Houzi was just giving a simple reminder. But in Shen Manjun's ears, it was extremely impactful.
Reminding them not to kill before making a move?
Just how capable was this young Nick? How terrifying was he? Why did he need Houzi's reminder? Could it be that he was going to kill without Houzi's reminder?
Surely not?
This was just an ordinary dispute. It had nothing to do with Shen Manjun's table. It was a case of forcefully standing up for her …
Xiao Zheng saw Shen Manjun's strange expression and put down his bowl and chopsticks. He wiped his mouth and said, "Don't make a fuss. What these people did abroad was to kill people and rob them. Houzi's reminder was to give them a range. "
Shen Manjun smiled bitterly. "There really needs to be someone in charge. I definitely can't control them."
In the past, people had died in the underworld. But in today's highly developed economy, even a king of the underworld like Mister Zhao would not easily kill people. Because there would be too many troubles and negative consequences. But looking at this group of people in front of him, they didn't seem to take killing seriously.
It was as if it was a trivial matter like eating and drinking. It was just like eating and drinking, something so small that there was no limit to it.
The Koreans were still clamoring. Some of them even slammed the table.
The waitress in charge of this area was so scared that her face turned pale. The waitress in charge of this area was so scared that her face turned pale. She wanted to go up and persuade him, but she didn't dare to. She was afraid that these strong martial artists would make a move on her.
The restaurant owner rushed over after hearing the news. He was sweating profusely as he apologized to the Koreans, hoping that they would forgive him. But one of the young Koreans pushed the restaurant owner without saying a word. The latter stumbled and hit the corner of the table. He grimaced in pain, which also affected the mood of the diners at the next table.
But when he looked at these ten or so powerful professionals, he couldn't help but sigh. They still swallowed their anger. Not to mention that they couldn't beat them, even if they could, when the matter got out of hand, the higher-ups would probably punish them. Should they give the Koreans an explanation?
After all, this concerned the diplomatic relations between the two countries. They couldn't let such a small matter affect international relations.
"Everyone, I'm really sorry —" The restaurant owner smiled bitterly and apologized to the diners who were affected.
"It's fine, boss. The ones who should apologize are these arrogant Koreans, "someone yelled.
"I heard that there is a top ranked Taekwondo expert in this group of people. I didn't expect him to be like this. "Another person said through gritted teeth. "If I were a martial artist, I would definitely teach them a lesson. How dare you be so arrogant in our Hua Xia? How reckless! "
The people living under the Imperial City were patriotic and had strong self-esteem. How could he endure such humiliation? For a moment, curses could be heard everywhere. Someone even smashed a bottle. The crowd was stirred up.
On the other hand, the group of Korean youths were either sneering with their arms crossed or looking carefree.
Anger?
If anger was useful, why would he practice Taekwondo?
Not to mention the small number of people in the restaurant, there were only a dozen or so taekwondo experts. Even if it was doubled, they wouldn't be able to touch a hair on them.
A martial artist was indeed a martial artist. His aura was different. In addition, they were good at hitting the joints and weak ribs. Ordinary people fighting ordinary people would consume a lot of energy, but they could accurately hit the acupoints, and it would only take a few seconds for them to defeat a person. One against ten wouldn't be a problem.
At this moment, a dark-skinned, burly young man walked forward.
With a smile on his face, he lightly patted the taekwondo expert closest to him and said in mellow English, "Sir."
"What?" The young man glanced at Nick coldly. His face was full of disdain.
"You are disturbing my boss's meal." Nick was still smiling harmlessly. Without waiting for the young man to react, Nick continued. "Excuse me, can you get out of the restaurant?"
He used the mildest tone to say the sharpest words. The group of Korean Taekwondo experts were furious on the spot.
Each of them stared at Nick fiercely, showing signs that they would make a move if there was any disagreement.
Did this black guy want to stand up for them?
Did he want to test the power of Taekwondo?
Among the group of Korean people, the instructor Kim Jaehee, who had been sneering without saying a word, glanced at Nick coldly. He had a sullen expression on his face.
How dare you tease my student?
Do you know my world ranking?
Number eight!
In other words, among all the taekwondo experts in the world, only seven people can defeat me. You want to challenge my authority? You're just a clumsy black man.
"You motherf * cker!" The young man who was questioned by Nick was the first to lose his patience and immediately wanted to make a move.
But before he could stand up, the young man felt a sudden sharp pain in his neck. Then, half of his face slammed on the table with a thud.
Bang!
Before he could scream, the young man only felt a sharp pain in the back of his head again. The smell of alcohol and blood spread out. He fainted on the spot.
Hiss —
The sound of people gasping could be heard. Instantly, it became dead silent.
Wasn't this young black man's method too violent?
Moreover, watching him beat up the Korean young man was simply too satisfying!
It wasn't the feeling of sharing a common enemy, but the pure aesthetics of violence —
His left hand pressed down on the young man's neck domineeringly, while his right hand grabbed a bottle and smashed it on the back of the young man's head. This series of movements was precise and full of power.
The crowd of onlookers was completely excited …
"Good! Let's do it! "
A group of onlookers stood up, some of them already holding a bottle in their hands. At first, they were afraid that it would have a negative impact and that they might not be able to win. But now that an international friend had appeared, they would only be considered as an accomplice if they participated in the fight. It wouldn't affect them much.
Swoosh swoosh swoosh!
The Korean Taekwondo experts all stood up with cold eyes and stared at Nick fiercely. They were embarrassed into anger.
They could tell that Nick was a martial artist and was not weak at all. Otherwise, their companions would not have been knocked out on the spot without being able to withstand a single blow. But there were more than ten of them and they were not afraid of losing to Nick.
Two of them exchanged glances and charged at Nick from the left and right. They wanted to take him down.
Seeing this, Nick was like a roc spreading its wings. He reached out with both hands and accurately grabbed the necks of the two men. The muscles on his arms bulged and he lifted the two men up and threw them out.
Bam bam!
The two men fell on the hard floor and screamed in pain. One of them rolled on the ground because his back had smashed into the stairs. He was making a fool of himself.
"Good job!"
"Bro, you're too awesome!"
Cheers rang out, but the powerless citizens stopped in their tracks.
This young black man did not need their help at all. In the blink of an eye, three of them were crippled. The remaining seven or eight would not be able to pose any threat to him.
"Are you going to scram or not?" Nick said with a smile on his face.
Seeing this, Kim Zaixi knew that these students were no match for him. He snorted coldly and strode toward Nick. "You're too arrogant."
He spoke in perfect English. Hearing this, many of the citizens cursed out loud.
"You're too arrogant just because you can't beat him? You were even more arrogant just now! "
"Bro, beat him up!"
The scene was lively, and the onlookers felt their blood boiling as if they were on steroids. Xiao Zheng, on the other hand, was eating and drinking. It seemed that such a small scene could not attract their attention at all.
Especially when Houzi told Nick to "keep a low profile and don't kill people", it immediately extinguished the passion of these desperadoes.
Fight?
What was the point? They might as well drink a few more bowls of beer. Speaking of which, the Yanjing beer was quite good. It tasted refreshing and was a rare drink.
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