Xianyu, who was kneeling on the ground, was in severe pain.

His knees, in particular, felt like their bones were shattered, and the pain was piercing, and he couldn't stand up at all.

"(Korean) Asiba, you actually gave him a Z man to kneel down, and lost the face of our Koreans!" said Director Park angrily, another series of babbling Korean.

"(Korean) Uncle Park, we lost, he is too strong! I can't defeat him at all!" said Hyun Woo through gritted teeth.

Park Yeon-hee didn't expect him to lose, and he lost so badly, so quickly!

A pair of beautiful eyes, looking at him resentfully, full of hatred for iron and steel.

"(Korean) nonsense! We Koreans will never lose! Our Korean compatriots are all on the way to Smectah!" said Director Park without giving up.

A large group of strong guys outside the door walked into the martial arts hall with fierce eyes.

This group of people chattered, spoke all Korean, cursed, and had very unclean mouths.

All the students in the Han Dao Hall, seeing that the big battle was about to break out, for fear of being injured by mistake, all sneaked away.

In the museum, except for Chu Ling, Zhong Yao and her three bodyguards, all of them are South Koreans.

I thought they would be willing to gamble and lose!

How can you forget that South Koreans have always been discredited!

Thinking about the 2003 Korea-Japan World Cup, South Korea's black whistle became famous in a fight, and it can be said that I have never seen such a shameless country.

Even the Badminton World Championships held in South Korea openly used air conditioning outlets to target the opponents of other countries to help their own players, but unfortunately they still failed miserably!

For this kind of country, do you still hope that they will keep their promises and admit defeat convincingly?

"(Korean) I have gathered all the Korean compatriots in Jiangdu, and all who can come are here, today this kid is sincerely here to find fault, he doesn't want to go out alive Smecta!!" Director Park said angrily.

"Director Park, if you say that you have a one-on-one competition, you guys will just fight in wheels, do you still want to swarm and bully more and less?" Zhong Yao didn't understand Korean, but understood his thoughts, and rushed up and said angrily.

Unexpectedly, this chick actually stood out for herself, and Chu Ling was moved in his heart.

Sure enough, it is the brothers who are on the wall, and they are insulted by outsiders! They are enemies when they fight, but in front of foreigners, they are compatriots.

In Zhong Yao's heart, he had already changed his mind about Chu Ling.

She has always been a personality admired by the strong, and when she saw him so powerful that he beat the taekwondo masters, admiration rose in her heart.

"Miss Chung, this is none of your business, it's about the honor of our Korea, please get out of the way! Don't get hurt by mistake!" said Director Park.

"Then you can try!" Zhong Yao said without fear.

The three bodyguards behind him took out their pistols and aimed them at the many South Koreans.

This group of South Koreans was noisy and yelling, holding sticks, and menacing.

But as soon as they saw the gun, they were all silent.

"You dare to shoot??kill us Koreans, but it's an extremely serious incident, even if Miss Zhong's family background is deep, you can't cover the sky with one hand, right?!" Director Park said arrogantly.

He stood in front of the muzzle of the gun, looking fearless, as if the identity of a foreigner was their protective talisman that allowed them to do whatever they wanted.

"(Korean) They don't dare to shoot, beat this kid up for me!"

When the South Koreans heard Director Park's words, they all smiled evilly, raised their sticks, and scrambled to climb into the ring.

Chu Ling Yile, I was worried that I couldn't enjoy it, but someone actually sent it to the door, haha, now I can have a good time.

The three South Koreans rushed into the ring first, and before they could stand firm, Chu Ling kicked with his flying feet, and the three of them flew straight out of the ring.

The kick was extremely hard and merciless, and the three of them flew down from the ring more than a meter high, fell to the ground, spat blood from their mouths, and screamed in pain.

However, instead of being deterred, a dozen or so South Koreans continued to climb into the ring like crazy, like a swarm of locusts.

"Miss, it seems that we don't need to shoot. The bodyguard said.

Zhong Yao nodded slightly, she underestimated his ability a little, and this person didn't care about him at all.

This group of sturdy South Koreans, looking at the posture is quite bluffing, usually gangsters on the street are okay, they have not undergone professional training, and they are vulnerable in the ring.

And Chu Ling learned all kinds of flying kicks from Park Yeon-hee, and they didn't have a chance to fight in close quarters at all.

One by one, on top of each other on the ground, there were more than a dozen South Koreans, rolling on the ground in pain.

"(Korean) Don't fight anymore! I admit my mistake to you on behalf of my father, we violated the spirit of martial arts, and if we lose, we will lose, I'm sorry!" Park Yeon-hee said ashamedly.

Or this long-legged Smecta beauty is well-informed, beautiful and sensible, I really don't want to let her leave Jiangdu!

If it weren't for the large number of people, for the sake of face, Chu Ling would have to leave her a phone number, if she didn't believe that 500 million would be smashed, this woman would not be able to soak.

Chu Ling jumped into the ring, and stood firmly on the ground.

"(Korean) Abbas, don't hit me!

"(Korean) master, we were wrong!"

"(Korean) Spare us, hero!"

The South Koreans on the ground were so frightened that they cowered and huddled together to make way for a way.

Chu Ling walked past them, completely ignoring their existence, and walked directly to the door of the martial arts hall.

He flew up with a kick and smashed the signboard, which was more than two meters high!

"In this land, any kind of language, don't want to put it on the Z national character!"

He turned away, leaving behind an amazement.

"(Korean) Is this guy still human?"

"(Korean) Why is this guy's foot heavier than a hammer?!"

"(Korean) It hurts me to death, I miss my mother!"

......

In the elevator, Chu Ling grinned in pain and covered his feet: "Damn, this signboard is actually a stainless steel plate, and you won't say anything to me in advance!"

It turns out that there is such a big price to pay for being cool!

Chu Ling walked out of the building and hailed a taxi.

He was going to go back to the rental house first, and drive the Koenigsegg to the garage of the villa first, otherwise he wouldn't even have a scooter.

Back in the community, walk along a tattered cement road to the old building.

[Ding, host, please pick up the courier box of the trash can, there is a reward]

Trash can?

There are two garbage cans, one red and one blue, around Chuling, which are used to hold "recyclable garbage" and "non-recyclable garbage" respectively.

The courier box is clearly recyclable.

He pulled out the clip and was about to reach into the trash can when someone stopped him.

"Stinky boy, don't you know whose territory this is?" the voice was slightly hoarse.

He met a little rascal who didn't have long eyes again? Now he was unlucky.

As soon as Chu Ling turned around, an old man in cleaning clothes, holding a long iron clip, pointed at him.

"Let me tell you, the garbage cans in this community are all contracted by me, you can go somewhere else to pick up the rubbish. Uncle said proudly.

When I went, I thought it was an older hooligan, but it turned out that he was talking about picking up garbage!

"Give you a hundred yuan, let me pick up this trash can once!" Chu Ling took out a banknote and handed it to him.

The uncle was stunned, he had never seen this kind of person, in order to grab a trash can, he actually threw out a hundred-yuan bill!

But he didn't answer, waved his hand, and said: "It's not about money, the main thing is that the garbage cans here are all contracted by me, and they must not be given to others!"

This old man is quite stubborn, this little trash can, unless there is a ring lost in it, otherwise, those cardboards and waste items together can't even be sold for five yuan!

I don't want a hundred yuan, and I want to keep this trash can, uncle, are you a tease sent by the system?!