288: Chapter 288 Tearing Apart the Arrogant Boy Band at the Airport

Beijing, Villa No. 8.

The night before departing for overseas.

The lights were off in the study, with only the faint blue glow emanating from the computer screen.

Su Zhe leaned back in his large executive chair, his eyes slightly closed.

Deep within his retinas, invisible to ordinary people.

The system panel was emitting a mysterious purple-gold light, like an abyss.

"System, open the [Cultural Treasure Physical Mall]."

Su Zhe issued the command in his mind.

Swish...

A brand-new, dazzling 3D mall interface suddenly unfolded before his eyes.

It was no longer filled with ethereal knowledge and blueprints, but with tangible objects that exuded an ancient luster and even carried a certain special magnetic field fluctuation.

Looking at the exorbitant price tags, Su Zhe did not hesitate at all.

Tomorrow, he would set foot on that international stage filled with arrogance and prejudice. To deal with those snobbish Western capitalists and the South Korean boy band, relying solely on ordinary pop instruments simply wouldn't be enough to hold the stage.

He had to bring out the heavy artillery!

"Redeem!"

[Ding! Consumed 10 million popularity points to redeem "World-Class Musical Instrument Proficiency" (All Categories)!]

Following the crisp notification sound.

A massive amount of muscle memory and music theory knowledge poured into Su Zhe's limbs and bones like a surging tide.

His finger bones emitted a faint cracking sound, and his fingertips felt as if they had touched strings and reeds thousands of times, forming an indelible instinctive rhythm.

Immediately after.

Su Zhe's gaze locked onto the two treasures of the mall located right in the center.

[Ding! Consumed 5 million popularity points to redeem the physical special instrument: sad suona!]

[Ding! Consumed 5 million popularity points to redeem the physical special instrument: Violent Guzheng!]

Hum!

In the air of the study, a faint ripple visible to the naked eye seemed to emerge.

The next second.

On the desk, two antique sandalwood boxes appeared out of thin air.

Su Zhe opened the smaller wooden box.

Inside lay a Suona, pitch-black and shiny, with a body crafted from hundred-year-old lightning-struck wood and a pure copper bowl.

The moment Su Zhe held this Suona in his hand, he could feel a chilling texture that made his soul tremble.

[sad suona: Comes with "Soul Penetration" sound field effect. When played, sound wave penetration is increased by 300%, capable of ignoring any interference from electronic reverb and striking directly at the listeners' central nervous system.]

Su Zhe opened the other long wooden box.

A Guzheng with an ancient design, a thick body, and twenty-one strings reflecting a grim, cold light came into view.

[Violent Guzheng: Comes with "Sonic Boom Tension" physical effect. The strings are made of special alloy wire, and when playing heavy notes, it can produce sound pressure resonance similar to heavy metal rock.]

Looking at these two traditional musical artifacts that could be called "weapons of mass destruction."

Su Zhe closed the wooden boxes with satisfaction.

Didn't those foreigners look down on Chinese music for having an outdated style?

Didn't that South Korean boy band like to use deafening electronic music to blow up the stage?

"Fine."

Su Zhe patted the sandalwood box, a cold, sharp arc forming at the corner of his mouth: "This time, I'll bring our ancestors' 'magical instruments' and teach you what a real sonic nuclear bomb is!"

...

Twelve hours later.

Los Angeles International Airport, International Arrivals Hall.

After a long flight of over a dozen hours, Su Zhe's group pushed their luggage carts out of the security checkpoint.

Besides Su Zhe and Lin Qingxue, the group included Sister Liu and Tie Niu, who had insisted on coming along as private security.

On Tie Niu's back was the special long black case containing the Guzheng and Suona.

"Phew... The air abroad doesn't seem that sweet after all."

Tie Niu twitched his nose, sniffing the scent of coffee and perfume in the airport hall, and commented in a muffled voice.

"Alright, enough with the snark."

Sister Liu glanced at her watch and frowned slightly: "Why hasn't the pickup staff arranged by the organizers arrived yet? It was agreed that they would wait for us at Exit E."

Just then.

The previously orderly arrivals hall suddenly erupted in ear-piercing screams that could have blown the roof off!

"Ahhh!"

"Oppa!"

"EX-Star!"

Accompanied by the frantic surging of a large crowd of fanatical fans, the entire passageway was instantly blocked solid.

Su Zhe followed the crowd's gaze.

He saw a large group of people walking out from another VIP passageway.

Walking in the middle were five young men dressed gaudily, with brightly dyed hair and heavy eyeliner.

It was none other than the top South Korean boy band that had made countless money in Asia and was set to perform as the finale at the GMA Awards — EX-Star!

They wore sunglasses, chins held high, waving nonchalantly at the screaming fans around them as they walked.

And surrounding them.

There were over a dozen hulking foreign bodyguards in black, weighing an estimated two hundred jin each, holding hands to form a rough human wall.

"Get lost! Make way!"

"Don't block the path! Move back!"

These bodyguards were extremely arrogant. Whenever they encountered passersby blocking the way, they didn't care if they were fans or not, simply shoving them aside with their broad palms.

Because the passageway was crowded with fans.

The boy band's entourage forcefully squeezed into the adjacent area designated for ordinary passengers.

At that moment, a Chinese tour group happened to be waiting for their tour guide in that area.

