The School Beauty’s Super Rogue

Chapter 1309 - 1304: Humiliation

"It’s over! The embassy staff are all here!"

"I know this spectacled old man! The representative from Japan!"

"It’s finished, finished! It was just a trivial matter, now it’s escalating to a diplomatic level!"

"Poor fellow, the big guy and the handsome piano player were just venting for the country, never expected to run into such bad luck!"

"Sigh! Damn bastards!"

The passersby were sighing, and it was foreseeable that with the appearance of the official Japanese staff, Wulang was no longer in any danger.

Ironically, danger was about to confront Qin Hao and the others.

"Mr. Wu Lang, what’s going on exactly?"

Mitsui pushed his reading glasses, staring sharply at the big guy.

He realized that Wulang must have been roughed up, and no surprise, the one who did it must be the big guy who raised his hand.

Xinmu was coldly stared at by Mitsui, his complexion changing several times, but his hand didn’t fall, just defiantly saying, "What are you looking at!"

Unconsciously, his aura had already weakened.

In the ancient martial circle, and even the underground Jianghu, there was an unwritten rule.

That is to avoid dealing with circles with backgrounds.

Because, no matter how the ancient martial Jianghu causes chaos, it’s all in the dark, ordinary people know nothing about it.

But if you cause trouble with urban officials, it’s different, it’s like taking off the coat, exposing the fragile inside to the outside world.

This was unacceptable in the ancient martial circle.

Thus, upon understanding Mitsui’s identity, Xinmu dared not be reckless anymore.

Continuing to stir things up would make matters worse, being a part of the ancient martial circle, he naturally was going against the rules, inviting big trouble.

"Mr. Mitsui! It was this despicable Chinese who hit me! You must avenge me!"

Wulang said with a weepy face.

"Baka!"

Seeing the injuries on Wulang, coupled with his pitiful appearance, after swearing, Mitsui angrily stared at Xinmu, "You rashly attacked Mr. Wu Lang, a citizen of our country, I’m going to let the diplomatic department sanction you!"

"Old bastard! How dare you!" Xinmu shouted fiercely, feeling timid inside.

"Baka! Despicable creature!"

Mitsui, being a high-ranking official, hadn’t been insulted like this for years, enraged, he shouted, "Colonel Xu! Is this the quality of your Huaxia citizens!"

Upon hearing this, everyone’s gaze followed Mitsui’s, only then noticing a man in military uniform standing beside him.

The man’s looks and height were ordinary, but upon closer look, or after staring for a few seconds, it would make one’s heart get chills.

The uniform, the presence... Seemed like military personnel?

In their surprise, the man named Colonel Xu took a step forward, instantly enveloping Xinmu with icy murderous intent, causing his face to change slightly.

"Are you a noble family descendant?"

Colonel Xu’s first words were particularly contemptuous, not waiting for Xinmu’s response, he coldly said, "Huaxia’s atmosphere is spoiled by you noble family descendants! It’s one thing to lose face at home, but losing face before foreign friends is your fault!"

"What are you talking about!"

Xinmu burst into a rage, though he wasn’t a hero, he wasn’t as uncultured as a thug.

Wulang had already disgraced all Huaxia, and he just did the right thing for his country, but in exchange got scolded?

"You’re still retorting?"

Colonel Xu’s face showed extreme disdain, "I see clearly now, turns out you’re not a noble family descendant, but a loose cultivator without parents’ teachings!"

Having dealt with the ancient martial circle a lot, Colonel Xu could accurately distinguish between noble family descendants and loose cultivators.

Generally, noble family descendants are usually well-behaved when facing him.

Someone like Xinmu daring to retort must be a loose cultivator.

"Loose cultivator, your family tomb must have been dug up! Military dog!"

Xinmu was furious, smoke coming out of his seven orifices, pointing at Colonel Xu’s nose in rebuttal.

"Enough!"

At this moment, Mitsui interrupted with a sullen face, "Colonel Xu, I’m not here to watch you Chinese peoples’ internal conflict, I just want an explanation."

"Understood."

In front of Mitsui, Colonel Xu didn’t dare to be arrogant, after all, the opposing party was an international friend.

After turning his head, he domineeringly pointed at Xinmu, "Now apologize to Mr. Wu Lang!"

"Why should I!"

Xinmu glared, yelling with a red neck.

"Why?" Colonel Xu let out a cold laugh, "Could it be, you, this little loose cultivator, dare challenge the military? Aren’t you afraid of your sect suffering?"

In Huaxia, a well-known saying is "people shouldn’t fight officials."

In reality, it’s indeed so.

In the distribution of power, the military is always above loose cultivators.

Xinmu understood this point, realizing the potential harm to his master, his face turned pale.

Seeing this, Colonel Xu’s tone softened a bit, "We’re all martial arts practitioners, fighting in such a place is meaningless. If you don’t want to drag your sect into this, be obedient and apologize. Otherwise, you should understand I can find out who you are."

Upon hearing this, Xinmu felt immensely frustrated.

He thought of Qin Hao behind him.

Indeed, it seemed Qin Hao was unfathomable, adept at seemingly everything.

But this didn’t necessarily mean he had deep connections.

And judging by things, he seemed acquainted with his master, reckoning the two were equally capable.

Xinmu was certain, if his master offended the military, life would be quite troublesome.

As Qin Hao’s status was similar, it would likely be the same. Thus, Xinmu couldn’t seek Qin Hao’s help, not wanting to trouble the leader.

While everyone wasn’t paying attention, Xinmu abruptly lowered his head, saying to Wulang: "I’m sorry!"

With those words, the scene fell into silence.

Everyone looked absurdly at this scene.

Even though Xinmu had the upper hand, he actually apologized?

Isn’t this an insult to him?

For a moment, everyone’s emotions were complicated, feeling empathetically humiliated.

Being insulted by a bastard was bad enough, and now being forced to apologize.

This...

Contrary to the reactions of the Huaxia people around.

The Japanese delegation was secretly delighted.

Mitsui displayed a proud smile.

Wulang was inwardly ecstatic: Intense pleasure! Even after being beaten, it felt great!

After the internal cheer, he showed rage on his face: "Despicable Chinese scum, think you can just apologize and it’s over? I want you to slap yourself fifty times! But before that, lick my shoes first!"

With that, he extended his foot, his toe deliberately wagging, "Come on, hope your stinky tongue is clean!"

Seeing Wulang’s gesture, Xinmu was filled with fury, his body trembling uncontrollably.

He wanted to raise his hand, directly fight back against Wulang and the others.

But he couldn’t.

Firstly, he wasn’t confident to beat Colonel Xu.

Even someone like Hong Zhongkai was only a colonel in the military.

And Colonel Xu was ranked higher, just how terrifying could his strength be?