"You punk, quite dishonest, aren’t you," Wang Longhu took a step forward, grabbing the young man hiding behind the security guard, and sneered.
"I was wrong, don’t kill , don’t kill ." The young man was instantly terrified, just monts ago he was still showing off, but now he was pale with fright.
Wang Longhu sniffed, his keen sense of sll instantly picking up a foul odor wafting through the air.
"Damn." Wang Longhu quickly realized, directly hurling the person away.
Unexpectedly, a man’s ntal resilience could be so poor that he was scared enough to wet his pants.
Having no interest in further reprimanding this guy, Wang Longhu walked directly into the dojo.
The security guards stood there dumbfounded, not daring to block Wang Longhu at all.
Because they had seen with their own eyes, Wang Longhu had thrown the pants-wetting young man seven or eight ters away.
Can an ordinary person achieve that? His strength could easily fling them seven or eight ters as well; blocking such a person’s path would be suicidal.
Without anyone stopping him, Wang Longhu walked straight into the dojo, soon taking in a spacious area covered with soft mats.
At this ti, many n and won in taekwondo uniforms were practicing with each other, their cheering sounds echoing throughout the hall.
But with Wang Longhu’s arrival, he instantly attracted everyone’s attention, and they all looked toward Wang Longhu with bewildered expressions.
Being the best taekwondo dojo in all of Korea, plus Jin Taixian’s status, no one thought anyone would dare to cause trouble on Jin Taixian’s turf.
That would be no different than asking for a beating.
"Where is Jin Taixian, co out," Wang Longhu looked at everyone in the hall and shouted loudly.
The entire dojo buzzed and shook, the sound was deafening.
Wang Longhu’s lung capacity and voice were undoubtedly impressive.
Soon, from a room on the second floor of the dojo, a man in a suit, looking agitated, walked out.
He furiously tore off his tie, took off his suit jacket, his face full of anger and worry.
Just monts ago, Jin Taixian received a call, telling him that his younger brother was beaten unconscious and was being rescued in the hospital.
It was discovered that Jin Shanshan’s ribs were broken six or seven, the person who did it was very ruthless, simply aiming to kill.
Hearing this call, Jin Taixian instantly lost his composure.
Who, who dared to touch his own brother! Even if the people at the Blue House had touched his brother, Jin Taixian could make them regret coming to this world.
Many people only know Jin Taixian as Korea’s number one taekwondo master, a national-level figure. Even the president has to give him so face.
But most people don’t know that Jin Taixian is actually a mber of the White Lotus Society.
In Korea, the White Lotus Society is an unparalleled existence, holding imnse power nationwide, claiming to control three-quarters of Korea’s power is no joke.
Even the high-ranking officials cannot say no to the White Lotus Society.
Compared to this position, the Heaven and Earth Alliance is like a younger brother in front of the White Lotus Society.
Why a Martial Artist force would have such control in Korea, all this must be traced back to Korean history.
When it cos to Korean history, one cannot leave out a large company supported by the governnt, Samsung.
Samsung, as a conglorate controlling 95% of Korea’s economic lifeline, possesses terrifying power.
Few people know that the owner behind Samsung does not have the surna Lee, but belongs to the White Lotus Society.
In Korea, it’s the White Lotus Society’s domain, no one can threaten the White Lotus Society.
It’s because of backing from the White Lotus Society that Jin Taixian’s status in Korea is so high, no one dares to move him.
Because the White Lotus Society is a force primarily composed of Martial Artists, rich rchants are nothing, but Martial Artists who can fight, they are what’s most important.
"Who’s making noise." Jin Taixian, who was already in a bad mood, shouted loudly upon hearing Wang Longhu’s voice.
As a result, Wang Longhu imdiately noticed this guy.
"Who are you?" Experts have a sense, Jin Taixian squinted his eyes, looking at Wang Longhu and asked.
Those who have seen blood carry an unusual aura, known in literature as ’killing intent.’
To Martial Artists, it’s known as ’bloodlust,’ because if you’ve witnessed blood, you won’t hesitate or hold back when you strike.
The difference between a performing Martial Artist and a combat-oriented Martial Artist lies in this area, powerful Martial Artists spar but won’t hesitate to use lethal moves in real fights.
Performing Martial Artists can fight, but truly unleashing killing moves, they wouldn’t dare.
Jin Taixian felt bloodlust coming from Wang Longhu, this guy wasn’t here to visit, he ca looking for him.
"I hear you’re Korea’s most skilled taekwondo master. Co, let’s spar." Wang Longhu calmly t Jin Taixian’s gaze, his whole deanor exuding a very serene feel.
Jin Taixian frowned, he currently wished to go to the hospital to see how badly his brother was hurt.
Secondly, he needed to investigate who exactly hurt his brother.
This mysterious figure, Wang Longhu, suddenly appearing disrupted his plans greatly.
"Damn, three moves, I’ll give you only three moves." Jin Taixian irritably cursed, flipping off the stairs in one swift move.
Imdiately, he swung his arms in large strides towards Wang Longhu, and when they were just over three ters apart, Jin Taixian suddenly leaped, executing a neat and swift taekwondo flying kick straight toward Wang Longhu’s face.
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