Chapter 2
Ye Yihe's impression of Russia mostly comes from the fun memes on the Internet. He doesn't speak Russian at all and only knows some popular homophones like "Hurrah" or "Sukabrye".
However, in this situation, it is obviously inappropriate to say either one—especially the latter, which is essentially a Russian version of a swear word.
While Ye Yihe waited for the system to patch his language, the bald, burly man loudly uttered a series of syllables with his tongue, his tone urgent and angry. He was fierce and irritable, but all he got in return was another silence from Ye Yihe.
Even if you're cursing him, he won't understand.
Because they couldn't understand, they were able to calmly continue to look at the other person.
Why did this Russian guy get angry so easily? Was it because he couldn't get alcohol after being detained that he became more irritable and easily angered? He had indeed heard news reports of Russians drinking shower gel or lotion because they couldn't buy alcohol—because they contained some industrial alcohol—that was incredibly reckless.
It's said that some pilots even enjoy draining the antifreeze from their planes and drinking it like alcohol... It's truly unbelievable.
Looking at the bald, muscular man opposite him, whose jaw was clenched and whose cheeks were trembling with anger, Ye Yihe thought for a moment and decided to give him a friendly, benevolent smile to show that he meant no harm.
All you need to do is move the muscles at the corners of your lips to create a not-too-exaggerated smile.
But Ye Yihe noticed that the bald, burly man suddenly became furious. After spitting out a mouthful of saliva, he got up and strode towards them—the thick shackles clanged as they dragged, but they did not affect his movements at all.
It's obvious they're planning to teach him a lesson physically.
The prison van wasn't particularly spacious, and even with the chain length restriction, he only needed two steps to get to Ye Yihe.
This means that in less than two seconds, the iron chain will swing down along with a fist the size of a sandbag.
"If you refuse a toast, you'll have to drink a penalty shot."
Ye Yihe, his smile fading, muttered a phrase in his native language. When he looked up at his enemy again, his face was expressionless. At that moment, the extreme stillness and extreme movement unique to Jeet Kune Do merged into one in his body, transforming into water that was both strong and gentle, and into a silent, lurking shadow.
Jeet Kune Do is a highly efficient unarmed combat technique that uses the shortest punching distance and the fastest time to attack, intercept, and counterattack. Unlike karate, taekwondo, and boxing, which have strict rules regarding the weight of the opponents, Jeet Kune Do's biggest characteristic is that it has no rules.
The enemy may be very large, may be armed, and may launch a surprise attack.
These are situations that would never occur in a ring with protective gear, doctors, and referees. Jeet Kune Do, which abandons all external forms, specializes in practical combat techniques to counter such unruly conflicts.
Still enraged, the burly man paid no heed to Ye Yihe's reaction. With his hands cuffed, he clenched his fists, raised them, and was about to bring them down heavily on Ye Yihe's head.
The criminals sitting around all looked on with amusement, and no one spoke up to stop or dissuade them.
But Ye Yihe's movements were much faster than everyone else's reaction—even dynamic vision—and no one could figure out how he did it.
They only noticed a blur before their eyes, and when they could see the situation clearly again, the situation had already reversed.
The frail boy, who was still being secretly mocked by them, moved in a flash behind the bald, burly man with a movement no one could see; the short, thick iron chain was used as a handy weapon, deeply and heavily strangling the man's neck, and was still slowly tightening.
Instead of choosing to confront the burly man who was more than twice his size head-on, he displayed unparalleled one-hit-kill skills.
Everyone was stunned and utterly shocked by what they saw.
The bald, burly man's raised fist faltered as he struggled to grab Ye Yihe. But his once-proud, massive physique became an obstacle, and his struggles only made his face turn increasingly purple.
The car was extremely quiet; you could even hear faint noises coming from a distance.
"…………"
Intermittently, the bald, burly man uttered another sentence, his momentum completely deflated, far less angry than when he arrived.
[The patch isn't installed yet?]
Still not understanding, Ye Yihe urged the system in his mind. Without knowing the situation, he didn't punish the Russian man too severely, only giving him a warning.
"[Progress 82.45%]," the system explained, "[The human body structure is extremely complex; the brain alone contains billions of neurons. Precise analysis will take some time.]"
It's just an emergency device, not a supercomputer like the mainframe...
Well, it seems he'll have to rely on himself after all.
Ye Yihe snapped out of his thoughts and turned his gaze to the bald Russian brothers he had subdued in one move.
Dealing with such wide-open moves is easy; no matter how many times the opponent attacks, they'll just be easy prey—even if they change bodies, it's the same. Jeet Kune Do emphasizes instantaneous explosive power and counter-attack techniques; physical strength is not the core element.
