Chapter 684 I Just Want to Give Him a Beat

When they found Xiao Peng behind the stage, the scene before them left them speechless: Xiao Peng was sitting on a step smoking, surrounded by a group of festival security personnel, with several of them lying on the ground. Several men in suits stood in front of Xiao Peng and confronted him, while Khedira stood beside Xiao Peng with a wary look on his face.

"What's going on?" Fabian walked over to Xiao Peng and asked, "What happened?"

Seeing another group of people coming, the men in suits looked at each other. None of these people looked like they were easy to mess with.

"That man looks like Kassim who swam with great white sharks!" A man in a suit whispered after seeing Kassim.

Ka Xin walked past them and came directly to Xiao Peng: "Boss, who are you dealing with?"

Everyone at the scene had a frown on their faces. You just targeted someone without even asking what happened?

Xiao Peng put out his cigarette: "This has nothing to do with me. This is all Khedira's fault."

"Well done!" Kasin and Walter gave Khedira a thumbs up.

Everyone at the scene didn't know what to say. What's the point? You beat people up and you say you did a good job? You really don't take us seriously, do you?

In fact, they really misunderstood what Kassin and Walter meant. If Khedira hadn't taken action, the outcome would have been unsure!

Pascal knew Xiao Peng and sat down next to him. "What's going on?"

Xiao Peng said, "I just wanted to sit here for a bit, but they wouldn't let me and told me to get out. You know I respect other people's work, but this kind of attitude is bound to be offensive, right? So Khedira taught them a lesson."

Pascal continued, "What are you doing sitting here in such a cold weather?"

Xiao Peng smiled and said, "Of course I'm going to invite that DJ friend for a couple of drinks."

After hearing what Xiao Peng said, Pascal and the others suddenly understood.

"Hey, buddy, what did that DJ do to you? Xiao Pa, move over there." Fabian was also sitting on the stairs. He took out a cigar box from his arms and handed Xiao Peng a cigar.

Xiao Peng took the cigar, bit off the end, lit it, and took two puffs. "Come on, let me ask you a question. Who of you knows the song that the DJ was playing just now?"

Billy, who had followed along, said, "I know this. There's a similar melody in the opera Turandot. I love that opera and have seen it at least ten times, so I'm very impressed by this melody. Okay, to be honest, I've seen it so many times because it makes me look classy when I take girls to the opera."

Pascal said, "I learned this piece when I was a piano student. It's called 'What a Beautiful Jasmine Flower.' Just now, our prince mentioned the opera 'Turandot.' That's because when Giacomo Puccini wrote 'Turandot,' he was describing the history of China and drew inspiration from Chinese folk songs."

Billy said helplessly, "I told you not to call me 'Prince' when we're together. This name sounds more like a joke when we're together with you guys!"

"Yes, Prince! I will remember this from now on!"

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Xiao Peng wasn't surprised that they could answer these questions. These wealthy, aristocratic children had grown up in such a privileged environment with abundant resources, and they had received a better education than children from ordinary families and had a broader vision than their peers.

Xiao Peng snapped his fingers. "Pascal is right, but did you hear what that DJ said just now? He said this is a traditional Korean folk song! I'd be letting myself down if I don't beat him to death today!"

Everyone present was dumbfounded: "You...you did this for this?"

Xiao Peng waved his hand at the suited men and security personnel present. "Alright, all of you go away. I know organizing a music festival isn't easy for you. I won't delay his performance. I'll just give him a beating after he's done! Go do whatever you need to do! You can choose to call the police or tell him to run away. And I swear to God, don't even think about hosting a music festival again. I promise you won't be able to survive anywhere!"

The festival organizers were dumbfounded. "You're being too arrogant, aren't you? You really don't take us seriously!"

But they are not stupid at heart, and these people are really not people they can afford to offend.

Listening to their addresses, one person was called "Prince", and judging by his conversation, he was no mere pretentious person. Could he really be a "Prince"? There were also a few people whose clothes were nothing special, but he still noticed when Fabian took out a cigar box.

What are the British like? They call themselves "gentlemen," but another meaning of that term is "fussy." They're particularly particular about men's gadgets like cigar boxes and hip flasks. They didn't know what kind of cigars Fabian had, but they recognized the Spanish cedar cigar box. Judging by the carvings and the exquisite calfskin jacket, it couldn't have cost less than £10,000. Could anyone carry such an expensive cigar box?

The scariest thing is: they are all young people!

Being young and rich means you can do things without considering the consequences: if you get into trouble, your family will definitely cover for you!

People like this are the most troublesome!

They couldn't figure out one thing: What was up with this Chinese guy? Why did Kasim call him boss? These "princes" and the like were clearly centered around him. What was his origin?

Several people looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

Fabian took a puff of his cigar: "Brother, do you really want to smoke him?"

"It has to be smoked!" Xiao Peng said firmly: "Even if God came today, he couldn't save him!"

"Then go ahead!" Fabian said, "But I have a question I'd like you to explain to me, okay?"

Xiao Peng smoked a cigar and said, "Of course."

Fabian asked, puzzled. "I don't know why a Korean DJ's nonsense would make you so angry." Xiao Peng took a puff of his cigar. "In 2012, a programmer in Japan created a small program specifically to collect Koreans' online slander and cultural theft. The program constantly refreshes and collects various Google posts about Koreans plagiarizing Japanese culture. Do you know how much evidence this program has collected so far?"

Everyone shook their heads.

Xiao Peng gave the answer: "One hundred and two thousand! Almost one is added every hour! Sushi was invented by Goryeo, ninjutsu was invented by Goryeo, swordsmanship was invented by Goryeo, and even the country of Japan was founded by Goryeo. And this is just the amount of things Goryeo has stolen from Japan. The amount of things they have stolen from China is more than ten times that of Japan. Now even our Chinese New Year has become the Korean New Year in their mouths! If I meet such a scoundrel, wouldn't I beat him up?"