Chapter 68

"Why should we forgive Japan? Why should we pretend to be magnanimous and overlook the past, look to the future, and let them repent and become saints? If we can't or don't want to forgive our brothers and sisters who have committed capital crimes and deeply repented, why should we forgive those devils? Otherwise, it would be disrespectful to our compatriots and relatives, a desecration of human civilization, and a huge, unforgivable mistake for the future peace, harmony, and development of the world!"

Wang Zhong looked at Heiwa Shintaro and loudly read "Why Should I Forgive You, Japan?"

This article was written by a later generation and expressed the sentiments of most Chinese people. In Wang Zhong's view, the article had a power that stirred the blood.

It couldn't be more fitting here!

But to others, Wang Zhong seemed to recite it fluently, with every word and line exuding a stirring force!

"Why Should I Forgive You, Japan!"

Several tycoons couldn't help but recite along with Wang Zhong. Jin Tang couldn't help but secretly give Wang Zhong a thumbs up, good!

No wonder he is a genius from Hong Kong!

The arguments were sharp, the evidence detailed, and the article used parallelism and contrast, making it read with a majestic and unyielding force, like waves crashing one after another, continuous and unstoppable.

This article must be published in full in the newspaper to let all of Hong Kong see the true face of the Japanese, Jin Tang thought to himself.

Although the British nobles couldn't understand the meaning of the poem in a short time, they could still feel the power of the words.

This is the power of literature!

The value of literature lies in its lack of value!

"This!"

Heiwa Shintaro was overwhelmed by Wang Zhong's momentum, his face pale. He seemed to see countless wronged souls cursing, scolding, tearing, and dragging him into the abyss.

Heiwa Shintaro's face was full of fear, and he felt humiliated by the disdain in Wang Zhong's eyes, as if he had been slapped, his cheeks burning.

"Bakayarou!"

Heiwa Shintaro grabbed Wang Zhong's wrist with one hand and his elbow with the other, pushing down with the hand on the wrist and lifting up with the hand on the elbow, exerting force instantly!

Wrist Lock Cross!

Judging from Heiwa Shintaro's technique, it was clearly professional level!

Seeing Wang Zhong's indifferent face and lack of reaction, Heiwa Shintaro's face turned angry, and then he was overjoyed!

This Wrist Lock Cross is a joint lock in judo that can cause significant damage to the wrist and elbow joints!

This kind of injury is irreparable!

Thinking of a martial arts master suffering in his hands, Heiwa Shintaro felt his bones lighten.

If it were a regular person, they would be subdued at best, and broken bones and torn tendons at worst!

But Wang Zhong was not a regular person!

Wang Zhong's eyes showed a hint of disdain; in the face of absolute strength, all techniques were futile!

If a master used this move, it might hurt Wang Zhong!

But Heiwa Shintaro was far too weak!

"Go to hell!"

Wang Zhong exerted force with his whole body, his arm muscles tensing, his breath following his will.

Heiwa Shintaro felt a powerful force, and his body involuntarily flew up.

But Wang Zhong's attack was not over. As Heiwa Shintaro's body left the ground, Wang Zhong's leg swung like a whip.

Straight kick!

Side kick!

Back kick!

The speed was fast, the power was strong, and the kicking posture was fierce and graceful, leaving the opponent defenseless and helpless. Moreover, Heiwa Shintaro, who was thrown up and off-balance, had no chance to defend.

Three kicks!

Bruce Lee's famous move!

All three kicks hit, and each one was heavier than the last!

Bang!

Heiwa Shintaro flew like a piece of dry wood!

"God!"

This process seemed slow, but it was not. From Heiwa Shintaro's sudden attack to Wang Zhong's three kicks, the whole process took only a few seconds!

Everyone stared blankly at Heiwa Shintaro, who was screaming in the air, momentarily stunned.

Whoosh!

After flying over twenty meters, Heiwa Shintaro crashed into a large wooden screen.

But the screen did not stop his momentum; instead, it was shattered by his back.

Heiwa Shintaro continued to collide with several decorations and destroyed several pieces of furniture before finally stopping.

He looked at Wang Zhong with fear, blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, mixed with foam, a sign of internal organ damage. Wang Zhong's three kicks not only broke his ribs but also injured his internal organs.

Wang Zhong glanced at him with disdain and then looked away, as if kicking Heiwa Shintaro was a trivial matter.

"Bakayarou! You dare to harm an officer of the Empire of Japan! This is a provocation to the Empire of Japan! Guards, arrest him! He will receive the harshest punishment!"

The Japanese ambassador looked at the severely injured Heiwa Shintaro and said angrily.

Sir David looked at the broken furniture, including two rare antiques, and his face turned unusually ugly.

