"Mo Fan, why waste your breath on her? Just hit her with a Fierce Fist and show her what you can do!" Zhou Sining snorted.
Japanese people really were all the same!
"Exactly, Zhou! Go on, blast them with a Fierce Fist," Zhao Manyan egged him on.
"The Japanese National Pavilion sure has a big mouth!" Ai Jiangtu was getting angry too.
"Everyone, calm down. Let me talk to her."
Seeing how quickly everyone behind him had lost their tempers, Mo Fan took it upon himself to play peacemaker.
They were speaking Chinese, so the woman in the kimono couldn't understand them.
But she could read the displeasure on their faces. When they still refused to budge, she lost her temper and pointed at them.
"The Twin Guardian Pavilion is sacred ground in Osaka. Don't bring your filthy, foul presence here. Get out!"
"You bitch! Who are you calling filthy? I'll tear down both your lousy stone pavilions right now! We tried being polite, and this is what we get?" Mo Fan shouted, pointing at her.
"Hah! You turned around and started cursing? And you called us hotheads." Zhou Sining couldn't help laughing.
"Keep it down."
"What a bunch of brutes. Though I didn't expect the Japanese to be even ruder than you."
"Jiang Shaoxu, she just insulted all of us. Can you stop looking down on us for once?"
"Hey, stop arguing. You're blocking my view... That woman looks ready to explode. Can't she take a little cursing?"
Just as Zu Jiming said, Mo Fan's words had left the woman in the kimono so furious that her chest heaved.
"What did you say? Say it again!"
She was practically roaring, her voice shrill.
"Stupid bitch!" Mo Fan snapped.
"Not that!" The woman tossed her parasol aside, her voice icy.