Chapter 1598: Chapter 1492: Proving It
"What do you an? Dare to insult our country?" The man listened to the conversation between his wife and Song Yun, and said with a furious expression.
Song Yun shook his head. "No, your country isn’t worth my insult. Just a dog of the United States, I’m not interested in cannon fodder. If I were to insult, I’d go for the United States."
"You and the woman beside you have equally disgusting faces." The man swore in Korean.
Song Yun’s face suddenly turned somber. He turned to check Xiao Qing’s expression, secretly glad she didn’t understand Korean. When Song Yun turned back to the man again, his smile beca even brighter. He squinted his eyes and said in Korean: "Let
ask you a few questions. Do you think the Dragon Boat Festival belongs to your country?"
"Of course," the man replied affirmatively in Korean.
"Is Li Shizhen a Korean?"
"Certainly is. We have evidence to prove it."
Song Yun waved his hand and said with a smile: "No need to bring up that evidence. I’ve seen it. Your historical territory is vast. It’s the first ti I’ve learned that Korea was such a powerful country."
"Of course. Our historical territory includes today’s Outer Mongolia, Siberia (Korea); east to Shanghai, west to Sichuan, north to the Central Plains, south to Hainan Island and Taiwan (Xinluo); east from Japan, west to Xinjiang (Baekje); west of West River, south to Vietnam was Tang Chao. If you don’t know, it’s just your ignorance."
Song Yun said without doubt: "Now let
ask you one last question. Which country do you think kung fu belongs to?"
"What do you an?" The man asked vigilantly, looking at Song Yun.
"I say kung fu is from China, what do you think? I’m very interested in hearing your opinion now, isn’t it, master?" Song Yun said with a smile.
"That’s still under research. Many truths aren’t as simple as you think, Huaxia is a stupid country. They can’t possibly invent so many things..."
Song Yun wasn’t in the mood to listen to his long speech, and said with a smile: "But I have evidence to prove it."
"What evidence?" The man asked curiously.
"You want to see it? Fine." Song Yun grabbed the man by the head and slamd it hard against the table.
Song Yun originally wanted to keep a low profile, hurry Xiao Qing back to the sect for treatnt, and then imdiately fly to Yanjing, because there are too many problems in Yanjing now, many things need decisions beyond Song Ergou, and now he’s gone, the burden falls entirely on my father, who’s easily prone to mistakes when busy, but now the Song Family cannot afford mistakes; any mistake would lead to irrevocable doom.
But today he punched soone again. First, the woman across the aisle scread when Xiao Qing took off her scarf, attracting the business class passengers like zoo visitors watching a gorilla, forcing Xiao Qing to put the scarf back on, losing her appetite for food. Then the two assud he didn’t understand Korean and chatted wantonly — saying no wonder that woman covers her head with a cloth, her face is that ugly, saying they slled a dicated odor as soon as she arrived, awful had to lose appetite, saying they’re unlucky to sit together, making jokes about requesting refunds from the airline and compensation for ntal distress.
Originally Song Yun was already beyond tolerance, then the woman, obviously a Chinese jerk, began listing faults of Chinese people; lacks hygiene, litters everywhere, behaves rudely without manners, doesn’t bow to greet like Koreans, doesn’t work seriously; there were even won prostituting on their ho street, upon hearing this, Song Yun ntally cursed: "Are all Koreans virgins?"
The pair energetically chatted while oblivious to Song Yun’s cold observation beside them. Song Yun originally intended to smile throughout, feeling cool to slit necks with a smile; but their later words broke him, although he kept smiling with twitching facial muscles.
Bang. The man’s head collided hard with the table, causing dishes, juices, and drinks to scatter from the table’s vibrations. The man futilely attempted to break free from Song Yun’s grip; but his strength paled compared to Song Yun’s, who intended to show him Chinese kung fu’s power. If he broke free, wouldn’t that tarnish kung fu?
"Ah!" The woman first stared blankly before screaming. Song Yun picked up the chicken leg from the table and stuffed it in her mouth. No wonder they say won are greedy eaters; she’s a pri example, quieting upon having food.
The man hesitantly raised his head, eyes bewildered, looking at Song Yun.
"Sure now? Only Chinese can wield kung fu well, scum like you won’t," Song Yun asked with a smile.
The Korean man shook his neck, sobering before throwing a punch at Song Yun.
Song Yun didn’t dodge but grabbed the Korean man’s fist, imitating their tone: "Wow, you Koreans are really rude, violence in public places, disgracing yourselves abroad. How’s that? I said kung fu is Chinese, yet you disbelieved. Believe now? You’re no match for ."
The slam from Song Yun was loud, disrupting not only nearby dining passengers but also alerting two stewardesses distributing food.
"Miss, they insulted ," Song Yun asserted his grievance before the stewardesses spoke; his forte.
"Sir, could you release this man’s hand? Let’s sit and discuss," a beautiful stewardess advised.
"I can release him, but I’m worried he’ll hit . If I hadn’t ducked earlier, I’d almost got hit," Song Yun said, pointing at the Korean he held.
"Sir, we’ll keep this man from hitting anyone, everyone please refrain from violence, please release this hand," the stewardesses glanced at each other, helplessly urged.
"Are you sure he won’t hit again?" Song Yun feigned fear.
"We’re sure," the stewardesses nodded affirmatively.
"If he hits
later, it’s your responsibility," Song Yun obediently loosened the man’s hand; but upon release, the man cooperatively threw another punch.
Again Song Yun grabbed the man’s hand, bitterly smiled at the stewardess: "See? He’s violent by nature; I’m in danger here, requesting seat change."
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