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"I am a person who loves peace," said Yang Xiaoyou, mopping the floor with his back turned to the crowd, his face displaying a vacant expression.
He never expected that despite the significant blow to the reputation of Golden Dragon Dojo, they would still insist on establishing an Association here.
In the past, due to the unclear relationship with the previous Director, Yang Xiaoyou would have had to confront them again thoroughly.
However, after several consecutive failures and the resulting turmoil, the organization's presence in the Chinese Empire had become much more apparent. Information from Zhou Xiong confirmed this.
They were sending people to Vietnam to secure a foothold, clearly intending to fight for the long term. Given his current physical condition, Yang Xiaoyou had no interest in stirring up trouble; it was best to keep a low profile until he recovered.
Although he was now a vegetarian, others would not follow his pace. The person speaking to the leader was none other than the arrogant instructor Yang Xiaoyou had first encountered when he and Chen Hao went to Golden Dragon Dojo looking for trouble. He had even encouraged that disciple of the former Director to take action.
Now, that same instructor recognized Yang Xiaoyou immediately.
Hearing his cousin's guidance from behind, the newly appointed chief instructor set aside the pressure from the cigarette-smoking man in front of him and turned toward Yang Xiaoyou.
However, upon seeing Qi Qiusheng standing nearby, he refrained from any rash actions.
Instead, he bowed respectfully to Yang Xiaoyou and said, "I am Park Seung-yi. I came here specifically to seek your guidance; this is a Challenge Notice."
He then handed over the Challenge Notice that he had originally intended for Qi Qiusheng directly to Yang Xiaoyou. Internally relieved that he found this fellow he was looking for, otherwise it would have been difficult to find an opportunity to back down.
The main purpose of reopening this branch by the headquarters was to maintain their Association's reputation. The vast market in the Chinese Empire had recently allowed the headquarters to taste success. However, competitors were constantly using last time's incident here to undermine the Association.
This had a negative impact on their plans for expansion. Thus, they sent him here to restart the Association.
To quickly recover from losses, it was essential first to redeem last time's humiliation and then challenge some well-known local martial artists.
Originally, he came here after noticing that one of the troublemaking students' family owned a gym. He intended to use this as a stepping stone to prove that the former Dojo Master had been set up. But unfortunately, this mere gym owner exuded such an oppressive aura that he had no choice but to change targets mid-way and pick an easier opponent.
Yang Xiaoyou continued mopping in place when he saw Park Seung-yi standing before him with a sincere expression and proper etiquette. His eyes twitched slightly, but he showed no intention of responding.
Instead, he dragged the mop toward Park Seung-yi's legs, directly wiping it across his pristine white athletic shoes as if ignoring him entirely or clearly trying to shoo him away.
Watching the mop repeatedly scrape against his shoes, Park Seung-yi's previously polite smile stiffened. He hesitated whether he should continue holding out the Challenge Notice.
As a martial artist, facing a situation like this Challenge Notice, one would typically refuse or find an excuse. Ignoring it outright, however, left him feeling somewhat embarrassed.
"This friend of mine," Park Seung-yi couldn't help but speak up.
"We are not friends, so don't try to establish a relationship. Thank you." Yang Xiaoyou had no intention of showing any courtesy. He was already frustrated with his current predicament and couldn't vent his anger on the other party, which only made him more dissatisfied. His tone was naturally unkind.
"Ahem, well, you can't deny that last time you ambushed our former Dojo Master at the branch. You should have recorded that; we can confront each other about it." Park Seung-yi wore a serious expression as he spoke.
"Please watch your words; it was self-defense. If you keep this up, I'll report you. Also, I'm not some martial artist, so stop trying to use these rules to fool me. Move aside; you're blocking the way." Yang Xiaoyou's impatience was evident, which made Park Seung-yi feel increasingly exasperated.
Qi Qiusheng, who had initially wanted to chase them away, found himself intrigued by the unfolding situation. He knew what had happened back then but didn't have all the details from his Precious Daughter. However, it seemed that this comrade's son had indeed practiced hard; otherwise, even an ambush would be insufficient against a Taekwondo seventh-dan master.
"So how would you accept the Challenge Notice?" Park Seung-yi asked directly, his face darkening.
"Why should I care? Winning or losing brings no benefits." Yang Xiaoyou continued to mop the floor with the metal mop while casting an eye of disdain at the fellow.
Hearing that troublesome fellow mention benefits sparked a glimmer in Park Seung-yi's eyes. "Regardless of winning or losing, we'll cover all medical expenses, and even if you lose, you'll receive a participation fee of ten thousand! If you win, it's a hundred thousand! It's all clearly stated here. However, if anything goes wrong during the match, you can't hold us responsible."
After saying this, Park Seung-yi pointed at the challenge notice in his hand. Essentially, this Challenge Notice was a contract signed by both sides. After all, in today's society, every field needs to keep up with the times. The laws of the Chinese Empire now support such special contracts as long as no one dies.
Upon hearing his words, Yang Xiaoyou reached out to take the Challenge Notice and flipped it open for a look.
"Xiao You, don't just grab things like this. If something happens and you get hurt, that amount won't even cover your medical expenses," Qi Qiusheng interjected, realizing he needed to step in; otherwise, Yang Xiaoyou might get into trouble due to his lack of understanding about these aspects.
"Oh, I see now; there's no time written here—what a scam," Yang Xiaoyou nodded in agreement after hearing Qi Qiusheng's words.
"The timing is up to you! Whenever is convenient works for us; we'll cover all medical expenses for both sides!" Seeing that they were almost in agreement but then hesitating again made Park Seung-yi anxious.
Just as he finished speaking, the metal mop that had been rubbing against his shoes suddenly shot forward with a whistling sound towards his legs.
The sudden sense of crisis sent chills down Park Seung-yi's spine as he instinctively tried to clamp his legs together. If they were human legs, his reaction might have been just enough to catch them. But now it was a slender metal rod that pierced through his defenses and struck hard between his legs.
His entire body lifted off the ground slightly as his face contorted into an expression of shock and agony.
In an instant, all the men present seemed to hear a cracking sound, followed by a tightening in their legs.
That deadly spot had been hit. Park Seung-yi's eyes widened, and he collapsed, clutching the mop. It wasn't until he hit the ground that Yang Xiaoyou casually waved his hand and said, "I choose now. Remember to bring the money, or I'll sue you."
"Despicable!"
"Ambush!"
"Shameless!"
A chorus of curses erupted from the group that had been following behind. However, Qi Qiusheng, unable to suppress a chuckle, turned his face aside and coldly snorted before stopping. "The challenge has been accepted. Everything will be handled according to the rules. There’s no prohibition against using weapons or ambushing in this case. If you lack basic vigilance and lose, who can you blame?"
Although Qi Qiusheng's voice seemed to carry a hint of amusement, it still served as a strong deterrent. At least those who appeared furious did not seem prepared to rush forward; instead, they continuously provided first aid to Park Seung-yi while someone called for emergency services.
"I am a lover of peace; I do not kill. I am a lover of peace," Yang Xiaoyou repeatedly hypnotized himself on the other side.
It was precisely because of his current state that he adopted such a method. Otherwise, he might have resorted to some underhanded tactics to ensure this fellow 'had an accident.' But now, reaching this point was his limit; he didn't want anything to interfere with his recovery progress!
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