Hearing Chu Shiyao say this, Chu Ge immediately connected it to Li Zheming. However, since Lidu City is a tourist city with many foreigners, he couldn't be sure it was Li Zheming or his teacher causing trouble just based on that one sentence.

Chu Ge took another bite of the apple and asked seemingly casually, "A South Korean? What's going on?"

Chu Shiyao sat next to Chu Ge, her whole body leaning on the sofa. She kneaded her arm and said with fatigue and resentment, "Don't even mention it. Just talking about it makes me feel stuffed up. That South Korean is simply too much."

"Since we're already talking about it, why keep me in suspense? How excessive was it, exactly?"

Seeing Chu Ge inquiring further, Chu Shiyao sighed and continued, "From what the injured and other nurses said, suddenly in our Lidu, a South Korean Taekwondo expert appeared, challenging various dojos. It was supposedly friendly sparring, and it looked amicable, but his moves were especially ruthless."

Chu Ge frowned slightly, "Did you hear them say what that South Korean who's challenging everywhere looks like? How old is he?"

Chu Shiyao thought for a moment, "I didn't hear what he looks like. If I remember correctly, they said he seemed to be a man in his thirties or forties. Oh, and there was a young man in his twenties with him, calling him teacher, but that young man didn't fight."

"Did you hear anything else? Why is he challenging dojos everywhere?"

Chu Shiyao shook her head, "I haven't heard anything about that."

At this point, Chu Shiyao looked at Chu Ge with an odd expression, blinked, and said, "Brother Chu, why are you asking about this? Do you want to avenge those who got hurt?"

Chu Ge smiled lightly, "It's nothing. I just heard about it and asked casually."

Hearing Chu Ge's response, Chu Shiyao's expression showed obvious disappointment, but she wasn't particularly surprised by such an answer.

In her view, even if Chu Ge was skilled, since so many dojo owners were defeated, how could Chu Ge possibly win against that South Korean Taekwondo expert?

Chu Shiyao sighed again, "Brother Chu, what kind of mad wind is that South Korean catching? His strikes are way too heavy. The ones who ended up in the hospital, the least injured had three ribs broken. Some even got internal injuries. Even if they recover, they might never practice martial arts again in their lives. Sigh..."

Chu Shiyao obviously didn't expect an answer from Chu Ge and continued to grumble through clenched teeth, "Brother Chu, you didn't see the scene. Even though I see this stuff every day at the hospital, today was something I truly couldn't bear. I really hope someone steps up and kicks that South Korean lunatic into the hospital too."

Chu Ge smiled slightly, "Don't worry. Since he's so ostentatious, someone will definitely sort him out."

"Sigh, let's hope so."

While Chu Ge and Chu Shiyao discussed this matter, inside a dojo in Lidu City.

Li Zheming stood behind a middle-aged man, looking at the dojo master who was lying on the ground spitting blood from the corner of his mouth. Feeling the surrounding crowd's indignation, terror, and helplessness, he felt an exhilarating sense of satisfaction, his face full of undisguised smugness. He looked forward to challenging Li Nan's dojo even more tomorrow.

Compared to Li Zheming, the middle-aged man in front of him seemed quite calm and humble. Bowing to the recently defeated dojo master, he spoke in somewhat strangely accented Chinese.

"So this is the legendary Tai Chi Boxing? Hehe, Mr. Park has experienced it indeed. Truly profound and extraordinary, I've gained a lot."

On the ground, the dojo master's mouth twitched. Even though Park Sungjin's tone was mild, how could he not hear the heavy sarcasm in his words? This was blatant verbal face-slapping!

From when he and Park Sungjin exchanged blows to when he was kicked to the ground by Park Sungjin, it was all just under ten seconds. How could Park Sungjin have experienced anything? And gained a lot? Isn't this just insulting?

Unfortunately, he couldn't stand up right now. Even with a thousand grievances and ten thousand injustices in his heart, he couldn't say anything. Losing is losing. No matter what is said, it's self-humiliation. He could only tightly clench his fist while looking at Park Sungjin's seemingly humble face.

Park Sungjin clearly didn't expect the dojo master to say anything, so he smiled faintly, turned, and walked toward the door. Li Zheming immediately followed, excitedly speaking in Korean before they even exited, "Teacher, with these weaklings, there's no need to be so polite, right?"

Park Sungjin replied in Korean, "Zheming, do you think I'm really being polite to him? He isn't stupid. He certainly knows what I mean. Alright, let's look for the next weakling."

