Open A Clinic To Cultivate Myself Chapter 133

However, no one responded to his greeting.

Ning Tao's friendly att.i.tude was rewarded with an awkward situation.

That was because of Tamao Takeda's expression and Ning Tao's dress. Although Ning Tao deliberately changed into a formal short-sleeved shirt, trousers, and leather shoes, his clothes were cheap and usually worn by ordinary people, while the people sitting here were dressed up in a very formal and cla.s.sy way. Now people had been used to measuring a person's social status from his or her dress. Judging from Ning Tao's casual image, his social status was obviously not high and even very low.

“Hehe hehe.” Tamao Takeda smiled and said, “Mr. Ning, your introduction is a little simple. Can you tell us what you do?”

Ning Tao smiled back, and replied, “I'm a doctor. I run my own clinic.”

Being a doctor was a very honorable and important profession, which made no one feel embarra.s.sed to say.

“Oh you're a doctor. Please have a seat,” Tamao Takeda said, his tone slightly contemptuous but subtle.

Lin Qingyu tugged at Ning Tao's arm and said, “Come and sit with me.”

Ning Tao nodded, and sat next to Lin Qingyu when she took her seat.

At that moment, Crewe Arthur stood up, walked over to Tamao Takeda and whispered something in his ear. Then Tamao Takeda's eyes fell on Ning Tao, and his expression changed obviously.

Ning Tao wondered, “Crewe Arthur obviously knows who I am. What did he say to Tamao Takeda and his father? The gunman probably has something to do with him, or how could he know who I was as soon as he saw me?”

He wasn't worried about Crewe Arthur and Tamao Takeda and his father attacking him here. Apart from the presence of Hu Jilu, the Shan City's mayor, and a few city's officials, Yin Molan, the fighting demon lurking in the shadows, could clean up here on his own. Ning Tao didn't even have to do it himself.

Suddenly, Tamao Takeda clapped his hands.

The geisha, who was playing shamisen, heard his clapping and immediately stopped. Then she made a bow and left.

A waiter came to ask Ning Tao something, but he spoke j.a.panese, which Ning Tao could not understand.

Tamao Takeda complained, “Mr. Ning, he's asking what you want for dinner?”

Ning Tao knew the waiter was asking him what he wanted, but he had never eaten j.a.panese food and didn't know what to order. For a moment, he was embarra.s.sed.

“Tao, the sashimi here is good. Why don't you have one?” Lin Qingyu was a smart girl, and her words cleverly helped him out.

“Well, sashimi, please,” said Ning Tao.

The waiter nodded and left. He actually could speak Hua Country's language, and he spoke j.a.panese to embarra.s.s Ning Tao who didn't know j.a.panese. He was evidently prompted by someone to do so.

Then Tamao Takeda clapped his hands again.

Two samurais in karate suit came in. They were tall and stalwart, with black belts around their waists, in a dignified manner. Their karate suits were black, unlike the usual karate suits. In karate, the black suit represented the fourth degree and the owner could be a teacher to teach others. In other words, these two samurais were karate masters who could open karate schools and accept disciples, and the so-called black belt samurai in a white suit had to bow when they saw them.

They were both the Takeda family's samurais.

The two samurais came to the empty s.p.a.ce for the show, bowed to the table, and began to perform karate. Instead of fighting, the two practiced a series of karate moves. Although there were only a few movements, the two's movements were clean and agile, combining fast and slow movements, with a special sense of beauty.

As the two samurais performed, the waiter brought a plate of sashimi with spices. The sashimi was just some raw fillet of fish with a saucer of soy sauce dipped in mustard.

Before Ning Tao had it, Tamao Takeda asked, “Mr. Ning, do you know our karate?”

“A little bit. Karate originated from Tang Soo Do in Hua Country, and it first pa.s.sed to Ryukyu, then to j.a.pan, and finally changed to karate,” replied Ning Tao tersely.

Tamao Takeda said, “Mr. Ning seems to know karate very well. What do you think of these two karate samurais?”

Ning Tao took a look at them and answered, “Just so-so.”

Tamao Takeda frowned and said, “These two are masters at fourth degree, who are qualified to open a school to accept disciples. How could you say they were just so-so? Do you know it's very rude of you to say that, and it's an insult to them?”

Ning Tao retorted blandly, “I didn't come after anyone. I'm just saying what I think.”

“Hum!” Shinsuke Takeda gave a cold snort. “You must be very good at martial arts, Mr. Ning, from what you say. Why don't you perform for us to expand our horizons?”

Ning Tao didn't answer.

“Go,” Fang Meiling urged. “Since you said they were just so-so, you must be better than them. Go and show us.”

Then a leader of Shan City said, “Young man, don't be too frivolous. Don't be pushy everywhere. Be humble and respect others.”

