The First Heir

“This group of people has gone too far! I wanted to register for my son just now, but I’m not going to do it now!”

“Damn it, I’m going to kill them!”

“Don’t be impulsive. You can’t beat them. They’re members of the Hari dojo, so they’re very strong!”

For a while, the crowd was enthusiastic but no one dared to go up because they were just ordinary people while the people on the opposite side were those from the dojo. They had learned the art of Taekwondo.

Looking at the excited crowd, those Japanese men laughed uproariously while pointing at them and mocking. “Hahaha, idiots! You’re all weaklings. Nothing to fear at all. Orienta p*ssies! Come on, come and hit me!”

“Bruce Lee, no way! Weakling!”

“Hahaha, don’t you know kung fu? Come and see how our Taekwondo crushes your kung fu!”

Most people were agitated by their provocation.

However, there were also a small number of people mixed in the crowd who were suspected of being pro-Japanese as they would sneer. “Just admit that we can’t beat them. Why are you still putting up a front? It’s better for me to go to Japan.”

“That’s right. A group of people talking nonsense and not understanding the culture at all. I’m going too!”

Many people stood up at this moment, about four or five of them, and they rushed into the dojo. They were led in by a few women in cherry blossom kimonos.

Those Japanese men laughed even more arrogantly, brazenly mocking the others. “Idiots! Get lost! A bunch of weaklings!”

at this scene, and when they saw their compatriots turning

“Shameful!”

“Disgraceful!”

deserve to be Orientas. Get

angry roars of these people, those people were not concerned at all but were instead proud of it. They swaggered to follow the kimono-dressed women into the martial arts

dozen men in Taekwondo gi and wooden clogs

“Hah!”

people lined up in a row and stood in front of everyone. The Japanese man who appeared to be

the injured man who had fainted by Philip’s

the sight of that, no one dared to speak

They were too audacious!

to be so presumptuous in Orienta’s

at their angry yet cowardly faces and were amused. They laughed

that, they turned and prepared

a discordant voice

his face cold as he stared at the leader of the Japanese men. Philip said, “A bunch of worthless garbage dares to bark in my Capital City! Let me

struck a chord with

Japanese leader stared at Philip, scrutinized him for a while, and said coldly, “My friend, if you’re here to apprentice and learn the art,

Haha!

forward until he was one arm’s distance

Bam!

from the kick caused the man to fly a

Uproar!