The School Beauty’s Super Rogue

Chapter 1307 - 1302: Xinmu Beats Up Wulang

Indeed, the brainless fans are both foolish and unreasonable.

But this does not mean that each of them is a masochist.

As Huaxia people, being insulted by a foreigner like this, even if it’s an idol, many brainless girls feel it’s unbearable, and some of their expressions change.

However, Wulang paid no attention to this, his flushed face full of madness, he gritted his teeth and said: "After all these years, you Huaxia are still so lowly. If this competition were held in Japan, I would definitely win, and you would have to admit it!"

"Bah!"

Xinmu spat a thick phlegm, cursing: "Loser scum, even your fans have turned against you, and you’re still going crazy, disgusting devil!"

Ah Sang also had a face full of disdain, to be as lousy a person as Wulang really is pathetic.

Wulang was enraged, with reddened eyes, he shouted: "What do you two bottom-level trash in society understand! Do you know what a piano is, what art is!"

"They don’t understand, but I do!"

At this time, a bespectacled girl walked out from the fan club.

She raised her hand and said: "I’m a student of Xinghai Music Academy, I have a professional-level piano certificate, and I also think that you, Mr. Wu Lang, lost the competition. Your performance is really disheartening."

"Hahaha! Get lost, you shill!"

Seeing this girl walk out from the fan club, Wulang got angrier, completely lost his mind, and shouted madly: "Bitch! You women are all bitches! No, you Huaxia people are all scum!"

With this statement, it’s hard not to provoke public anger.

Whether it’s passersby, the fan club, or even the security nearby, they all glared angrily at Wulang.

Even if they admire Wulang’s status.

But, putting themselves in another position, all present are Huaxia people, why let a devil babble on?

At this moment, only Wulang’s laughter echoed in the field, and everywhere seemed quite quiet.

However, hidden under the quiet atmosphere were pairs of angry eyes, and the weight of all these eyes together felt as heavy as a mountain.

Wulang seemed not to see it, angrily saying: "Lowly scum! What are you looking at! Come on, come at me if you dare!"

"Damn it! I’m gonna kill you!"

A loud shout came from outside the airport, and the crowd of passersby quickly stepped aside to make way, only to see seven or eight middle-aged men with clubs coming over.

In such a situation, carrying weapons is a very dangerous thing.

But those few men turned a blind eye, and after stepping forward were glaring at Wulang.

"Little brother, you’re here!"

Sister Hua saw the men and immediately went up to hold the lead man’s hand.

The man was full of anger: "Sister, just tell me, do I need to take care of this damned devil!"

Sister Hua awkwardly shook her head, looking at Qin Hao with an apologetic gaze.

Originally, she called her brother over to deal with Qin Hao.

But now it seemed that everything had nothing to do with Qin Hao anymore.

And mainly, she felt no resentment towards Qin Hao anymore, only deep admiration was left.

Such a great pianist, Sister Hua felt the heartache, not the mood to bully?

"No... little brother, I just called you to come over, why did you bring weapons! This is an airport!"

Sister Hua was a bit anxious, kindly advising: "Just leave first, you can’t move Wulang, he’s a well-known figure in Japan..."

"Bah! Just a devil!"

Little brother cursed, but he still put away the club.

They looked fierce in society, but they weren’t fools.

There are some people in this business they dare not provoke.

And foreign friends are among them.

As for top-notch celebrities like Wulang, they had to tuck their tails between their legs.

So, when Sister Hua gave a way out, little brother didn’t hesitate to take it.

The concession of little brother did not mean Wulang would let things go, he sneered coldly: "Oh! So this is your Huaxia way of hospitality, looks like I have to contact my country’s embassy and ask them to inquire about your government’s specific situation!"

With this remark, little brother instantly turned pale.

To put it bluntly, he was just a small hooligan from the suburbs nearby, usually bullying honest people who were alone.

If things got out of hand, he had no ability to solve it.

And if things reached the level of alerting the embassy, then it became a confrontation between nations.

As a small character, regardless of winning or losing, he would become a sacrificial pawn.

Doomed!

Thinking of this, little brother’s face turned pale, no longer as arrogant as before, and deep regret filled his heart, wondering why he came over just to be doomed!

Little brother’s expression made Wulang even more inflated.

He turned and coldly surveyed everyone around: "A bunch of gutless trash, fitting to be Sino dogs!"

Everyone was furious but dared not step forward, after all, he wasn’t wrong, injuring an ordinary foreigner was one thing, but a foreign celebrity, that was another story.

Everyone could only be angry but dared not speak.

"A bunch of Sino trash, don’t waste my time, get out of the way!"

Wulang, seeing his boasting was about right, yelled a sentence and pushed Sister Hua away forcefully.

Seeing this, little brother and others went over to help Sister Hua up, not daring to stop him.

Wulang, holding his head up high, like a proud peacock, headed to the airport.

Everyone watching his back, their hearts bleeding.

Just like this.

Are we just going to let this Japanese devil leave?

Does it mean that we Huaxia cannot fight back even when trampled on?

This feeling of helplessness evolved into—humiliation!

Suddenly, the sense of humiliation wrapped around everyone’s head. Every person had red eyes, gritted teeth, trembling with anger.

Wulang had lived a life being an "excellent" person, praised by countless parents.

However, he had never experienced a truly unbridled feeling.

Now, he felt it.

To humiliate them in front of so many people, yet they dared not strike back...

If this isn’t showing off, what is? Isn’t this enjoyment?

Just when Wulang was overjoyed at his successful bragging.

A figure chased him from behind, like a train crashing into Wulang’s back.

In an instant, Wulang was hit and flew out, crashing into the spring door of the airport, making a "bang" sound.

Slipping down from the window to the ground, Wulang’s entire being had gone soft.

His head was dizzy, eyes blurry, blood flowed from his nostrils, his body trembled out of pain.

"You... you dare hit me?"

In his dazed state, he saw a figure standing in front of him, tall and burly, with a face full of anger.

"You lowly Huaxia person!"

Wulang didn’t expect this, he yelled curses at the top of his lungs.

The next moment, the towering figure stepped on Wulang’s hand.

Crack!

With a loud noise, Wulang clutched his arm and screamed in agony: "Ah! My hand! My hand is broken!"

Wulang’s piercing scream made everyone suddenly realize, looking at that towering figure in disbelief.