113: The Japanese were terrified and knelt down; this person was too amazing!

Monk rubbed his forehead again.

"What, it fell down?"

"Sigh, didn't the benefactor say it was 'almost'? In the end, wasn't everything fine?"

"Rest assured, This Poor Monk knows what he's doing."

"Please understand, benefactor. After all, it's getting dark, and it's indeed hard to see clearly."

Lin Pei was stunned.

What kind of nonsense was Master Monk talking about in broad daylight?

He squinted at Monk and found the problem.

"Master Monk, would you like to take off your sunglasses before continuing the repairs?"

Monk took a deep puff of his cigarette.

"It's no use, benefactor."

"Did you forget? I'm colorblind."

"..."

Lin Pei's heart skipped a beat.

He had heard that Master Monk was a martial arts master; could this state be due to some cultivation gone wrong, like a qi deviation?

He remembered that Ouyang Feng from a famous Dragon Kingdom martial arts novel practiced a 'Toad Skill' that descended from the sky and eventually went crazy.

Could Master Monk be practicing that too?

Or was Master Monk so distressed by the repair costs that his mind was becoming hazy?

Just as he was thinking, a scream suddenly came from the crowd not far away.

"Mommy, mommy, mommy..."

Everyone, including the curious Japanese people, rushed over.

Stephen Chow got there first and found that the one screaming was a female Set Assistant from the same crew.

"Hey, stop shouting first."

"What's wrong with your mother? Call an ambulance first."

"I'll give you time off, go back and check quickly!"

The female Set Assistant was a bit anxious.

"Director, it's not about my mom."

"Quick, look at this iron plate!"

Everyone looked over.

This seemed to be the one they saw on the ceiling earlier, the one that just fell down?

Stephen Chow touched his head with lingering fear.

"Hiss, no wonder Master Monk said it cuts through iron like butter; it really does."

"Damn, it even cut a big hole in the floor."

Everyone was shaken.

"My god, as expected of a martial arts Monk's tool, this is too powerful!"

"That was a close call just now. If it wasn't for Big Brother's kick, Star Lord would have been sliced in two."

"So amazing, Big Brother's foot is actually fine?"

"Is it really fine? Why do I feel like Brother Lin has gotten a bit shorter?"

"Uh, you suspect Brother Lin's foot was cut off and he's still looking so calm? How ruthless would that be?"

"It's not impossible. Is there anyone in the Dragon Kingdom more ruthless than Brother Lin? There are too many people surrounding him, I can't see his feet."

"Everyone, Brother Lin isn't shorter, his legs just aren't straight..."

"..."

The Set Assistant let out a long sigh.

"Director, that's not the point."

"Look at this iron plate, is there a footprint on it?"

"This, this, this, this..."

Stephen Chow frowned as he crouched down to look.

"What 'this' is 'this'? 'This, this, this'."

"Can you speak plainly, sister?"

The Set Assistant finally got her tongue straight, "Director, could this footprint have been left by Big Brother just now?"

At this, everyone's eyes widened.

Hiss.

There was indeed a large indentation on it, which did look like part of a footprint.

The middle part of the iron plate was two centimeters thick, and the footprint was also about two centimeters deep, almost punching through.

Stephen Chow wasn't shocked for long.

"I say, were you late? Were you not at the scene just now?"

"Of course this is Big Brother's footprint."

"Surprised? Big Brother kicked through the ceiling, didn't you know?"

The female Set Assistant was dumbfounded.

She was indeed late. When she arrived, she saw Lin Pei competing with the Japanese Team Members, taking on the Japanese men, women, young, and old single-handedly.

How could she have known Lin Pei was so powerful that he even kicked through the ceiling?

Is that for real?

The Japanese Team Members' jaws dropped even further.

What does this mean?

Those Dragon Kingdom people weren't lying to them? This Dragon Kingdom man really kicked through the roof.

baka, how is that possible? How much strength would that take?

Stephen Chow raised his eyebrows.

"Oh, what a pity, none of you saw it."

"It's impossible to have Big Brother kick another hole for you to see."

"But this iron piece can still prove it was kicked through by my Big Brother."

Stephen Chow picked up the iron piece and found he couldn't move it with one hand.

Whoa, as expected of a block of iron, it's quite heavy.

If this fell down, it would be a miracle if it didn't kill someone.

As expected of his Big Brother, he sent this thing flying with one kick.

He struggled to carry the iron block to Lin Pei, looking at him excitedly.

"Big Brother, lift your foot."

Lin Pei had just picked up a phone call and hadn't noticed what happened in the area.

Seeing Stephen Chow carrying the iron piece over, he narrowed his eyes.

"Why lift my foot? To help you crush it?"

After he spoke, not only Stephen Chow, but everyone was shocked.

Crushing iron with a foot—is that something a normal person would say?

This was even more mind-blowing than kicking through the ceiling.

"Big Brother, stop joking."

Stephen Chow directly lifted Lin Pei's foot and placed it on the iron piece.

The next second, the Japanese Goalkeeper, with his almost non-existent eye slits, spoke first.

"It doesn't match at all. This isn't his footprint at all."

The Japanese people's jaws retracted.

Looking closely, Lin Pei's shoe and the mark on the iron piece didn't match at all.

These Dragon Kingdom people were indeed playing tricks, giving them a scare for nothing.

Stephen Chow's brow was tightly furrowed, but he soon discovered the problem.

He scratched his head and curled his lips into a grin.

"Sorry everyone, I put it on the wrong side."

Saying that, he picked up Lin Pei's other foot and pressed it on.

Soon, everyone present gasped.

Because this time, the partial footprint on the iron piece perfectly matched Lin Pei's shoe.

Even the shape of the protrusion on the foot was exactly the same, without the slightest discrepancy.

The Japanese people's jaws dropped once again.

Then came a series of "thud" sounds as the Japanese people naturally fell to their knees.

Half were truly stunned, and half were terrified.

No joke, they didn't want this Dragon Kingdom man to help them kneel.

If this foot kicked their knees, they'd have to rely on prosthetic limbs for the rest of their lives.

If the Dragon Kingdom man intentionally missed and accidentally kicked their upper body, they'd spend the rest of their lives in small boxes.

Kimura, lying on the stretcher nearby, finally burst into tears.

So this Dragon Kingdom man really is this powerful!

baka.

After being ridiculed by his compatriots these past few days, he had started to doubt himself, feeling as fragile as an eggshell.

But what was the truth?

It turns out he's exceptionally good at taking a kick; his body is as tough as steel!

If an average person took a kick from this Dragon Kingdom man, they'd likely have lost their life long ago.

Yet he was at least still alive!

Looking around, the way everyone looked at him had indeed undergone a major shift, filled with admiration.

It was as if they were looking at a tough guy whose fate was so strong even the Grim Reaper wouldn't take him.

The Goalkeeper, while kneeling, started poking at his eyes again.

Nani? It was just the left and right feet swapped; why didn't he see it?

Had his eye gunk grown back?

Or had the swelling in his eyes gone down, making them larger but less focused?

Absolutely not!

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