154: Inappropriate songs, Chinese Kung Fu

"Old Bu, is your lover always this wild?"

Jiang Chuan and Burji were sitting in a car, and he couldn't help but ask Burji, who was beside him, with a wry smile.

"Don't you think it's very cool?"

Hearing this, Burji looked at Jiang Chuan beside him and asked.

Jiang Chuan immediately fell silent. This guy, who seemed so upright, actually had masochistic tendencies.

The nightlife in the US was indeed livelier than the nightlife in China.

Some daring girls, having drunk too much, started taking off their tops one by one and went straight to the stage to dance.

The surrounding men also cheered excitedly, simultaneously stripping off their shirts and starting to sway.

Jiang Chuan watched this scene, indicating that he could not understand it.

Mu Qingcheng looked at this wild scene, her cheeks flushed, and she shook her head directly.

"This is?"

The atmosphere of the bar was indeed excellent; everyone's emotions were stirred up, including Jiang Chuan, something domestic bars couldn't achieve.

"Anti-Chinese Song!"

Jiang Chuan heard the bar playing a DJ rap song, and upon hearing the insulting lyrics within, his expression instantly turned grim.

Mu Qingcheng also didn't speak, the coldness in her eyes equally obvious.

"I say Yellow PZ."

"You say Oriental R."

"I say Oriental people."

"You say Sick Men of East Asia."

"HPZ."

"Oriental R."

... The bar's DJ was hyping up the atmosphere, shouting loudly.

"Shut the hell up!"

Jiang Chuan couldn't hold back and roared loudly.

Mu Qingcheng didn't speak, the rage in her eyes self-evident. Although Lin Luo was about to marry an American, hearing such words made its expression extremely grim as well.

"Get lost!"

Jiang Chuan went straight to the DJ stage, kicked the DJ aside, and immediately turned off the music.

"What's going on?"

"What is the meaning of this? I was already hyped up, and you actually turned off the music."

"Damn guy, are you trying to close down the bar?"

"Turn the music back on immediately, or I'll smash up your bar."

... When the music was cut off, the bar patrons instantly became restless and roared angrily.

"Damn guy, you're looking for death."

Jiang Chuan acted too fast; the DJ didn't react at all and was instantly kicked away. When others saw the DJ getting hit, they rushed angrily toward Jiang Chuan, wanting to teach him a severe lesson.

Bang, bang, bang.

Although these Westerners looked stronger than Jiang Chuan, they were no match for him at all, and Jiang Chuan easily subdued them in no time.

"Awoo!"

"Awoo!"

"Awoo!"

... The Young Men below the stage saw that a fight had actually started on the DJ platform. Everyone thought it was an act to hype up the atmosphere, and they immediately shouted excitedly.

"Qingcheng, your boyfriend is too impulsive, rushing straight onto the DJ stage to fight."

Lin Luo watched Jiang Chuan knock down all the staff members on the DJ platform, and at this moment, it also reacted, speaking to Mu Qingcheng beside it with a wry smile.

"I can understand him."

"An anti-Chinese song is an insult to our country, an insult to our mother. Just beating them up is already letting them off lightly."

Mu Qingcheng's attitude was very firm; no country, no place, should ever play anti-Chinese songs.

"Wow! Jiang, you are too cool! That's actually Chinese Kung Fu."

"I want to learn Chinese Kung Fu from Jiang."

Burji didn't mind Jiang Chuan fighting; instead, he looked excitedly at Jiang Chuan on the DJ platform, his eyes filled with admiration.

Lin Luo watched Burji's appearance and helplessly rubbed its forehead.

Lin Luo also knew that Burji liked Chinese culture and history, especially Chinese martial arts, which he was extremely obsessed with.

Lin Luo also knew that Burji's two favorite Chinese celebrities were two Chinese martial arts stars: Chen Long and Jet Li.

The events on the DJ platform naturally attracted the attention of the bar management.

The bar confirmed the incident immediately. Upon realizing that no one had arranged the fight, they instantly understood that someone had gone onto the DJ platform to cause trouble.

"Get rid of this guy who dares to cause trouble in our bar."

The person in charge of the bar gave the order to the security guards with a cold expression.

The security guards received the order and rushed toward Jiang Chuan, armed with electric batons or telescopic batons.

"Holy crap, this is a real fight."

"Someone is causing trouble. Does that mean I don't have to pay today? I'm leaving first then."

"Brother, I support you. Eliminate them."

"Thanks for the treat today, brother. I'm leaving now."

The Young Men below the stage saw all the bar security guards mobilized and realized that this was not a performance but someone genuinely causing trouble in the bar. They immediately cheered for Jiang Chuan.

Some people even left the bar directly, decisively choosing to skip paying their tab.

Since someone was causing trouble and no one in the bar was stopping them, when else should they leave? Were they supposed to stay and pay?

When some Young Men left, they didn't forget to sneak away some of the bar's liquor; they couldn't possibly suffer a loss.

Jiang Chuan saw the bar's security guards attacking him directly and counterattacked decisively.

Although the security guards were quite capable, they were still no match for Jiang Chuan.

"That's awesome! Brother, I wonder if you take disciples? I'm willing to become your disciple."

"Brother, you must be from China, right? Are your masters Jet Li and Chen Long?"

"Brother, is that Chinese Kung Fu?"

Naturally, many people in the bar were unwilling to leave; instead, they stayed to watch the excitement. Seeing Jiang Chuan effortlessly deal with numerous security guards, they excitedly began asking questions.

"Cool!"

"Too cool."

"Jiang, I'll come over and help you too. How about you teach me Chinese Kung Fu afterward?"

Burji looked at Jiang Chuan with even greater admiration; the powerful martial arts completely won Burji over. Burji rushed straight through the crowd and came before Jiang Chuan, wanting to fight alongside him, solely for the chance to learn Chinese Kung Fu.

Jiang Chuan looked at Burji, who had arrived in front of him, and hearing his words, couldn't help but smile wryly.

"I'll teach you later, but don't fight alongside me now. I alone am enough to deal with all of them."

Jiang Chuan didn't trust Burji, so he told him to leave immediately. He planned to face the increasing number of bar staff alone.

These bar staff knew that Jiang Chuan was very strong; some had already pulled out machetes. If they hadn't been worried about hurting other patrons, they would have pulled out their weapons and launched a sweeping attack on Jiang Chuan right then.

"Awesome!"

"Too awesome!"

"Chinese Kung Fu is the eternal god."

"I must take him as my master; I want to learn Chinese Kung Fu."

"His Kung Fu must surpass Chen Long and Jet Li. His movements flow like water, utterly defeating his enemies."

... The Young Men in the bar watched Jiang Chuan single-handedly beat down everyone in the bar, immediately shouting with great excitement. Some had even run up to Jiang Chuan, hoping he would accept them as his disciples and teach them.