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Qin Fang was no stranger to Taekwondo; he had already come across many Taekwondo practitioners.

For instance, numerous universities now have clubs such as Taekwondo and Karate clubs, and these clubs indeed attract a considerable number of members.

In comparison, the Dragon Country's own martial arts clubs are significantly weaker...

Qin Fang's Ninghai University also had such clubs, and initially, joining the martial arts club had caused quite a stir...

Of course, through that incident, he had also met the beautiful senior Wen Yan.

Not only in universities, but almost every city also has Taekwondo dojangs, recruiting students to learn Taekwondo.

However, Qin Fang clearly wasn't interested in Taekwondo, considering it merely a derivative of Dragon Country's traditional martial arts or just a renamed version of those arts.

The reason for its popularity and the influx of students coming to learn lay mainly in its ease of learning and accessibility, unlike Dragon Country's martial arts, which required decades of training barely to reach intermediate levels, not to mention the extremely high requirements of Inner Qi for the practitioners...

Of course, it wasn't that Qin Fang despised Taekwondo or Karate; among those martial artists who practiced these fighting techniques, there were indeed some very powerful experts.

As far as Qin Fang knew, in Korea, there was a Grandmaster-level expert whose strength was not inferior to that of the Lei Family's Elder Lei, a Level 8 Grandmaster...

In Japan, needless to say, there were also many experts among the Great Ninja Schools, including Grandmaster Level and Grandmaster-level Experts.

The very Taekwondo Dojang they were visiting right now, occupying an entire building on the bustling Sanlitun Bar Street, obviously had some significant backing.

Of course, running a martial arts studio in Capital City was not within everyone's abilities, and anyone without real skills would have been smashed many times over already... If someone really wanted to cause trouble, being near the embassy district wouldn't help at all.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Qin, I have... an appointment here!"

Seeing Qin Fang slightly distracted by the signboard, Li Enhui said with embarrassment.

"It's alright! Let's go in..."

Qin Fang smiled, gestured politely, and the two of them headed inside. However, Li Enhui seemed to be huddling closer to Qin Fang, even though he was wearing several layers, he could still distinctly feel the amazing elasticity of Li Enhui's soft bosom constantly rubbing against his arm.

The Taekwondo Dojang was quite large; the entire three-story building was rented out and transformed into a training hall.

It was around five in the afternoon, and the students of the dojang had mostly finished their classes and left, leaving behind some of the Taekwondo instructors and some administrative personnel...

Many of them were Korean, or at least, they seemed to be, as they spoke and conversed in Korean with each other.

The combination of Qin Fang and Li Enhui did attract attention. The people who had been talking stopped and stared at them with surprise and curiosity, though no one came forward to strike up a conversation.

Of course, that wasn't always the case, and soon someone did come over...

"Miss Enhui..."

A handsome young man, about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, dressed in a white Taekwondo uniform with a black belt, rushed over with open arms excitedly upon seeing Li Enhui come in...

But his facial expression soon became rigid, as he noticed that Li Enhui was intimately holding Qin Fang's arm, even leaning her proud chest against him without any reserve, which immediately changed his expression.

"Hello, Brother Junhao..."

Li Enhui, however, remained calm and greeted politely, not seeming unfamiliar, which even an outsider like Qin Fang could discern.

"Miss Enhui, hello! And this is..."

The young handsome man named Junhao responded very politely and then looked at Qin Fang, who was being held by Li Enhui, asking.

Qin Fang frowned slightly, vaguely feeling that accompanying Li Enhui here might not have been a wise decision, especially considering the hostility and unfriendliness emanating from Junhao's eyes.

"I am Qin Fang..."

Nevertheless, Qin Fang was not one to avoid trouble. Although this 'Junhao' fellow wrapped in a black belt represented the highest level in Taekwondo, his actual strength was only Level 4, and Qin Fang could knock down a dozen of his kind with a single kick...

But since he was a foreigner, Qin Fang didn't want to disgrace the people of Dragon Country, and he immediately introduced himself very politely, extending his hand to the handsome Junhao.

"Miss Enhui..."

