Capital.

First People's Hospital.

At this moment, the emergency room was full of people.

A young man in a suit roared at others with anger on his face.

"What the hell is going on?"

"My grandpa is fine in the afternoon."

"Why did you suddenly enter the emergency room?"

Next to him, the assistant had bitterness on his face.

He looked at the young man and said, "Young Master Bai, Mr. Bai suddenly felt uncomfortable because he had a dispute with a Karate-do family, and he was admitted to the hospital."

"Kawamoto Ichiha of Karate?" Bai Wei's face suddenly turned cold when he heard this name.

Then he looked at the other people.

"It seems that you really didn't keep my words in your heart at all."

“How many times have I said it?”

"Don't let the old man touch anything about national martial arts."

"Why did he go to have an argument with Kawamoto's Karate family?"

When several people heard this, their faces were all innocent.

One of them stood up and said, "Mr. Bai, it's really not our fault."

“We came exactly as you mean.”

"But Mr. Bai is stubborn to go, we can't stop him..."

"He is trying to kill him, what do you think we should do?"

The others nodded.

They can't forcefully tie the old man, right?

With the old man's temper, if they really do this.

I'm afraid the situation will only be worse.

In the end, the hospitalization pot really fell on them.

Bai Wei's face was still cold there.

After hearing what they said, he could only fall into silence.

However, he also knew that these people were not wrong.

He knows his grandfather's temper better than anyone else.

If you become stubborn, no one will say you can come back.

After pondering for a while, Bai Wei continued to speak.

"What's going on with Kawamoto's family?"

"How could my grandfather argue with him?"

The assistant took out the tablet in his hand at the right time and handed it to Bai Wei.

“The 21st Free Fighting Competition.”

“The national martial arts was disqualified.”

"The reason is that national martial arts are fake, they are all lie."

“So, there is no right to compete with other fighting.”

"The old man got this news..."

The assistant shook his head: "I was so angry that I ran over to argue."

"The result is, judo, karate, muay thai, emerging fighting..."

"Almost all the fighting that can participate in the competition will run the national martial arts together, and even insult."

As he said that, he opened another voice on the tablet.

"Old Master Bai, we know you love your national skills very much."

"But, these are all lies, why don't you know?"

"Look at those who have anti-counterfeiting, almost none of them failed, right?"

“The free fighting competition is a very formal competition in our fighting world.”

"How can a liar get inside? This is an insult to us."

"Fuck! What qualifications do you, a Japanese Japanese, have to comment on our national skills?"

Mr. Bai's angry voice rang in his voice.

"Even your Japanese karate has the shadow of our national martial arts."

"You are not eligible to disqualify our national martial arts competition."

"Oh? Is it?" Kawamoto Kawamoto's voice sounded again in Karate.

"As you said, why are your national skills so miserable now?"

"If we wanted to fight against counterfeiting collectively, it would probably have disappeared long ago, right?"

"Don't you understand yet?"

"The reason why your national skills can still appear in the eyes of the masses is purely because we give face."

"Not killing."

"We are pitying you, do you know?"

Hearing this, Bai Wei's face turned extremely gloomy.

This Kawamoto family is too arrogant.

He actually dared to speak to his grandfather like this.

Does he really think he is amazing?

Of course, Bai Wei was limited to Kawamoto's family's dissatisfaction with his grandfather.

As for his attitude towards national martial arts.

Bai Wei filtered it out directly.

The voice continues to play.

Inside, Mr. Bai's voice became obviously rapid.

Obviously he was angry.

"Shut up, you are not qualified to insult our national skills."

"Maybe it's really declining now, but what we have passed on for five thousand years is not what you barbarians say is fake?"

"Hehe...barbarians? This word is well used." Kawamoto Kazuo smiled contemptuously inside.

"You can say whatever you want to do."

"But your national skills are not as good as us barbarians. I really don't know where you got the courage to say this?"

"Five thousand years, it sounds like a long time."

"I really doubt that you were the barbarians at that time, right?"

"What you are talking about is the name of martial arts.

"If you really want to fight, it's just like a child fighting. You can only fight with more people."

“There is no rules.”

"If it was really something passed down, how could it disappear now?"

"I see, your national skills and what those liars say are your bullshit inheritance!"

"Hahaha... Mr. Kawamoto said it well!"

"That's right! I think so too!"

"**'s national skills are lies, liars..."

"How come there are so many ignorant people who believe it in a group of liars?"

“…”
Chapter completed!