Chapter 340 (2/2)
As early as many years ago, the signboard of sick man in East Asia was kicked to pieces. It was bought by our ancestors with blood. These Fusang men dare to mention it again!
What can be tolerated!
”What a nuisance! I want to sign up for my son, but I don't want to report it to my son! ”
”Damn it, I'm going to kill them!”
”Don't be impulsive. You can't beat them. They are very fierce with the Japanese martial arts school.”
For a moment, the crowd was excited, but no one dared to go up, because they were unarmed ordinary people, while those in the opposite side who were martial arts practitioners in the Japanese martial arts school were Taekwondo practitioners.
Looking at a group of excited Chinese people, those Fusang men all looked up at the sky and laughed, pointing to them and sneering: ”ha ha ha ha, baga, all weak chickens, not to be afraid of, sick man of East Asia! Come on, come on, hit me! ”
”Bruce Lee, no way! Weak chicken
”Ha ha ha, don't you know kung fu? Come on, let's see how Taekwondo can crush your Kung Fu! ”
In the face of their provocation, most people were angry.
But there are also a small number of people, mixed in the crowd, suspected of jingfusang, sneering: ”if you can't fight, you can't fight. What can you do here? I'm going to Fusang.”
”That's to say, a group of people are chatting and they don't understand my culture at all. I want to leave for Fusang.”
Many people, at the moment, stood out, about four or five people, rushed into the martial arts hall and were led in by several Cherry Blossom kimono women.
Those Fusang men laughed more wildly and said to others: ”baga! rats , screw you! A bunch of sick chickens
In the face of this scene, most people are indignant, especially when they see that their compatriots have turned over!
”Shame!”
”Damn it!”
”They don't deserve to be Chinese. Get out of here!”
In the face of the angry roar of these people, those people were not satisfied with it. On the contrary, they swaggered along with the kimono woman into the martial arts hall.
Just as the crowd rushed up, a dozen men dressed in Taekwondo clothes rushed out of the Wudao hall, all with clogs.
”Ha
These people lined up in front of the crowd. The leading Fusang man said in Chinese: ”you, who dares to come forward, just like him!”
He pointed to the man who was beaten to death in front of Chen Ping's heel.
In the face of this scene, people dare not speak.
How arrogant!
In my magnificent Kyoto, they dare to be so presumptuous!
Those Fusang men, will everyone dare not dare to speak of the appearance, feel very funny, laugh: ”waste!”
After that, they turned and left.
However, also at this time, a discordant voice suddenly sounded.
”Who dares to deceive me
Chen Pinghu's loud voice, cold face, staring at the head of the Fusang man, said: ”a group of garbage can not be on the table, dare to bark in my Kyoto! I tell you, your self righteous Taekwondo has evolved from my eastern land! ”
Chen Ping's voice is the voice of the people.
The leading Fusang man, staring at Chen Ping, looked at him coldly and said coldly, ”this friend, if you come to learn from your teacher, I'll let bygones be bygones. If you come to play football, I advise you to buy insurance!”
Ha ha!
With a sneer, Chen Ping directly stepped forward, one arm's distance from the Fusang man.
Bang!
Who did not expect, Chen Ping actually directly is a kick to go up, heavy will that man to kick the fly backward, hit the wooden door, faint do not know!
In an uproar!
Everyone's eyes widened in amazement!
In a flash!
The dozen Taekwondo warriors surrounded with fierce faces.
Zheng Tai is also a roar: ”protect Mr. Chen!”
Brush!
In an instant, hostility between the two groups formed.
One side is all white Taekwondo.
Black suit thugs on one side.
In front of the whole and RI Wu Road hall, it seems very cool!
Outside the crowd, at the moment all hit chicken blood as excited, shouting: ”kick good! It's been a long time since I saw them! Brother, it's a cow
”Yes, this is our people! We support you! Fight! Kill them
The crowd was excited.
Chen Ping is also coldly staring at a group of Taekwondo warriors on the opposite side, looking up at the black characters on the white background: the five vigorous big characters of heri Wudao hall.
”From today on, wo RI Wu Road Museum disappears from Kyoto!”
Chen Ping said in a cold voice, his eyes beating with anger.