One thirty in the afternoon.
Seoul, Suyuan Taekwondo Hall.
Dong Xuebin looked up at the Korean characters overhead, reached into his pocket, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it. He closed his eyes and silently took a few drags, slowly adjusting his physical state. Five seconds, ten seconds, fifteen seconds. Dong Xuebin took a deep breath, exhaled, and abruptly opened his eyes. "Red Hair and Yellow Hair belong to this dojo, right? Their other trainees were also involved in beating up Chinese tourists, weren't they?"
Li An wiped the sweat from his forehead. "That's true, but..."
"Brother Dong." Chen Dahui gave a bitter smile. "Don't be impulsive. There are only four or five of us, but they..."
"They have at least dozens of people, and their coaches are all black belt experts."
One Chinese exchange student said, "Yeah, we should think of another solution. Challenging their dojo is just... Suyuan Taekwondo Hall is one of the larger Taekwondo Gyms around here. They're very strong. Among us, we're either Yellow Belts or Green Belts. The best one is only a Blue Belt. We can't compare to them." Saying they were strong was pure nonsense. Any idiot knew that a dojo able to establish itself in Seoul had to be strong.
"I already said it." Dong Xuebin looked at them. "You don't need to fight."
Li An smacked his lips. "But if you're going alone, that's even more... Brother Dong, have you practiced martial arts?"
Dong Xuebin answered honestly, "No."
"Then that settles it, so..." Li An hurriedly tried to persuade him.
"Not practicing martial arts doesn't mean I can't fight. Those are two different things." Already enraged, Dong Xuebin could no longer listen to anyone. "Enough. Li An, let's go!"
Li An, Chen Dahui, and the others exchanged looks, then could