Kicking Down the Dojo!

That morning.

A little after eight, Dong Xuebin climbed out of bed and took a hot shower at the hotel. Warm water splashed over his face as he gently rubbed it, his mind continuously replaying the recent string of assaults on Chinese people by Taekwondo students. His gaze gradually turned cold. Those Seoul Taekwondo Gyms had become far too arrogant. They refused to apologize and had even joined forces with students from various dojos to attack Chinese people. Dong Xuebin's fury had already reached its peak, yet after thinking for a long time, he still could not come up with a solution.

After leaving the bathroom, Dong Xuebin turned on his computer, went online, and used a proxy to access Chinese websites.

The hacker attacks had stopped, but the outcry had only grown more uncontrollable.

"My little brother got beaten up in Seoul! Fuck their ancestors!"

"My parents went to Seoul on vacation, and two Taekwondo practitioners kicked their suitcase apart outside the airport! My parents wanted to call the police, but they didn't know the language and couldn't even report it!"

"Don't let me see those bastards! I'll kill every one I see!"

"Those sons of bitches! We're not done with them!"

"What the hell is the Ministry of Foreign Affairs doing? So many people have been beaten! Why isn't there any response at all?"

The situation in China could only be described as public outrage. A series of arrogant actions by the Korean side had gradually escalated the conflict, shifting it from Tianma Taekwondo Hall to the entire Korean Taekwondo community. People demanded that they publicly apologize for these incidents, hand over every student who had beaten people, and pay medical expenses, compensation for emotional distress, lost wages, and more.

The Korean Taekwondo Association gave no response whatsoever.