"This is Hong Kong! A dependency of the British Empire!"

Seeing the Japanese ambassador call the guards, Sir David's anger flared. To arrest someone on his territory without his consent was a huge insult. An enraged Sir David naturally had no good expression.

"I was acting in self-defense, and everyone here can testify! If your country finds this inappropriate, you can sue in the Hong Kong court or the London court. My legal team is always ready to accompany you!"

Wang Zhong said indifferently.

Money allows one to be reckless. Wang Zhong had the best lawyers, the most professional team, and plenty of time. He was not afraid of a lawsuit!

Wang Zhong was rich, so he naturally enjoyed the charm of money!

To ordinary people, a lawsuit is a difficult and arduous process, so the I Ching says, "Avoid litigation."

But to Wang Zhong, it was a simple matter. With the best team serving him, he had nothing to worry about!

As long as you have enough wealth, someone will handle everything for you!

If the Japanese side wanted to sue, Wang Zhong had nothing to fear!

This is also the reason people strive to accumulate wealth. Wang Zhong never thought of being high and mighty, but with his enormous wealth, he unconsciously enjoyed the power that wealth brought.

"Bakayarou!"

The Japanese ambassador said angrily in his heart.

But at the moment, he had no way to deal with Wang Zhong, as Heiwa Shintaro had attacked first!

Wang Zhong could easily claim it was a martial artist's instinctive reaction!

Heiwa Shintaro was carried away, and the Japanese embassy staff left.

Wang Zhong looked at the departing crowd with disdain, thinking it was better to take him away, so he wouldn't die here!

Suddenly, the Japanese ambassador turned and glared at Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong stared back fearlessly, his lips moving, saying in lip language, "I'm waiting for your summons!"

"Are you hurt?"

Rulan ran over quickly, asking with concern.

She also touched Wang Zhong's arm and wrist to check for any bone or muscle damage.

"I'm fine! He wouldn't be able to hurt me even if he practiced for thirty years!"

Wang Zhong said with a smile.

But he won't have the chance, Wang Zhong thought to himself.

The three kicks just now were deadly. His internal organs were shattered by the hidden force, and even if Hua Tuo were alive, he couldn't save him!

"The Japanese Karate Association has invited me to a hundred-man trial. I will go when I have time and personally experience the air throws of judo."

Wang Zhong looked at the angry Kurokawa Yuu and said calmly.

"Hai! That would be an honor for Japanese martial arts!"

Kurokawa Yuu, hearing that Wang Zhong had received an invitation to the hundred-man trial, lost all his arrogance and humiliation. The hundred-man trial is the highest-level trial in Japan. In recent decades, many have challenged it, but only a few, like Bruce Lee and Mas Oyama, have passed it. Wang Zhong receiving an invitation to the hundred-man trial was a sign of respect and recognition from the Japanese karate community.

"Putting aside nationality, you are a true martial artist. I look forward to seeing your prowess in the hundred-man trial!"

Kurokawa Yuu bowed ninety degrees, his face full of humility and reverence.

"I will go to the hundred-man trial, and I will also visit Mas Oyama."

Wang Zhong nodded and turned his gaze to William Brown.

"Master Mas Oyama will be very pleased to meet you!"

Kurokawa Yuu said respectfully.

"Without using hands and feet, without physical contact, it's not insulting you, right?"

"Mr. Wang, you are a true martial artist. Losing to you is an honor for me, William Brown!"

William Brown, hearing Wang Zhong and Kurokawa Yuu's conversation, understood. Wang Zhong, though young, was a martial arts master on par with Bruce Lee and Mas Oyama.

"The cover of the last issue of 'Black Belt' magazine was me!"

Wang Zhong looked at William Brown with a bit of embarrassment. Fighting William Brown always felt like bullying a child.

"Mr. Wang, may I challenge you?"

Miss Catherine, with her hair tied up high, made a beautiful sword flourish with her slender noble sword and performed a standard knight's salute, saying seriously.

From the calluses on Catherine's fingers and the fluidity of her movements, it was clear she had a deep understanding of swordsmanship.

"This!"

Wang Zhong looked at Sir David with some difficulty.

Sir David spread his hands helplessly. Outside, he was the governor, but at home, his daughter was the governor!

Sir David's mouth moved, though no sound came out, but Wang Zhong understood the meaning: go easy, don't hurt my daughter. Otherwise, I won't let you off!

Wang Zhong shrugged helplessly and gave Sir David an OK sign.

Wang Zhong looked at the sword Catherine offered, which was the noble sword given by William Brown. It was a good sword, but Wang Zhong didn't need it!

Wang Zhong refused without hesitation, smiling and indicating to Catherine that they could start!

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