Chapter 274 The Biggest Winner
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The thin, bespectacled man looked like a student. Around him were loud shouts from the islanders, but his face showed no fear; instead, it was filled with anger.
"I didn't expect any Chinese person to actually step forward!" The bare-chested islander man was very excited and rubbed his hands together.
The male student walked towards where the national flag had been torn into two halves and trampled on the ground. His face gradually lost its anger, replaced by a heavy expression.
Bending down, he picked up the two half-flag pieces covered in footprints as if they were treasures, carefully folded them, and put them in his pocket.
"Coward!" The islander man shouted again. The crowd followed him, shouting in unison.
The male student's eyes brimmed with endless humiliation. While Han Xin could endure the insult to his person, he couldn't tolerate this, especially when it involved his homeland.
So, the male student raised his hand and gave that detestable islander man a heavy slap!
However, since the islander man was standing here, he wasn’t just talk. Seeing the Chinese male student move, a teasing look flashed in his eyes; he lifted an arm to block the slap, then kicked out with his foot forcefully, hitting the student's chest.
The male student was merely a scholar who had come to study on this island and couldn't withstand such a heavy kick from a karate expert. His chest felt like it had been hit by a hammer; he flew up in the air!
"Sick man! Fragile!" The islander spat disdainfully.
The male student was kicked flying five or six meters and seemed about to fall off the three-meter-high platform.
Given this force, if he fell hard, it would definitely result in serious injuries!
The surrounding islanders continued their frenzied shouts as though they were eagerly hoping to see the Chinese boy get hurt badly.
Dong Lixing knew that standing up bravely this time would lead to such a consequence. Therefore, when he was kicked away, he did not panic but looked at the islander man with indifference; in his heart, he understood that all those past wrongs they had inflicted would be returned sooner or later.
But just as Dong Lixing thought he was going to fall hard, someone caught him mid-air and set him down firmly on the ground.
The smile on the face before his eyes at this moment carried a sense of encouragement.
This person was a compatriot from China; through their eyes and expressions, Dong Lixing clearly recognized it.
At that moment, he wasn’t alone.
"Well done," Wang Zheng said as he put Dong Lixing down and patted his shoulder.
"Thank you!" Dong Lilin, clutching his sore chest where he had been kicked, nodded.
"Take good care of the national flag." Wang Zheng patted him on the shoulder once again.
"I will."
“Chinese, come up here!” Seeing this, the man from the island nation flipped off his middle finger at Wang Zheng and beckoned to him.
"Go up! Go up!" The surrounding onlookers from the island nation began shouting loudly.
Wang Zheng paid no attention to the insulting shouts around him. He turned around, took a step at a time, and walked onto the stone platform.
Dong Lilin watched this back figure; he knew that this was what he should become – how a Chinese man ought to be.
Of course, Dong Lilin, who was studying in the island nation at the time, did not know that the Chinese man who had just saved him had once beaten up his brother, Dong Lilwen, in Beijing.
Wang Zheng stood on the platform with an expressionless face while the man from the island nation wore a disdainful sneer.
A sneer of contempt.
"Do you want to take revenge Weakling from East Asia Hahaha!" The man laughed arrogantly and disdainfully.
As he spoke, this man suddenly lunged. A standard karate roundhouse kick aimed straight for Wang Zheng's head!
By the force and speed of it, this man must be a skilled fighter! If that kick hit Wang Zheng squarely on his head, even he wouldn't escape with just minor injuries!
"You go to hell!" The man from the island nation roared.
In that moment, Wang Zheng's body suddenly moved as well!
Twisting and sidestepping, a simple yet incredibly effective roundhouse kick landed on this man’s back with tremendous force!
The dull thud echoed out; the man was sent flying like a broken kite, spewing blood from his mouth. He fell off the high platform far away.
With just one move, Wang Zheng easily defeated this so-called skilled fighter of the island nation.
The onlookers from the island nation below began to stir in commotion; they never would have imagined that a Chinese man who didn’t know when to quit would actually stand up and disrupt their event at such a time!
That man stood there with an arrogant and defiant expression, coldly regarding them.
"Who is the sick man of East Asia" Wang Zheng asked with a cold smile. His voice wasn't loud, but everyone in the venue could hear it.
Dong Lixing's eyes were filled with fervor; at this moment, he was destined to become Wang Zheng's idol.
The Japanese people were stunned and panicked because they suddenly realized that no one dared to step forward to challenge this powerful Chinese man.
Seeing the expressions of the Japanese men and women, Wang Zheng smiled, a smile filled with joy and arrogance.
