like martial arts schools in this wq city? I heard there are martial arts schools all over Yan Country?"

Carrying his suitcase, Pad followed Old Mo toward the hotel they'd booked and asked as they walked.

At his question, Old Mo's expression shifted slightly before he quickly asked:

"Pad, why are you asking about martial arts schools?"

"Of course I want to go sightseeing! If you come to Yan Country and don't see Yan Country Kung Fu, what's the point of coming?" Pad didn't come right out and say he wanted to challenge a school. Old Mo accepted his explanation for the moment, but still shook his head.

"Even the martial arts schools in wq city aren't open to foreigners. Those places are too dangerous. Even if you're wearing a Protective Suit, you could still get hurt if you're not careful!"

"Is it really that bad?" Pad frowned, unconvinced. He could tear through a Protective Suit with a little effort, though only if he deliberately focused his strikes. Or was it—

Was Yan Country really, as the BBC claimed, full of crazies who attacked ordinary people?

Seeing Pad's expression, Old Mo, a foreigner who'd lived in wq city for a while, immediately understood what he was thinking. He shook his head.

"Don't believe those [Colombian expletive] media outlets back home. Yan Country might be a little dangerous for people like us, but its public safety is beyond reproach. I've been in this country for half a year and haven't heard a single gunshot. Though, of course, bullets are only a threat to weaklings like me here."

Listening to Melbourne poke fun at himself, Pad found it hard to believe. Old Mo might be exaggerating, but Pad hadn't found the place particularly dangerous.

He hadn't even seen