Park Sungjin's voice wasn't loud, but he didn't deliberately lower it either. Clearly, he wasn't concerned about whether anyone could understand Korean. After speaking, he glanced back at the dojo master on the ground and revealed a very amicable smile.

Sitting in the taxi to the next dojo, Li Zheming recalled Park Sungjin's neat and decisive leg technique earlier. Unable to contain his excitement, he started conversing with Park Sungjin in Korean.

"Teacher, it's been a while since we last met. Your leg techniques have become even more formidable. Although by tradition, you can't test for a higher rank right now, your current skill level should be above the seventh-degree black belt, wouldn't you say?"

"More or less, haha, who knows." Park Sungjin spoke in a calm tone, but there was a hint of pride in his eyes, clearly enjoying Li Zheming's compliments.

After flattering Park Sungjin a few more times, Li Zheming asked somewhat worriedly, "Teacher, you just arrived here yesterday. Don't you need to take some proper rest? After all, tomorrow's match is the most important. Why are we bothering to take down these schools one by one today?"

"Zheming, the more people we defeat today, the more attention tomorrow's match will receive. I'll help you teach a lesson to that scoundrel who won against you by foul means, so you'll have more face. Plus, after you take over that school, no one will dare trouble you anymore. I've solved your future concerns, and it will give your father a satisfactory explanation."

Thinking of how Chu Ge would be severely disciplined by Park Sungjin, Li Zheming's eyes burned with excitement, and he said quickly, "Teacher, thank you so much!"

Park Sungjin waved his hand, "Zheming, your father and I have been old friends for many years. You don't need to be so polite. Your father, although he can't stay by your side all the time, he likes you very much. If you achieve something here, he will surely be very happy and offer you more support."

Li Zheming paused, spoke both excitedly and hesitantly, "Teacher, are you saying..."

Park Sungjin patted Li Zheming's shoulder encouragingly, "Exactly, your father indeed has intentions to nurture you. It's just that you're too weak right now. Wait until you achieve sufficiently dazzling results to make your father believe you have the potential to be developed, then we'll talk about it."

Li Zheming nodded heavily, "Teacher, I understand."

"Good that you understand, but remember, Zheming, if your father calls you, don't let him know I mentioned any of this to you, or he'll certainly blame me."

"Teacher, please rest assured, I understand."

Meanwhile, with Park Sungjin's sudden appearance and his solo victories over eight martial arts schools, all martial arts businesses in Lidu City were on edge. Some even temporarily shut down their schools, fearing that Park Sungjin would show up at their doorstep next.

Chu Ge chatted with Chu Shiyao for a while. When Chu Shiyao couldn't provide any information about that Taekwondo expert, he stood up from the sofa.

"Yaoyao, I'll head back. How about you come over for dinner tonight?"

If it were the usual times, Chu Shiyao would have delightfully agreed at the prospect of dining at Chu Ge's place. But now, she forced a smile and shook her head tiredly.

"Maybe later, but I probably won't have much of an appetite by then. Just thinking about those injured people makes me feel awful."

Chu Ge nodded, said nothing more, and went straight home.

Sitting on his sofa at home, Chu Ge lit a cigarette, the glowing tip casting a cold smile on his face.

Earlier, while listening to Chu Shiyao talk about what was happening at the hospital, he kept a calm exterior, but inside, a fire was already blazing.

From the current situation, it was almost certain that the person challenging the schools was Li Zheming's teacher.

If it were just a matter of a simple spar, it would have been no big deal. But from Chu Shiyao's account, the person's actions had long exceeded the bounds of sparring; it was outright humiliation and provocation!

It was a challenge to Li Nan's school, a challenge to Chu Ge himself, a challenge to the martial arts community in Lidu City, and even to the Chinese people!

Ever since leaving his former organization and moving away from those bloody days, returning to this peaceful city, Chu Ge had been trying hard to define himself as an ordinary citizen, enjoying a quiet life. He never intended to provoke anyone and would often forgive and forget when trouble came his way.

However, this time, the actions of the others had already tested the limits of what Chu Ge could tolerate.

Initially, Chu Ge was somewhat hesitant about whether to visit Li Nan's school tomorrow, but now, at this moment, he no longer had any doubts.

He must go!

Chu Ge wanted to see if, by tomorrow, Li Zheming and his teacher would still be arrogant, or if they would finally face the consequences of their arrogance.

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