"A nation rooted in bullying the weak and fearing the strong has nothing to be afraid of." Pointing at the people below, Wang Zheng said arrogantly: "You will never be the match for China."
After saying this, Wang Zheng slowly walked down from the high platform and told Dong Lixin, "Actually, they are not scary. You did well."
Dong Lixin nodded vigorously.
As Wang Zheng turned to walk away, a path opened automatically in the direction he was walking among the crowded Japanese people, no one dared to block him.
Wang Zheng casually walked out. He did not care about those fearful and terrified gazes. Walking tall and straight through the crowd of short Japanese people, although he was alone, it gave onlookers a feeling of grandeur.
No one could stop him; no one dared to stop him.
Wang Zheng approached a person holding an insulting banner about China. He took down the banner and forcefully tore it in two with his hands!
The Japanese man who had been holding the banner was trembling as he watched Wang Zheng's actions, not daring to intervene even once.
Wang Zheng glanced at him with pity but did not take action. He wasn't interested enough to take action against a person like this.
Step by step, Wang Zheng took down every banner and tore them apart. Everyone on the street was watching him in silence; it was frighteningly quiet.
After tearing down all the banners and slogans, Wang Zheng walked up to the karate expert he had previously kicked away. The man's ribs were probably broken several times, his spine likely fractured; even if he survived, he wouldn't be able to stand again.
"The weak always like to cloak themselves in an appearance of strength."
Wang Zheng threw out this mocking remark and left without caring whether the injured man understood or not.
A dark figure stood on the bell tower at a street corner, quietly observing everything. When he saw Wang Zheng leave, he also turned to go downstairs.
Five days had passed in a blink.
The domestic campaign in Huaxia to抵製the island country's goods is ongoing, and it seems that this time the people of Huaxia have truly strengthened their resolve. The slogan supporting national products can be heard everywhere, and even more so, this spontaneous collective action has caused a sharp decline in sales for some European and American luxury brands in Huaxia.
Today is also the funeral of Matsushima Mugetsu, the renowned old man from the island country.
No one knows who leaked the news about Matsushima Mugetsu's death, but many people from the island country spontaneously came to his grave for the funeral. It seems that Matsushima enjoys a very high reputation in his homeland, as there are more than a thousand people dressed in black attending the ceremony.
Kawasaki Hidetake is also standing at the back of the line wearing a black suit, with his head slightly lowered and no expression on his face.
Standing beside him is a man in a dark jacket and a black baseball cap. The brim of the hat is pulled low, making it hard to see his features clearly.
"Using someone else's knife to kill, you're quite skilled at this tactic," the man with the baseball cap suddenly spoke up beside Kawasaki Hidetake. He did not turn his head and seemed to be talking to thin air or simply muttering to himself.
"Friend, what are you saying" Kawasaki Hidetake asked in return.
"I'm saying that you used the knife of people from Huaxia to kill Matsushima Mugetsu."
Upon hearing this, Kawasaki Hidetake was startled. He immediately placed his hand on the handle of his gun but remained calm and said, "What are you talking about I don't understand what you mean."
"Stop pretending to be clueless, Young Master of the Iga Clan," the man with the baseball cap turned around, revealing himself as Wang Zheng!
Kawasaki Hidetake clearly remembered this face; it was this man who accompanied Ke Yan to the island country and was later held hostage by him. It was also this man who wreaked havoc at the port of Yokohama, causing dozens of elite soldiers from the island country to die by gunfire; and finally, it was this man who killed Matsushima Mugetsu.
Before Kawasaki Hidetake could shout for help, Wang Zheng slowly spoke up: "Kawasaki Hidetake, you'd better not have any other ideas. Otherwise, the consequences will be rather unpleasant."
Kawasaki Hidetake immediately felt a sharp and thin object piercing through his suit and pressing against his waist. He wisely decided to abandon his idea of shouting for help.
"What do you want" Kawasaki Hidetake asked coldly.
"You don't want me to expose your secrets, right" Wang Zheng's lips curled slightly as he said softly: "After all the calculations, it turns out that you're the biggest winner. Using people from Huaxia’s hands, you destroyed Mad Sword Clan and killed Matsushima Mugetsu. Now there are no more obstacles for the revival of Iga Clan."
"This is just your wild guess," Kawasaki Hidetake dared not move with a needle pressing against his waist.
"So what"
Wang Zheng's finger moved slightly, causing the long needle in his hand to penetrate another inch. Kawasaki Hidetake felt an intense pain and it was as if all of his strength would flow out through this needle!
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