My Amazing WeChat is Connected to the Three Realms - Chapter 54

“Who called the police?” A senior officer with two silver bars and three stars on his shoulder stepped forward, scanning the crowd.

“#￥%…” The Japanese man who had earlier taken orders from Iguuchi stepped up, speaking in rapid-fire Japanese.

SMACK!

Lin Hai slapped him across the face without hesitation.

“Didn’t I just tell you not to spew that garbage on Chinese soil? Your bird language is an assault on my ears!”

The Japanese man—who clearly understood Mandarin—immediately shut his mouth.

The onlookers buzzed with excitement.

“Who is this guy? Badass! Dares to hit someone right in front of the cops!”

“Look how chummy he is with those soldiers—probably military too. Since when does the military give a damn about police?”

The officer froze. He hadn’t expected Lin Hai to strike right in front of him.

“What exactly happened here?” He decided to get the facts first.

“Officer, let me explain!” Several nosy aunties pushed forward from the crowd.

What followed was a masterclass in creative storytelling. They spun a tale of Japanese arrogance, bullying, and outright villainy—embellished with enough imaginary details to make Iguuchi sound like a war criminal. By the end, even Lin Hai felt a chill down his spine.

Holy hell. Never, ever cross a Chinese auntie. Their words are deadlier than knives.

True to form, the officer’s face darkened with rage.

“Officer, don’t listen to them!” The screechy woman who’d earlier defended the Japanese jumped in. “That disgusting soldier stepped on Mr. Iguuchi’s shoes, refused to apologize, then assaulted him! That man over there even slapped Mr. Iguuchi multiple times! This is a blatant violation of Sino-Japanese relations! If you don’t punish them, we’ll file a complaint with the Foreign Ministry!”

The officer arched an eyebrow. “Is that what really happened?”

“Officer, this traitor’s lying! Those Japanese started it!”

“Yeah! Look at that young man—so gentle, so refined. Could he possibly hurt anyone?”

“Exactly! He never laid a hand on them. The Japanese guy just… tripped.”

The crowd piled on, competing to give Lin Hai the most absurdly favorable fake testimony.

Well damn. Lin Hai almost laughed. When it comes to standing against outsiders, my fellow Chinese sure know how to unite.

“You—you’re all liars!” The woman spluttered.

“What about that slap just now? Even these officers saw it!”

“Saw what? I didn’t see anything.” The senior officer deadpanned before anyone else could respond.

The woman’s jaw dropped. Even the police were joining the cover-up.

“Let me make this clear.” The officer’s voice turned icy. “China welcomes international friends. But on Chinese soil, you obey Chinese law. Break it, and no matter who you are—we will arrest you.”

“So unless you want to be charged with defamation, I suggest you drop these false accusations.”

The crowd erupted.

“HELL YEAH! That’s our police!”

“Drive those Japanese dogs out!”

“China strong! Military strong! Police strong!”

The Japanese group stood shell-shocked.

What the actual hell? Even the cops are against us.

Iguuchi signaled retreat. Like whipped dogs, they slunk away.

What choice did they have? Stay longer, and who knew what other “crimes” might materialize?

“HA! Bye-bye, losers!”

“Get the hell out of China, Japs!”

“Except AV actresses!” Someone added, sparking another round of laughter.

As the crowd dispersed, Xiao Yi approached the officer and saluted.

The officer returned the salute with a faint smile.

“Don’t think defending our nation’s dignity is solely the military’s duty. We police share that responsibility.”

Watching him leave, Lin Hai smirked.

“Huh. Guess there are decent cops after all.”

“You seem to dislike police?” Xiao Qian eyed him curiously.

This man kept baffling her.

Miraculous medical skills that saved her brother from death’s door.

The audacity to slap Japanese men in broad daylight—then do it again with cops present.

Just who the hell is he?

“It’s not dislike. It’s just… cops who actually serve the people are rare these days.”

“Brother, that was legendary!” The soldiers gathered around Lin Hai, grinning.

These hardened military men seldom respected outsiders, but today? They were impressed.

Lin Hai shrugged.

“You guys wear the uniform—you represent China. Some things you can’t do. So I handled it. No way we’d let those Japanese mutts run wild on our land.”

“Damn right!” Xiao Yi clapped his shoulder. “Wish we’d met sooner. Let’s grab drinks!”

“Gladly.” Lin Hai liked these fiery patriots.

…

Azure Waters Club, one of Beijing’s most exclusive venues, catered only to elites—tycoons, celebrities, politicians. The entrance fee alone bankrupted ordinary folks.

Xiao Yi led them to a private second-floor room.

“Ten cases of Moutai. Now.”

Lin Hai nearly fell off his chair.

Ten cases?! Even with Xiao Qian, there were only seven people. That was over a case per person.

“Uh… isn’t that excessive?”

“Relax!” Xiao Yi laughed. “Drink what you can. No one’s forcing you.”

Lin Hai exhaled. His alcohol tolerance was… modest.

Soon, liquor and dishes flooded the table.

Xiao Yi raised a full 200ml pourer like it was a shot glass.

“Today’s a good day! Brother Lin saved my life yesterday, then saved my honor today. That’s fate. To fate—ganbei!”

He downed the entire vessel in one go.

Lin Hai stared at his tiny thimble-sized cup.

Screw this.

If they were drinking big-boy portions, so would he.

“Ganbei!” The soldiers clinked glasses, each emptying their pourers.

“Brother Lin, you and Xiao Qian can stick to small cups,” Xiao Yi teased.

Lin Hai’s eye twitched.

Oh hell no.

Drinking like a woman? Not a chance.

Without a word, he grabbed a pourer and drained it dry.