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Chapter 154 The Roar Before The Battle, The Glass Shattered! Tigers Of Seoul - Han Wankui!

Listening to the babbling Goryeo in his ear, Lin Yaozu felt as if there were 800 ducks arguing, it was so ugly.

There is one thing to say, Chinese Mandarin is the most beautiful language in the world, and the others are rubbish, and no refutation is accepted.

at the same time.

Seeing that a certain person did not reply, everyone became more and more emotional, and their curses became more and more ugly.

It seems that if the opponent does not answer, it means that they have won.

A few minutes later.

Lin Yaozu, who was a little impatient, suddenly lost his temper.

"Shut up!"

This roar resounded through the sky.

Kacha~ Kacha~

Cracks appeared inexplicably on the nearby glass.

Then.

It shattered violently.

Suddenly.

Everyone only felt their ears beeping, as if they were fainted by the roar.

From this moment on.

The entire Taekwondo Hall fell into a deathly silence.

In the live broadcast room, the barrage stopped abruptly.

A few minutes later.

The barrage poured out crazily.

: "Zinima! What are you yelling like that? I was almost deafened."

: "Damn! He yelled suddenly and almost sent me away."

: "Fuck Lin Yaozu, pay for my computer, the computer I just bought, and it got flooded and burned out.

: "MMP, I dropped my cell phone in the toilet just now. Fortunately, I wiped it and it still works.

:"emmmm...the above is a tasteful barrage."

: "Wait! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Look at the glass! The glass is shattered!"

: "Relying, relying, relying.....Is this a human? With a roar, the glass shattered."

: "It's not scientific! It's not scientific!"

: "Unscientific ass! It must be that the sound frequency just happened to resonate with these glasses, so they shattered."

: Makes sense, but I don't believe it.

:

Inside the Taekwondo Headquarters.

Lin Yaozu's sharp eyes swept across the audience.

Finally, he stared at the old man who was a young bird just now.

"Old man, you can speak Chinese, then you will be the interpreter!"

"Solemnly declare that the language of Bangzi is totally incomprehensible to Quan."

"So, in front of the master, speak Chinese, or else, just shut up.

"Also, don't gossip about that bitch."

"If you have the ability, go to the ring and speak with your fists."

After finishing speaking, he took a picture of life and death on the table beside him.

Step onto the ring and start waiting.

On the other side, the old man's face flushed red, his hair was flying with anger, and he almost died of anger on the spot.

He, Zheng Riying, the president of the majestic Taekwondo Federation, has an extremely noble status.

This year he is seventy-three years old.

On weekdays, whether it is the upper class or the lower class.

In front of him, they are all humble and respectful.

He never expected that one day, in his base camp, he would be so humiliated by a young man from Huaguo.

It's fine to scold him, and I want him to be an interpreter.

It is tolerable, which is unbearable.

Anyway, President Zheng couldn't take it anymore, he stretched out his hand, pointed at someone, and reprimanded him righteously.

"Junior, old man Zheng Riying, three out of seventy this year, at least he is also your grandfather's."

"It's fine if you don't respect me as Grandpa Zheng!"

"How dare you insult me ​​like that?"

Hearing this, Lin Yaozu let out a breath and opened his mouth lazily.

"You? Just an old dog!"

"Do you still want to be the elder of the master?"

"hehe!"

"You do not deserve!"

"Seventy-three? What about seventy-three?"

"As the saying goes, seven, three, eight, four are the hurdles, and the Lord is your hurdle."

"That's why, when you see Master, hurry up and kowtow, otherwise, you won't be able to pass that hurdle.

Hearing this, the old man was so angry that he no longer used Chinese, but began to curse in the Korean language he is best at.

Unfortunately, he forgot what Lin Yaozu said at the beginning, someone can't understand Goryeo.

Not far away, many museum owners also spoke out and cursed at someone.

One is louder than the other, and more vicious than the other.

After all, Mr. Zheng is the president of the Taekwondo Federation [Super big shot.

If you don't flatter the horse at this time and leave a good impression, when will you wait?

Faced with this scene, Lin Yaozu was also a little helpless.

None of the group of dogs in front of me signed the contract, so it was quite helpless to talk about it on the sidelines.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he can't take the initiative to make a move.

Otherwise, with the temperament of this group of Korean dogs, they will definitely take the opportunity to bite them and cause trouble like crazy.

At this moment, he regretted it a little.

If I had known it earlier, I wouldn’t have tried it last night, and Liu Translator would not have been tormented by himself.

Unfortunately, facing the self-recommendation of a beautiful translator last night, Lin Yaozu couldn't resist the temptation and chose to have sex.

……… Ask for flowers……

Eh!

As the saying goes, it is true, there is a knife on the head of Sezi.

It hurts money and delays things.

After a while.

The more the group of dogs scolded, the happier they became, as if they were showing off, they couldn't stop at all.

As if defeating someone verbally is a real victory.

Seeing this, Lin Yaozu simply found a stool, carried it onto the ring, sat on it, and watched quietly.

There was contempt in his eyes, and disdain was drawn on the corners of his mouth.

In addition, he stretched out his middle finger from time to time to provoke him again.

Get angry at being scolded?

Lin Yaozu thinks not at all!

After all, these are a group of crippled people who are about to be completely paralyzed.

For such a useless person, someone is quite tolerant.

half an hour later.

Those dogs were still cursing.

In the live broadcast room, netizens from all over the world were a little impatient.

: "Aren't these Koreans running out of words? Will they swear in the street? They signed their names and entered the ring!"

: "One thing to say, this wave I support Lin Yaozu, these dogs are really cowardly, they only open their mouths.

: "A group of kings with strong mouths, you guys are the best! I know BB, the uncle is tired of hearing it."

: "You agreed to fight in the arena, you listened to the master for half an hour and formed a group to scold the street?"

:

Even those Korean netizens and black fans couldn't sit still anymore, they flocked to various social platforms one after another.

The message urges those taekwondo masters to come on stage as soon as possible and kill Lin Yaozu.

After a while.

Someone from a certain taekwondo gym ran to President Zheng's ear and hurriedly reported the situation.

So far, the cursing is over.

Seeing President Zheng stop, everyone also stopped, licking their lips dryly.

To be honest, after scolding for more than half an hour, I was really thirsty.

A few minutes later.

Chairman Zheng asked a question in Korean.

"You guys, who will play first? (Korean language)"

hear this.

A super big man with a height of 2 meters and muscles all over his body raised his hand.

"Let me come! (Koreo)"

Seeing this person, the elders of the meeting showed a smile on their faces.

"It turned out to be you, Bear of Seoul ~ Han Wankui.

"Good good!"

"The old man is optimistic about your pill!".