I became the King of Ryukyu

When two people meet in a narrow space, it is the perfect stage for Tieshan Kao to unleash its power.

With a shake of his shoulders, he could knock down mountains; with a stomp of his feet, he could shake the entire land!

With a loud bang, Akihiko Otsuka felt himself being struck by a powerful blow; the immense impact shattered his ribs, and he was sent flying sideways.

[Your vassal defeated a foot soldier general, and you gained a large amount of experience.]

Taking advantage of the thugs' momentary daze, Zheng Yi swiftly cut into their position, using a baseball bat with a deft, flower-dance-like technique to deflect the two wooden swords, and lunged forward ten feet to deliver a powerful home run.

Otsuka Akihiko was hit in the ribs by a slam and in the shoulder blade by a home run. All the bones in his body felt like they were broken. He fell to the ground and screamed in agony.

With a single glance from Zheng Yi, Che Ye Xiaopang immediately understood and went to clear out the ragtag soldiers.

Your vassal defeated a Japanese pirate, and you gained a small amount of experience.

Your vassal defeated a Japanese pirate, and you gained a small amount of experience.

Your vassal defeated a Ryukyu rebel, and you gained a small amount of experience.

……

With their commander defeated, the situation in the izakaya was completely one-sided. Zheng Yi rode on top of Otsuka Akihiko and attacked wildly, but unfortunately, his strength was still insufficient.

Otsuka Akihiko begged for mercy repeatedly, screaming in agony.

"It's just a few broken bones, can't you even bear this little bit of pain?"

Zheng Yi dropped the baseball bat, grabbed his collar with one hand, and slapped him hard across the face with the other, the sound of the slaps echoing loudly. He cursed disdainfully, "You piece of trash, do you know what it feels like to have your skull crushed? Do you know what it feels like to be cut in half at the waist? Do you know what it feels like to be pierced through the heart by a thousand arrows?"

Zheng Yi kept beating the child until a message popped up: "[Your bravery moved Emperor Chongzhen, who checked the imperial treasury.]"

You have received 500 yen.

Damn it, Zhu Youjian, you penniless bastard, hurry up and confiscate your father-in-law's property!

500 yen is like giving money to a beggar!

Zheng Yi remembered that Zhao Ji had looked down on his flower arrangement before, and casually tossed him 5000 yen for fun.

They were both emperors of fallen kingdoms, yet their lives were worlds apart.

But having chosen Chongzhen himself, he could only complete the mission with tears in his eyes.

He slapped Otsuka Akihiko again, but Chongzhen's bestowal of honors never came again.

Furthermore, no notification appeared indicating the completion and reward settlement for the [Special Event].

Wasn't the beating harsh enough?

Zheng Yi looked at Otsuka Akihiko, whose head was swollen beyond recognition, and a bad feeling arose in his heart.

[Special Event - Enemy Army at the Gates: A large and well-equipped enemy army is besieging your temporary residence, and they seem to have ambitious plans.]

There are actually two hidden meanings in this passage.

First, it's an "enemy country," which means there's at least a prince-level figure on the other side, or at the very least a daimyo, chieftain, or chieftain.

Otsuka Akihiko was merely a foot soldier general, not even as capable as Nurhaci's early Dragon and Tiger Generals.

The title of "Shigaru Taisho" sounds impressive, but in reality, he was just the commander of the Shigaru troops.

The foot soldiers were, frankly speaking, cannon fodder.

Foot soldier generals are just cannon fodder.

In other words, there may be a mastermind behind Akihiko Otsuka.

Secondly, the description of the special event clearly states that "they seem to have some grand scheme in mind."

Isshin Izakaya is located on the outskirts of Shuri, where land prices are considered average for Japan.

The ten million yen rent offered by Akihiko Otsuka is not low, unless he is referring to renting the Isshin Izakaya and the four floors above it.

My family, like the Ko family, could barely be considered quasi-nobles in the past—we were a samurai during the Ryukyu Kingdom era, but after being annexed, our titles were stripped, and the Japanese government no longer recognizes our nobility.

Therefore, this ancestral home is not a simple detached house, but a villa.

The market value is at least 400 million yen, and the rent would be at least 20 million yen.

Could it be that this 10 million yen price difference is part of a scheme that seems to have much bigger implications?

Zheng Yi had some doubts about the other party's motives.

He picked up the contract scattered around Akihiko Otsuka, which indeed only stated that it was for renting Isshin Izakaya.

These are reasonable conditions. If it weren't for the "special event" notification, Zheng Yi would have definitely suggested that Yuki rent out Isshin Izakaya, since she's simply not cut out for it.

Since it's not for the sake of the Izakaya itself, then the other party must have some other motive.

Just as Zheng Yi was about to continue the interrogation, police sirens sounded on the street, and red and blue beams of light pierced through the glass, illuminating the paper lanterns in a dazzling display.

Zheng Yi then realized that he was no longer in the secret realm, but in the real world.

Okinawa Prefecture is not Gotham City; social order still exists there.

This is such a hassle!

He quickly got off Akihiko Otsuka, wiped the blood on his face, and then lay down straight to the side.

A small squad of police officers, carrying riot shields, two with batons and two with pitchforks, pushed open the curtain and ran in.

Tetsuya, the chubby boy, also received Zheng Yi's instructions and lay on the ground rolling around. He and Zheng Yi were the loudest shouters in the entire izakaya.

As Zheng Yi called out, he glanced at the situation out of the corner of his eye, and his heart sank.

The person is not good!

Because he had considered burning down the warehouse where the Okinawa Education Bureau printed geography and history exam papers, Zheng Yi had studied the procedures for handling general public security cases.

Why are there so many police officers involved in a regular public security case, and he doesn't recognize any of them?

Zheng Yi had to go to the police station in Shouri countless times to change the name on his ID card, and he had seen most of the police officers there.

Even if he wasn't good at remembering people, he could still recognize a few familiar faces, instead of all being unfamiliar ones like this.

Therefore, these people are most likely not police officers from the Shuri Koban, but rather officers from other Kobans who have come to fish across borders!

This isn't like cracking down on gambling, smuggling, or illegal prostitutes—there's no way a good person would come out of their district to handle such a thankless and exhausting security case.

Sure enough, the middle-aged police inspector who appeared to be the team leader didn't even glance at the corpses of the thugs, nor did he care about Jin Yetenglong, who was unaware of whether they were alive or dead. Instead, he stared sharply at Zheng Yi, the victim.

Zheng Yi noticed that the body camera on his left shoulder was flashing green, but it wasn't turned on at all.

Japan's civil service system is conservative and outdated; it wasn't until last year that the Okinawa Prefectural Police Headquarters began promoting the use of body cameras.

For police officers, this "high-tech" equipment is still in a state of optional use.

Even so, in the face of a public security incident that has resulted in injuries to more than a dozen people, normal police officers would choose to turn on their body cameras.

But the police inspector in front of me did not do that.

"Don't resist!"

Two blast-proof steel forks were extended, attempting to restrain Zheng Yi's waist.

The movements were limp and much slower than the baseball bats used by thugs.

Zheng Yi rolled to the side to avoid the attack, groaning and shouting, "Officer, we are victims! We were acting in self-defense!"

"Young man, please cooperate. Everyone's worked hard late at night, so please finish quickly and get some rest!"

The young police officer with the steel fork spoke gently; he also felt that the police inspector was acting strangely today.