When Lu Hai's wife saw him wake up, she couldn't help but shed tears and rushed to the bedside, sobbing.
"You idiot, why didn't you just die? You really scared me to death."
Hearing the deep affection in his wife's complaints, Director Lu's gaze softened. Even though his wife had aged, lost her beauty, and her figure was not what it used to be, she still loved him just as she always had.
Holding hands together, growing old together...
The incident had temporarily come to a close. Although several people had inevitably died, at least things had not continued to deteriorate.
Underworld...
The subordinate judge, who was determining whether several individuals would be reincarnated as humans, pigs, or sent to hell, stared blankly at the names that suddenly disappeared from the list.
In the Book of Life and Death, several names that had vanished slowly reappeared. Cui Fuyun, who was flipping through the Book of Life and Death, looked quite frustrated.
For this matter, several authorities held a meeting. According to their rules, since these individuals still had life left, they should be sent back. But how could the dead be revived? That would cause chaos. Yet if they still had life left, what should be done?
Ultimately, after discussion, the authorities reached a conclusion: "How about sending them to another realm for rebirth?"
Thus, several ordinary people who were supposed to have died joined the trend of crossing over and were sent to another realm. As for whether they would thrive or perish there, it would depend on their fate.
Ye Mingshang originally planned to ask Director Lu for help in investigating the mastermind behind the orphanage fire years ago. However, after encountering such an incident, he felt it inappropriate to trouble him.
The next day, Ye Mingshang withdrew his leave and returned to class. He saw Haitang again; she smiled at him but did not cling to him like before. Ye Mingshang felt a bit awkward. However, considering they were just kids and there wasn't any deep promise between them, he figured it would pass in a few days and didn't think much of it.
However, Zhi Mu did not return to class; he had been gone for some time now without any explanation.
He had no way to contact Zhi Mu, and no one else had heard of any contact with him. Yuan Yuan did have a way, but his relationship with Lin Qianqian was quite awkward now, making it difficult to ask. He could only wait and see; if he didn't return for a long time, he would ask Li Jianguo instead. As the principal, he should have the students' information.
With nothing to do, he sat in a nearby café for a while and then casually strolled outside.
"When did a Dojo open here?" He noticed a large sign not far away, where two young men dressed in Karate uniforms were trying to pull people inside.
There were quite a few people standing at the entrance, but very few actually went in. Each of them looked furious, pointing and gesturing at the two men, especially some elderly folks who were so angry they were blowing their beards and glaring, their canes clacking loudly on the ground.
Ye Mingshang felt puzzled and curiously walked over. Upon seeing their sign, he immediately understood what was going on. The name of the Dojo itself was nothing special, but below it were several bold characters: "Punching Southern Fist, Foot Kick North Leg, Taekwondo is Invincible, Chinese Martial Arts are Trash."
Such blatant and shameless words deeply provoked anyone with a sense of national pride. Thus, there was this scene: a group of Chinese people stood at the entrance of the Dojo, indignantly watching the two men inside.
However, the two men merely scoffed at the crowd's accusations and said in awkward Mandarin, "A bunch of trash just making noise here. If you have the ability, come in and fight! If anyone can defeat us, we will take down the sign and apologize to you."
Who pays attention to a Dojo or martial arts place that has a good temper? Once provoked, they immediately shouted and rushed inside. Ye Mingshang followed the crowd into the Dojo and saw that many youths dressed in Taekwondo uniforms were already standing inside—both male and female—and all quite young.
They stood on one side while the Chinese crowd stood on the other side, creating a standoff with a considerable space left in between.
Before long, a tall and thin young man with a square face stepped out and spoke in awkward Mandarin: "Today, we Taekwondo are opening this Dojo to promote competitive culture. However, some people are not convinced and think that their weak Chinese Kung Fu can defeat our Taekwondo. Don’t you think that’s ridiculous?"
The group of youths in Taekwondo uniforms burst into laughter at this, shouting loudly as they laughed, "Haha! What Chinese Kung Fu? Isn’t it just copying our Taekwondo?"
"What are you saying? They not only copy our Taekwondo but are also immigrants from Korea."
Listening to their reckless taunts made it hard for any proud Han man to endure.
A sturdy man about 1.75 meters tall stepped forward and shouted loudly, "You over there should stop your nonsense! If you have the ability, let’s settle this with our skills!"
The laughter from across the way also stopped, and a young man in his late teens stepped out, looking cocky and disdainfully at him. "Old man, do you really think you can fight us? How naive."
The burly man shouted angrily, "You little brat, you're really full of yourself. Enough talk, let's fight!"
The young man smirked contemptuously. "Just as you wish."
Saying this, the young man struck a pose and shouted loudly, "Ha!"
The burly man bent his front leg and pushed off with his right leg, his fists tightly clenched, glaring fiercely at his opponent. Then, he moved forward with alternating steps, continuously changing his hand positions to face his opponent head-on.
When the two had closed the distance, the young man suddenly shouted, "Ha!" He took two long strides forward and kicked towards the burly man's face.
The burly man bent his body to dodge but was preparing to counterattack when another kick came flying at him. Unable to evade it in time, he crossed his arms to block.
"Bang!" The kick had considerable force; however, the burly man's solid stance allowed him to stabilize himself with a push from his back leg.
But that wasn't the end. Taekwondo excels in leg techniques, and skilled practitioners can execute three or even four consecutive kicks in mid-air. The young man didn't manage to knock his opponent back with the first kick and followed up with two more kicks that forced the burly man back by two steps.
It must be said that the burly man's fundamentals were indeed solid. Although he lost the initiative at first, he remained steady and didn't allow his opponent to seize any critical opportunities. Despite taking a few kicks, he only felt some numbness in his arms and sustained no serious injuries.
Steadying himself, he quickly took a few steps forward while the young man was still exerting himself from the previous attack and threw a powerful punch towards the young man's face. (To be continued.)
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