87: Chapter 84, is it giving you face?

Just then, several SUVs arrived from behind, and a dozen people hopped out in a flurry.

They were all foreigners, though there was one who looked Asian, with a hint of mixed heritage.

Li Changsheng scanned the group and frowned.

"Mr. Peterman, what is the meaning of this?" Li Changsheng did not quite understand the group's intentions.

Such a large group swarming into this small village seemed very strange no matter how he looked at it.

"Er, please don't misunderstand. We are a film crew from the US DCI company's exploration program. We came here to make a documentary titled 'Searching for Mysterious Chinese Kung Fu'. We are a film crew, not bad guys."

Peterman explained hurriedly. Seeing the Chinese youth before him still wearing a look of scrutiny, he quickly added:

"Look, we have several scholars who specialize in the East here, Professor Thomas and Professor Howard. This is our first stop, to film the mysterious Chinese Kung Fu inside the mysterious Wudang Mountain. Later, we will also go to places like Shaolin and Emei Sect in China."

"Is that so? However, I don't have the time. If you are looking for accommodation, perhaps you can go to the town or the city; it's not far from Wudang Mountain. And I believe they can easily accommodate you there."

Seeing that they were not troublemakers, Li Changsheng's tone softened slightly, though he had no interest in hosting this group of foreigners.

It had been decades since those days; the national self-confidence of the Chinese people had long since strengthened. In some places, seeing foreigners might still be considered a novelty.

He often saw all kinds of foreigners in Shenzhen, and he was long since tired of it. They all had two eyes and one head; there was nothing strange about them.

Furthermore, he really didn't have the time to deal with them; his daily schedule was packed.

Seeing Li Changsheng about to leave, Peterman spoke a flurry of words with the foreigners behind him, then quickly said:

"Please, you must help us. Our team will pay a certain fee."

Peterman reached out to block Li Changsheng's path, his attitude remaining resolute.

He had no choice; the professors on the team were very strict. They said that in order to reflect the mysteriousness of the East, they wouldn't film in modern places. This kind of countryside seemed to be good material that could add a bit of mystery.

"Mr. Peterman, this is not polite behavior. Please move aside; I am very busy!"

Li Changsheng's tone was already turning unkind; he was not going to indulge this group.

"Sir, we can offer a tip of three hundred US dollars. I believe this is a considerable amount for you, so..."

Peterman wanted to continue asking Li Changsheng for his services, but Li Changsheng already said coldly: "Move aside, I don't have time!"

"Sir, we are very sincere..."

"Move aside, I don't want to say it a third time!"

"Don't worry, we won't delay you much..."

Peterman wanted to say something else, but the next instant, he saw Li Changsheng take a stride, his body moving like an agile monkey. His legs quickly exerted an explosive force, and his figure bypassed Peterman, suddenly rushing out a meter or two.

Like a galloping horse or a trampling tiger, it was clearly the Arrow Piercing Step from Xingyi.

Peterman hadn't even reacted, and the person had already bypassed him, leaving him stunned on the spot.

After bypassing the man, Li Changsheng walked away. He had plenty of Chinese Kung Fu to practice every day, and he still had to guide the little old lady.

Compared to this tip, Li Changsheng felt that accompanying the little old lady was more important.

Moreover, arranging for such a large group and being responsible for negotiating with the villagers would take several hours to settle.

However, Li Changsheng ignored them and continued walking calmly, but Peterman and the seven or eight people behind him saw this scene and their eyes lit up.

The two professors studying Chinese culture behind them began to converse incessantly.

"Oh my God, God, is this Chinese Kung Fu?"

"I didn't expect that a random Chinese person we met would know Chinese Kung Fu. It seems that all Chinese people really do know Chinese Kung Fu!"

The professors and the film crew were discussing it with great interest, while Peterman signaled to the two other muscular black men at his side.

The few understood and quickly quickened their pace to block Li Changsheng's path again.

"Sir, was that Chinese Kung Fu you just used?" Peterman spoke very bluntly, saying directly: "It's like this, I am the security personnel for the film crew, but clearly, your behavior just now might make me lose my job!"

Peterman saying this was naturally nonsense; it was impossible to lose his job so easily.

After all, the film crew were all Americans, and Peterman was also an American who was well-versed in China, so he belonged to their own circle.

It was just Peterman's own pride at work.

He came from the MPRI security company; those who came from this company almost all served global tycoons and were bodyguards for big billionaires.

And he himself was not only proficient in various types of firearms and shooting, but also proficient in various types of combat and Grappling, such as Krav Maga, Boxing, and Karate.

Along the way, listening to this group of professors mention magical Chinese Kung Fu, his ears were almost calloused from hearing it.

But in his view, the professors were too ignorant.

The professors didn't understand the reality of Chinese Kung Fu, but he knew very well that it was just flowery fists and embroidered legs.

In the past, when he provided security services for big bosses across various countries, he almost never saw Asians appear. Occasionally, a few who learned "Kung Fu" said they were practicing some kind of Chinese Kickboxing.

As a result, they were knocked down by his Krav Maga in a few moves.

Even the tycoon who hired him at the time opened a betting pool to compete against another tycoon's Chinese bodyguard. As a result, they fought three matches and crippled all three of the other side's people.

The other tycoon had to honestly lose the money, leaving with a grim face and looking dejected.

Since then, the business of some Chinese Kung Fu bodyguards could hardly be carried out in the circle. Looking around, they were either American-descent or African-descent; occasionally, a few Asians were Korean-descent or Japanese-descent.

He even heard that several PMCs opened by Asian bosses went bankrupt one after another, and in the end, they had no choice but to take private jobs to support their families.

Therefore, Peterman now wanted to expose the disguise of Chinese Kung Fu in front of this group of professors.

"Do you want to die?"

Listening to the foreigner's words, Li Changsheng couldn't even be bothered to pay attention.

"Kill me? Hehe, sir, you should know your country's laws. Of course, I don't think you can do anything to me?"

As he spoke, Peterman bounced on his toes, assuming a Krav Maga combat stance, his eyes fixed on the Chinese youth before him.

Seeing this, Li Changsheng shook his head inwardly. He could clearly see that this foreigner was just looking for trouble.

He glanced at the people behind the other person and found that they hadn't brought their camera equipment out, so he nodded inwardly.

He didn't know what gave this person such confidence, but he knew that this was on Chinese soil. If he didn't teach the other party a lesson after such provocation, it would be too much of a loss of etiquette.