Fang Meiling chimed in, “That's right. Some people talk big while he has no ability. Is he trying to impress us? If so, he must have made a mistake. People here all have status, and experience, not little girls who can be taken in a few words.”

She cast a look at Lin Qingyu while uttering these words, as if Lin Qingyu were the “little girl” she said.

Ning Tao put his chopsticks on the table.

Lin Qingyu got nervous, reached out to pressed Ning Tao's leg and shook her head slightly.

Ning Tao smiled at her, then grabbed her hand, and took it off his leg. He stood up and walked over to the karate masters. “It's hard to control force during the fighting,” he said. “Don't blame me if I hurt you later.”

Tamao Takeda said, “Mr. Lin, do you mean you won't blame them either if they hurt you later?”

“Of course.” Ning Tao stood in front of the karate samurais and faintly said, “You two together.”

A consulate employee translated his words.

When the two karate samurais knew what he meant, they were furious. One of them said in j.a.panese, “You big talker. I'll knock you down in 10 seconds. Listen up, one person, in 10 seconds!”

The interpreter at the consulate translated his words.

Ning Tao smiled calmly and said, “The real Tang Soo Do is nothing in my eyes, let alone the karate developed from it? You say it only takes you 10 seconds to knock me down? All right, I'll stand here and let you fight for 10 seconds. If I fall, I give up.”

“You are so arrogant!” Unable to contain his anger, the karate samurais suddenly took a step forward, whirled and kicked Ning Tao in the chest.

He struck with such force and speed that he could crash a solid door.

Ning Tao, however, didn't even move. He even stood with his hands behind his back, in a master's pose.

Bam!

The karate samurai's leg hit Ning Tao hard in the chest, causing him to take a small step back. But that was it. He did not scream, fall, or even frown!

The karate samurai was stunned. Whirl and sidekick was one of his best moves. When he kicked Ning Tao, he thought he would break two ribs and fall to the ground a few meters away, but Ning Tao only stepped back, intact!

Not only he, but everyone in the multipurpose restaurant looked surprised. No one wanted to believe that Ning Tao, who didn't look strong and stood with his hands behind his back, was fine after being beaten hard.

Ning Tao said matter-of-factly, “What are you doing out there? 10 seconds is a short time. If you can't beat me, I'll start fighting back.”

“d.a.m.n it!” The karate samurai pounced on him. This time he turned to a hand attack, rapping Ning Tao in the heart, neck, head and other vital parts.

“Stop it! Stop fighting!” Lin Qingyu exclaimed.

However, no one paid any attention to her.

Bam! Bam! Bam…

The m.u.f.fled thudding of fists striking Ning Tao rang out in the multipurpose restaurant, which sounded as if someone were beating a drum.

If the karate samurai was really beating a drum, the drum should be broken, but Ning Tao was still fine. When the karate samurai tried to hit him in the right face, Ning Tao squared his right face in the direction of his fist to receive the blow; when the karate samurai tried to strike him on the neck with the palm of his hand, Ning Tao stretched out his neck to receive the blow. In short, he was extremely cooperative and never retaliated.

Everyone's jaw dropped in the multipurpose restaurant, their eyes and mouths wide.

“It's 10 seconds,” Ning Tao stated.

The samurai who attacked him got so angry that he let out a roar and kicked Ning Tao in the area between his legs.

It went too far.

Even in international matches, it was banned, let alone in a friendly match.

Ning Tao's eyes turned icy. Without hesitation, he raised his right arm and punched the karate samurai in the eye socket. It looked like a punch, but it was really four. His fist could move as fast as a cat's paw, or even faster!

In less than a second, the karate samurai's right eye became swollen. But before he could scream, Ning Tao's left fist came right back at him. It was too fast for the samurai to duck. He just felt something flash in front of him, and then he couldn't see anything. His eyelids were red and black with blood.

Ning Tao withdrew his fist.

“Ah—” screamed the karate samurai.

“The kick is back to you,” Ning Tao uttered, suddenly kicking the karate samurai in the crotch.

With a dull thunk, the karate samurai flew off the ground and landed heavily on the ground, unable to get up.

Another karate samurai hurriedly reached out to feel his carotid artery.

“Don't worry,” Ning Tao said. “He's just suffocating. He will be awake in a few seconds. He won't die.”

As he spoke, the fallen karate samurai's eyes were swollen to the size of buns, his brow ridges also broken and his face bleeding. He did recover in a few seconds, but uttered a groan of pain.

An eerie silence hung over the multipurpose restaurant.

People who wanted to watch Ning Tao get beaten and humiliated had the most mixed feelings at the moment.

Shinsuke Takeda suddenly slapped the table and stood up, shouting, “How dare you hit him so hard!”