"Back off! Can't you understand human language?"

A foreign bodyguard with a fleshy, mean face roared in broken English.

He strode forward, violently waving his hand, which was like a palm-leaf fan, and shoved directly at a Chinese mother and daughter blocking the way.

The mother was looking down, searching for her passport in her bag.

A little Chinese girl, only about five or six years old, holding a panda doll, was struck hard by the bodyguard's arm.

"Ah!"

The little girl let out an exclamation, her frail body instantly losing its balance.

She was knocked to the ground, falling heavily onto the hard marble floor, and the panda doll in her hand rolled under the bodyguard's leather shoe.

"Waa!"

The intense pain made the little girl burst into tears on the spot.

"Nannan!"

The mother's face turned deathly pale with fright, and she rushed over to hug her daughter.

However.

Faced with the child he had knocked down, the two-hundred-jin-plus foreign bodyguard not only didn't stop to apologize, but frowned in disgust and kicked the panda doll that was blocking his way!

"Stop crying! Get out of the way!"

The bodyguard cursed impatiently.

And the C-position idol of the South Korean boy band walking behind the bodyguards.

He stopped, took off his sunglasses, and looked down at the little girl crying on the floor with a flash of disgust in his eyes. He turned his head and whispered a mocking remark to his assistant in Korean: "Really... no matter where you go, you run into these low-quality Chinese people. It's so noisy; they're just lowering the quality of the air."

Although his voice wasn't loud.

In this relatively quiet area of the airport, it sounded particularly harsh.

Lin Qingxue could understand some daily Korean conversation.

Hearing this insulting remark, a fire of anger instantly ignited in her previously calm eyes.

And Su Zhe, who possessed the system's full-language proficiency language pack.

Heard every vicious syllable of this sentence clearly!

"Hey! Why are you shoving people!"

The Chinese mother helped her daughter up and angrily blocked the bodyguard's path: "You knocked a child down and didn't even apologize?"

"Get lost!"

The foreign bodyguard's eyes hardened, and relying on his two-hundred-jin-plus physique, he reached out his thick arm again.

With a brute force, he shoved heavily toward the frail mother's shoulder.

If this shove landed.

The mother would definitely suffer a severe concussion.

The surrounding Chinese passengers let out terrified screams.

However.

Just as that palm-leaf-fan-like hand was less than five centimeters away from the mother's shoulder.

"Slap!"

A dull thud suddenly rang out.

A slender, knuckled hand, seemingly containing the strength of steel, darted out from the side like lightning.

Like an inescapable iron pincer, it accurately clamped onto the foreign bodyguard's thick wrist.

Time seemed to freeze at that second.

The bodyguard was stunned.

He felt as if his wrist had been caught in a hydraulic press; it wouldn't budge at all.

He turned his head in anger.

He met a pair of dark, cold black eyes burning with a rage capable of incinerating a person.

Su Zhe.

He had appeared in front of the Chinese mother and daughter at some unknown moment.

"Hmph!"

The foreign bodyguard roared, clenched his other hand into a fist, and swung it fiercely at Su Zhe's face with a whistling wind.

Facing this heavy punch capable of knocking out a cow.

Su Zhe did not retreat.

He didn't even blink.

His physical fitness, strengthened multiple times by the system, displayed a hair-raising explosive power at this moment!

Su Zhe slightly lowered his body, perfectly dodging the heavy punch.

At the same time.

The hand holding the bodyguard's wrist pulled with sudden force, his right foot cut into the opponent's base like lightning, and his shoulder pressed firmly against the opponent's chest.

Borrowing force to strike, waist and stance united.

"Get... lost!"

Accompanied by a low roar like ice from the netherworld.

In the terrified gaze of hundreds of fans and passersby.

That muscular giant, standing 1.9 meters tall and weighing two hundred jin,

Was actually lifted off the ground by Su Zhe's seemingly slender body with a fierce judo shoulder throw.

He traced a large and pathetic arc in mid-air.

Boom!

A loud noise comparable to a meteorite crashing down.

The two-hundred-jin body was slammed hard onto the hard marble floor of the airport.

The floor of the entire terminal seemed to tremble along with it.

The bodyguard let out a miserable wail; his internal organs seemed to have shifted, and he curled up on the ground, unable to move.

Dead silence.

The arrivals hall, which had been incredibly noisy just a second ago, fell into a silence like a grave.

The members of the South Korean boy band were frightened and pale, retreating one after another.

The C-position idol who had just been mocking the Chinese people now had his sunglasses sliding down to the bridge of his nose, looking in terror at Su Zhe, who stood before him like a god of war.

Su Zhe dusted off his hands, brushing away non-existent dust.

He looked down at the trembling South Korean idol.

A flash of undisguised contempt and murderous intent flickered in his deep black eyes.

Subsequently.

He parted his thin lips slightly.

Using Korean that was even more authentic and fluent than that idol's.

He spat out a declaration, every word like a knife, that made every Chinese person present boil with excitement: "Acting wild in front of my compatriots, who the hell gave you the courage?"

All around, countless Chinese passengers' phone cameras captured this clean, efficient, and overwhelmingly domineering scene in its entirety.

Just ten minutes later.

This video crossed the Pacific Ocean and was transmitted back to the country.

The entire Chinese internet.

Instantly exploded!