I became the King of Ryukyu

At this point, Zheng Yi took over its consciousness.

I checked the other fifteen white bars that had been electrocuted, and they were all still alive, and showed signs of slowly reviving.

Zheng Yi immediately used the game's soldier recruitment function to list all of the dozen or so white bars as Little White Dragon's personal guards.

Whitebait are not very strong fighters, but they are natural scouts in the water.

Zheng Yi controlled the little white dragon to find a crevice in the reef, where it crawled in and slowly digested the food in its stomach.

Five more white-striped fish were sent to patrol the area as a warning. Ten more white-striped fish were sent further upstream along the Anli River.

Although Akihiko Otsuka treated Zheng Yi like his own father, his filial piety was not enough for him to overcome his fear and risk his life to betray detailed information about the transnational criminal organization.

At present, Zheng Yi only knows that their Ryukyu branch's headquarters is located upstream of the Anli River, and the leader is a mysterious figure codenamed "Luoji Ghost".

Obtaining sufficient intelligence and improving our strength are the most urgent tasks at present.

After setting up the white strips as eyeliner, Zheng Yi planned to do some strength training at a gym near the school.

Although the cost-effectiveness of building muscle through the gym by adding points in the game seems to be not so high, it is still worth a try.

While jogging along the beach early in the morning, I came across Liu Bilie's long-distance running challenge. Going to the gym might also be helpful.

Following the map navigation, Zheng Yi arrived at a nearby chain gym with decent ratings.

[エニタイムフィットネス]

The poster in front of the store was a wake-up call, and Zheng Yi felt dominated by the hell of katakana.

What a moron! Using this scribbled mess as a signboard again.

At least during the Meiji era, they still knew to search for and revive concise and vivid Chinese words and phrases such as science, democracy, philosophy, economics, industry, society, and health from Chinese classics.

What on earth are these damn translators doing these days?!

They should all be executed by cannon fire or dog-killing!

Skipping over the daunting katakana, Zheng Yi looked down.

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You enter the Leopard Chamber of Emperor Wuzong of Ming, Zhu Houzhao, where a group of Kunlun slaves (black slaves) and Fulin slaves (white slaves) are watching you.

"Welcome... Eh? It's you, Senior Zheng Yi, we meet again!"

When the two voices rang out at the same time, for a moment, Zheng Yi thought he had returned to the convenience store.

"Why are you working here?" Zheng Yi asked Lu Yao, who was wearing light makeup at the front desk.

"To avoid time limits!" Lu Yao didn't hide anything, counting her part-time jobs on her fingers, starting from delivering milk in the morning.

Goodness, Zheng Yi did a quick mental calculation and found that this girl works nearly twelve hours a day, far exceeding the legal limit of eight hours a day and 40 hours a week.

After hesitating for a moment, Zheng Yi did not ask her about her studies.

With this level of part-time work, not to mention how to accumulate the club credits required for the Japanese high school entrance exams, how much time would there be to review and improve one's professional courses?

Zheng Yi wouldn't be so quick to offer help to someone he'd just met, but he still generously signed a six-month binding contract.

The monthly membership fee is 7370 yen, and the total annual fee is 44220 yen.

After a 30% discount, it costs 30954 yen.

In addition, there is a security access key cost of 5500 yen.

Lu Yao somehow made an application, and Zheng Yi ultimately paid 35,000 yen, rounded down to the nearest hundredth.

As soon as I finished registering, a burly white man came up to me and handed me his business card.

In Japanese society, business cards are an important social tool.

This white man had clearly adapted to local customs; his business card was printed very nicely.

Zheng Yi took a look and found that he was indeed a fitness coach, charging 10,000 yen per hour.

It seems that the reputation of white foreign teachers is not only effective in China, but also in Japan.

"No, you're not muscular. You have a large frame. Take my class, and you'll definitely become a strong Asian hunk!"

"No need, thank you!"

Zheng Yi refused him. He could smell the scent of his animal husbandry and veterinary medicine lab class on this white man.

Unless his basket is as big as a tennis ball, Zheng Yi would never believe that he is naturally fit.

"Another ignorant yellow-skinned monkey!" The white coach muttered in heavily accented West Slavic language as he walked away.

Since he couldn't understand it, Zheng Yi ignored him.

He mainly came here to trigger missions. He wandered around the gym for a long time, only to find that this was the Leopard Chamber of Emperor Wuzong of Ming, Zhu Houzhao, but no corresponding missions appeared, which made Zheng Yi very frustrated.

Speaking of which, although it is a well-known chain gym in Japan, Zheng Yi actually saw more black and white people than Asian faces here.

Moreover, these guys were generally very fierce and tyrannical. Zheng Yi just wanted to see what the technical points of bench press and squat were, but they glared at him with unfriendly eyes as if he were looking at their grandson.

"Asian, this is not a place for you. Go back to doing your math problems!" A bald black man shouted, clapping his hands, which were only slightly fleshy in the palms.

"Are these foreigners crazy?" Zheng Yi asked in Mandarin.

He had encountered many international students in his elective courses at the University of the Ryukyus. While they weren't exactly friendly, they certainly wouldn't provoke him like this without any reason.

"Senior Zheng Yi, please be careful!" Lu Yao tugged at his sleeve and came to his side, saying, "These people are all American troops stationed at Kadena, Futenma, and Foster Camps. Our training center not only offers special discounts for military personnel, but also has a mixed martial arts arena on the second floor, so many American soldiers come here to train."

US troops stationed in Japan?

No wonder he was treated like a grandson.

These beasts did absolutely nothing human in Okinawa. They illegally dumped sewage, raped female students, and beat up drivers. Zheng Yiyuan often heard about their bad reputation on Kume Island.

What's even more infuriating is that neither the Okinawa Prefectural Government nor the Tokyo Metropolitan Government dared to utter a single word about these atrocities.

In fact, ordinary cases such as drunk driving, fighting, and petty theft, even if they result in disability, are mostly tried internally by military courts at US military bases, and Japanese judicial authorities cannot intervene.

In serious crimes such as murder and sexual assault of minors, it is said that US soldiers are tried under Japanese law, but in reality, they are not handed over unless they are prosecuted. Suspects can move freely at the base, or even return to Japan directly after their term of service, and the cases are left unresolved.

Unless public resentment boils over and the people of Ryukyu take to the streets to protest, they will reluctantly find one or two unfortunate individuals to quell public anger.

Zheng Yi was thin and showed no signs of training.

Seeing Zheng Yi and Lu Yao whispering to each other, the black man's inner "Ni Ge" (a term for a man who is secretly promiscuous) was further aroused. He whistled in a vulgar tone, "Hey, little girl, your Asian boyfriend can't satisfy you. Once you go black, you'll never go back!"