Faced with the unknown words spoken by this fellow, Ye Yihe thought for a moment and then used the most effective and simplest way to respond.
Under everyone's horrified gaze, the boy with soft black hair and delicate features tilted his head slightly, and a smile curved his lips again, as if the most polite devil was knocking on the door, as if he were silently putting the rope of death around his target's neck.
"-Shh."
Saying another word will mean death. Everyone present understood the perilous warning that there was no way out.
With just a slight exhale from his lips, the car, intimidated by his power, fell silent, and no one dared to cause him any further trouble.
A quiet yet dangerous atmosphere is always more terrifying than boiling, clear rage, like the turbulent winds before a thunderstorm, causing the world to change color.
[98% - 99% - 100%, Activation successful. The host can now try to get them to say another sentence.] The system promptly reported the good news.
Why didn't you say so sooner?
He had just told everyone to behave, and now he wants them to speak up; he's acting like a capricious and twisted villain.
Ye Yihe finally let go of the burly man who had fainted from lack of oxygen, and slowly looked around, intending to pick an unlucky guy to test whether his language patch would work.
Ye Yihe opened his mouth: "…………"
Ye Yihe opened his mouth again: "…………"
Ye Yihe internally called out to the system: [Xiao Ai, I still can't speak Russian.]
[This situation is considered normal. This system can only activate the body's built-in semantic analysis, not the ability for you to fluently express that semantic meaning.]
The system explained things very quickly.
Ye Yihe: ...If he can hear but not speak, then he's become a mute, isn't he?
Having lost interest in the experiment, he reluctantly stepped over the unconscious giant on the ground and sat back down in his seat. Midway through the journey, the vehicle suddenly made another sharp turn, causing him to reach out and grab the side of the vehicle with its iron railings to regain his balance.
This time, however, no one dared to laugh at him.
The prisoner who was sitting next to Ye Yihe just moments ago even moved a little further away from him.
Under the gaze of everyone, Ye Yihe remained calm and composed, shaking his wrist, which had also been tightly bound by shackles. The sudden burst of power exerted by pushing his body to its limits had made his heart rate extremely fast, and it had not yet completely calmed down.
It's hard to believe that the owner of this body is also Russian—but Ye Yihe thinks it's fine for him to possess that burly man on the ground.
Let's see if we can help this guy get his body in better shape.
"You good-for-nothings, what trouble are you causing!"
The brief commotion finally caught the attention of the escort guard sitting in the passenger seat. He turned around and banged hard on the solid iron fence with his baton, producing a dull thud, as if he were casually herding a flock of sheep.
"Oh my god, how did one end up on the ground? These savage and restless scoundrels! Robbers! Villains!"
Glancing through the small observation window, he noticed something was wrong and immediately started muttering curses. His voice might have been loud, but the observation window and the thick metal partition blocked out most of his voice, diminishing its impact.
Ye Yihe sat calmly on the row of cold, hard benches, pretending that the culprit had nothing to do with him.
The good news is that he can indeed understand Russian now, although it's not all pleasant language.
The angry shouting of the guards caught the attention of the driver. "Calm down, this is just a prison van carrying minor offenders, man," he said, turning around to peek inside. "I think they probably just need a little lesson..."
Bang—!
Before the guard could finish his last sentence, the prison van had already been overturned.
The violent impact detached it from the long, winding road, causing it to roll several times across the wasteland. The heavy vehicle prevented it from falling apart immediately, but the numerous shards of glass, dented walls, and twisted iron railings testified to the strength of the sudden impact.
Whether being transported as a criminal or being involved in a car accident, this was the first time Ye Yihe had experienced anything like this, leaving him dazed and confused.
This experience was incredibly thrilling... He clutched his throbbing head, trying to make sense of his surroundings, and felt blood slowly trickling between his fingers, soaking his temples.
The car overturned, and the windows on both sides became the floor and ceiling; most people were huddled together unconscious, and it was unclear whether they were dead or alive.
Perhaps because these people were all avoiding sitting with him, and because the car rolled in the opposite direction from him, he was spared from being hit by the other people's bodies—except that his head hit the roof of the car hard, and he also seemed to have been cut by something along the way, which hurt terribly.
Choosing a car window with shattered glass and a rickety fence, Ye Yihe found a foothold to pull himself up, yanked open the two or three remaining iron bars that were barely hanging in place, and successfully reached the outside through the now unobstructed window.
...Unexpectedly, before he could even finish this good deed, he successfully escaped from prison, adding another layer of punishment to this body.
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