82: Chapter 82 Persuasion

It was too late now; he had been arrogant in front of them earlier, and now they found him quite an eyesore, likely wanting nothing to do with him.

Thinking of this, he felt terrible.

He yanked at his hair in frustration and, in a foul mood, walked up to their coach: "I've provoked Qin Feng. Tell me, what should I do now?" He seemed quite distressed, primarily because he had angered Qin Feng and feared he would suffer the consequences.

This was still China's turf, and Qin Feng had a massive number of fans. If those fans decided to hold him accountable, would he even be able to survive?

The coach glanced at him. "I warned you from the beginning that his abilities were not to be underestimated. Not only did you ignore me, but you insisted on provoking him. Now you come to me feeling aggrieved? Do you think I have any way to save you now?" The coach was also helpless; he sighed, truly having no solution at this point.

If he had a way, would he be dragging his feet like this?

He had heard that Qin Feng's temper was not to be trifled with; if he flew into a rage, he was the type who would stop at nothing.

He acted on impulse, and if they ended up with such a person, they had only their own previous arrogance to blame.

Park Tae-ji felt as if the sky were falling. He said aggrievedly, "I truly didn't expect his ability to be so astonishing! Even the 'Gas Tank,' who is considered a genius, was no match for him after encountering him."

"I have watched Qin Feng's previous performances. I knew his abilities were strong, and I knew he had immense talent in various sports! But I never imagined that he seemed to be proficient in everything. Is there anything in this world he isn't good at?"

He was going bald from the stress!

The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became.

It left him in a state of emotional collapse.

He lowered his head.

The coach glanced at him: "What's done is done. Thinking about changing it now won't change anything. You might as well stop trying to curry favor with him."

"But you'd better be careful in the future. If you act recklessly again, see if I don't dare to finish you off myself, you brat!"

The coach reached out and poked him on the head a couple of times.

"Let this time be a lesson. Keep these lessons in mind and don't provoke that person. As for the rest of the Chinese, feel free to provoke them however you like. With their third-rate skills, what right do they have to compare with us?"

That coach was purely looking down on everyone else.

In his eyes, apart from Qin Feng's formidable ability, the rest of China was just a bunch of clowns. Since they were clowns, why did they need to show any regard for them?

They could mock them as much as they wanted!

Park Tae-ji benefited greatly: "I understand. Thank you for the reminder, Coach."

The competitors from their country were so ruthless that they would even attack their own teammates and torment others maniacally, let alone people from other countries.

Park Tae-ji had been a bit nervous just a moment ago, but under the coach's persuasion, the last bit of tension in his heart gradually eased.

He became full of self-confidence.

Getting carried away, he saw the Chinese contestants, and his eyes were filled with irrepressible disdain.

He looked them up and down.

"Tsk tsk." His mouth twisted slightly.

The Chinese people were somewhat angry. They felt that the other party simply did not understand the meaning of the word 'respect'!

Especially that look in his eyes; it inevitably made everyone feel uncomfortable.

No way!

What exactly was their deal now?

"Are you sick in the head?"

"I'm just looking at you, why are you suddenly getting angry? I have to say, it's bad enough that you Chinese are ugly and incompetent, but you also fly into a rage at the slightest provocation." Park Tae-ji was the classic type who wouldn't shed tears until he saw the coffin.

Upon learning that everyone except Qin Feng could be mocked at will, this guy became even worse. Without any regard for his image, he started a frenzied, malicious attack as soon as he stepped up.

It must be said that this guy's behavior was extremely punchable!

How could the Chinese people swallow this insult?

The other party was already bullying them unscrupulously; if they acted like fools, wouldn't that be a total loss of face?

Therefore, the Chinese with a backbone stepped forward, grabbed him by the collar, and asked angrily: "What do you mean by that? Explain yourself clearly!"

"Have you never been beaten by society, that you dare to come here and pull a stunt like this?"

"Can you not act so disgusting?"

The Chinese were relatively polite at first.

They didn't want to escalate things, but they also wanted to tell the other party that while they didn't look for trouble, that didn't mean they were afraid of it!

Park Tae-ji acted high and mighty: "Was my behavior disgusting? You Chinese are disgusting to begin with; I'm just speaking the truth. What, you can't handle it now? If you can't take it, you'll just have to suck it up!"

"Besides, I am a guest of you Chinese. If you dare to lay a hand on me, I will tell the public about this! The public will surely stand up for me." Park Tae-ji really hadn't been beaten by society. Otherwise, he certainly wouldn't have dared to be so arrogant.

However, arrogant as he was, these people didn't intend to let Park Tae-ji off easily.

He was the one who deliberately targeted them first.

"Is that so?"

"You say we Chinese are disgusting? And you're mocking us with your words! You still have the nerve to call yourself a guest? Is there any guest as shameless as you?"

At that moment, everyone was filled with fury.

Consumed by rage, they could no longer suppress the fire in their chests; they wanted to settle the score with this shameless guy in front of them.

He liked to clamor, didn't he?

He liked to pull this disgusting stunt in front of the Chinese, right?

One of the Chinese was recording a video, documenting every word that came out of this Kimchi Country person's mouth, just to keep evidence.

Lest certain people try to deny it later, which would be troublesome.

At the time.

This guy didn't realize the danger.

He was still quite smug: "The only one I respect is Qin Feng. The rest of you are just a pile of trash. As trash, stop clamoring in front of me!"

"I don't even understand how you bunch of people, who would be useless without Qin Feng, have the nerve to nag in front of me?"

He thoroughly enjoyed this feeling.

He enjoyed being mocked and ridiculed by all these people.

But the Chinese were always 'lick-dogs' anyway.

Even now that he had attacked the Chinese like this, he was sure there would still be some idiots rushing to wash his reputation clean.

With the help of these idiots, he firmly believed that he would still be able to return to Kimchi Country unscathed.

He had originally been feeling puzzled.