Chapter 165: A Chinese Man (3)

After looking the so-called champion up and down for a moment, Zhao Yongqi had already lost interest in him. Maybe this person has some ability, but in Zhao Yongqi's eyes, even if he is strong, he is extremely limited. Some masters, even if they make every move, will unconsciously bring a kind of "potential", which is the gap between the top powerhouses and ordinary people. As for the person in front of him, he is still far from that stage.

Just as the bored Zhao Yongqi began to set his eyes on the onlookers and casually evaluate their clothes in his heart, a sentence from a supporter on the stage attracted his attention.

"Mr. Ikeda, congratulations on defeating the Huaxia Nanquan Champion half a month ago. The host bowed respectfully, and then asked with a smile on his face, "What do you think of that wonderful game?"

"Isn't it exciting?" the short man shook his head arrogantly, "For me, that competition is not as good as the competition in the gym, the Huaxia people are too weak!"

The little devil's words made Zhao Yongqi frown, and the gaze staring at him in his eyes gradually became cold.

Xiao Wulu was a little angry, and after translating these words to Deng Chao and the others, the expressions on everyone's faces became more and more ugly.

In the audience, there were naturally many Chinese tourists, and there must be an interpreter around them, when these words were repeated in Korean, and then converted into Chinese, many Chinese people with strong blood and strength were already scolding with angry faces.

The supporters also seemed to realize that the guy in front of him, who obviously only knew about fighting, and didn't know which hillbilly place he came from, had already provoked public anger at the beginning. So, he hurriedly changed the topic and said, "Mr. Ikeda, can you tell your supporters what they think of the Korean boxing champion Kim Sung-min, and how does it compare to the Huaxia Nan boxing champion?"

The little devil who was so stupid that he had no friends didn't even think about it, he raised his fist and said triumphantly: "The Korean boxing champion will also be my subordinate, but compared to him, the Chinese are like this! Hahaha......"

looked at the ugly and stupid bastard on the stage, straightened his arms, thumbs down, and looked playful. Zhao Yongqi couldn't hold back the anger in his heart, stepped forward, and shouted loudly in Chinese: "In my opinion, the Chinese are this!"

With his big thumb pointing up, the big boy's calm voice resounded throughout the audience.

Without waiting for everyone to react, I saw him flip his fist again, thumb down and say with a disdainful face: "And the capricious, ungrateful, arrogant, hypocritical and pretentious desert island Japanese widows, it's just this!"

"Well said!"

"Scolding happily!"

"The little devil will pretend!"

In an instant, the Chinese people in the audience applauded loudly, compared to those who were arranged, it was simply a difference between cloud and mud. Even the members of the brotherhood behind him applauded loudly, the anger on their faces seemed to be vented, and they gave a thumbs up to the stupid little devil on the stage with disdain.

At first, the little devil didn't understand Zhao Yongqi's Chinese, but now after getting the translator's explanation, his ugly face immediately turned red, he took a few steps forward, stuck to the edge of the ring, pointed at Zhao Yongqi and shouted angrily: "You dare to humiliate me like this! I will beat you and never open my mouth again!"

Just looking at this person's reaction, Zhao Yongqi was even more convinced that this was just a street ruffian who didn't know how to learn, and accidentally got mixed up with the road of eating by fighting. For such a person, what big truth do you say to him, it is useless to fart. The only thing that works is to use your fists to let him know what is right and what is wrong!

"Okay. The corners of Zhao Yongqi's mouth tugged up, and he sneered disdainfully, "I will never be soft on dogs!"

As he spoke, the older boy walked in the direction of the ring. The crowd standing in his way automatically parted the road. But just as he was about to approach the ring, a middle-aged Korean man wearing glasses suddenly stood in front of him and whispered, "This gentleman, if I offend you in any way, I can apologize." It's just that it's a propaganda show......"

"Oh, it turned out to be a show!" Zhao Yongqi raised his voice, the corners of his mouth showed a strong mockery, casually lit the flag standing on the edge of the ring, pointed to the Korean on it and said: "What welcome people from all walks of life to challenge, it's just an arranged show, right? Hmph, I thought I really had the guts to compete, but it was just a performance by the guts of the rats." ”

"Hahaha, I knew that the little devils were bullying the weak and afraid of the hard, but now that the young man really dares to go up, he will immediately come to the dark box to operate, and it will be embarrassing!"

"Let him come up, let him come up, Baga!" The little devil was obviously dizzy, yelling and yelling, if it wasn't for the host to pull him, he would have even jumped out of the ring directly.

Seeing that I was eager to try, and the scene was full of indignation, even many Koreans were angry by the words of the previous fool who was ashamed to defeat their boxing champion, and at this moment almost one-sided turned on the mockery mode of the idiot.

The gold-rimmed glasses couldn't stop it, so he took out two pieces of paper and a pen from his arms, and said with bad intentions: "If Mr. insists on going to power, then sign this disclaimer first, if Mr. is hurt in case of injury, then ......"

Zhao Yongqi, who was too lazy to talk nonsense with this kind of person, directly grabbed two pieces of paper, wrote down his name with a brush, and without hesitation, handed one of them to Deng Chao, who was already squeezed next to him: "Brother Chao, put it away." We Huaxia people pay attention to integrity!"

Deng Chao took it solemnly, put it close to him, and then said softly: "Xiao Qi, be careful yourself, if you can't come down." ”

"Rest assured. Zhao Yongqi turned around and smiled at the people who were looking at him nervously, "This kind of goods, I can get down when I am eight years old!" After speaking, he supported the edge of the ring two meters high with one hand, and he didn't need other help, and easily jumped into the ring!

"Huaxia Kung Fu!" The Koreans were suddenly excited, "What a powerful look!"

The dwarf of the island country, who was dazed by anger, seemed to be shocked by Zhao Yongqi's dexterous skills, so he seriously looked up and down at the handsome big boy who was two heads taller than him.

The host saw that the island country dwarf had gone to the side to put on his fist gloves, and took advantage of this kung fu to approach Zhao Yongqi with a microphone, bowed with a smile and said: "May I ask this gentleman, the surname is Gao, and you look confident, you must be a master among the Chinese people!"

"My name is not worthy of being heard, just remember that I am a Chinese. Since it was the island country's dwarf who provoked first, Zhao Yongqi naturally wouldn't give them half a good color, and said extremely provocatively: "As for the master, do you look like me? To tell you the truth, there are many Chinese people who are more powerful than me." ”

Speaking of this, he pointed in the direction where Deng Chao and the others were: "Did you see that group of people? In them, I am a miscellaneous person, and I am bullied by them all day long!" It's just that ......" The handsome big boy raised his sword eyebrows and said with disdain on his face: "To deal with that short man, my kind of miscellaneous man is enough!"