Unfortunately, it seemed that Junhao had entirely forgotten the politeness typical of Koreans and had blatantly ignored the hand Qin Fang extended. Instead, he turned his face to look at Li Enhui standing beside Qin Fang, his expression extremely unpleasant as he called out in a very angry tone.

"Junhao... he is... he is my friend!"

Li Enhui appeared quite wary of Junhao, her face showing difficulty as she looked at him. After hesitating a moment, she still introduced him this way.

"Friend? Hmph... It's your boyfriend, isn't it!"

Unexpectedly, Junhao's expression turned even uglier, his eyes filling with intense anger and malice as he spoke in a sarcastic tone.

Originally, Qin Fang had nothing to do with this matter, or they could have spoken in Korean, and Qin Fang could have pretended not to understand...

But since both of them were speaking Chinese, and rather fluently, it was difficult for Qin Fang to pretend not to understand...

"Sir, you seem to be rather impolite, don't you think?"

Even though Qin Fang's remark was a bit provocative, he had come with Li Enhui after all, and it was only reasonable—not to mention rightful—not to let Li Enhui suffer because of this misunderstanding.

"You? What are you! This is a Taekwondo Dojang. You, a person from Dragon Country, have no right to speak here... If you don't want to get beaten, just disappear right now! Otherwise... Hmph!"

This statement from Qin Fang fully ignited Junhao's already present fury. His angry face glared at Qin Fang, his tone scornful and his gaze disdainful—as if Qin Fang was someone unworthy even of speaking to him.

Qin Fang did not want to cause trouble, but he was not afraid of it either...

Especially after the life-and-death assassination attempt he had experienced the night before, his mindset had changed significantly. Endless tolerance could not solve problems; sometimes, a tough retaliation was necessary to completely shut the other party up!

"Then how does one qualify?"

Qin Fang moved slightly forward, positioning his sturdy body between Junhao and Li Enhui, effectively shielding the comparatively delicate Li Enhui as he faced Junhao directly.

"Huh? You're looking for death?"

Such a reaction immediately caused Junhao's brows to furrow, his anger already close to erupting.

Not just him, but the instructors from the dojo had also gathered around, their number quite substantial, indeed creating an oppressive atmosphere.

"Mr. Qin, let's... let's just leave it..."

At this moment, Li Enhui, standing behind Qin Fang, gently tugged at the corner of his shirt and whispered her advice, seemingly afraid that Qin Fang would be at a disadvantage.

This action only made Junhao's face grow even uglier, his clenched fists bulging with veins, and his knuckles turning white as he gripped his fists hard.

"Looking for death? You... are not worthy!"

Qin Fang was really speechless; he knew Koreans were often shameless, always claiming this and that as Korean, but he hadn't expected these Koreans to lack basic perception—to think that besides Junhao, who was a Level 4 expert, no other Level 4 expert dared to shout at Qin Fang about death. It was truly ironic.

To deal with such shameless, arrogant, and perceptive-less Koreans, Qin Fang of course had to respond in a more direct, stronger language.

"You... are looking for death!"

Indeed, Junhao instantly flew into a rage. He had always had a smooth life, always arrogant, never placing anyone in his eyes; he had never tolerated such a mockery. His hair and beard stood on end, his fists suddenly exploding with power as he fiercely smashed it towards Qin Fang's face.

Why aim for the face?

Apart from striving to knock Qin Fang down with one punch, Junhao was intensely irritated by the disdain and mockery on Qin Fang's face.

"Don't..."

Seeing that Junhao was actually throwing a punch, Li Enhui immediately screamed in shock.

However, her scream did not stop Junhao; if anything, it fueled his fury even more. The power in his punches doubled... as if he really intended to shatter Qin Fang's head.

"Mr. Qin, don't hurt him... Just teach him a lesson!"

However, Junhao was clearly too premature in his excitement, as Li Enhui's words only arrived belatedly; the "don't" from before wasn't meant for Junhao at all, but for Qin Fang standing in front of her.

"Oh? As you wish..."

Qin Fang was also slightly surprised, but he didn't care much, responding with a chuckle, not taking the fist that was about to hit his nose seriously at all.

He suddenly kicked his foot out, right as Junhao's fist was about to hit his nose, sending Junhao directly sprawling heavily on the ground...(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for and recommend this novel. Your support is my greatest motivation.)

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