Fang Zong saw an inflatable archway, the kind used for weddings, with "Groom Bai Bo" and "Bride [Name]" written on it.
Don't blame him for using "so-and-so" instead; it's just that the bride's name has two very rare characters with a lot of strokes, which he doesn't recognize.
"Okay, I'm illiterate."
Fang Zong chuckled to himself in a low voice, his tone particularly cold.
At this moment, a motorcade worth over a million dollars, which looked quite nice, stopped in front of the inflatable arch. The groom wore a big red flower, but was dressed in a Japanese military uniform.
It was from the 1840s, with those dog-shit yellow military uniforms with turtle shells on their caps, carrying plastic Type 38 rifles on their shoulders, and gleaming plastic bayonets everywhere, with smug expressions on their faces.
Fang Zong's gaze followed the movement of the bayonet, his expression grim, and his lips twitching.
My good mood while shopping was severely ruined, and even... my national sentiments and patriotism were hurt!
"I toil all day for hunger, and once I'm full, I crave clothes."
With both food and clothing in abundance, he also longed for his beautiful wife.
He married a beautiful wife and had children, but lamented that he had no land and little foundation.
"The fertile fields are vast, yet we still lack horses to ride when we go out..."
Fang Zong glanced at the large gold chain around the groom's neck and thought to himself that the groom really had everything and was just showing off.
If being pretentious isn't cool enough, then you're just asking for trouble!
Even those rich kids like Wang Qiang who dared to seek out ghosts and guide them into the mines are a hundred thousand times better than these shameless bastards!
Are you still laughing? Laughing? Laughing again?
I'm laughing at you guys, you son of a bitch!
Without saying a word, Fang Zong quickly walked over.
The target was the wedding car at the front, and a cold glint of light flashed on his shoulder, as if from a derailment collision.
Language education is useless for this kind of person, so let's just have some fireworks!
Just then, a boy wearing a high school uniform, with a pale face and big black-rimmed glasses arrived.
The boy stopped the groom, Bai Bo, and stammered, "You... take it off quickly, what you're doing is wrong."
"I'm not good to your mother!" Bai Bo retorted decisively.
He looked at the high school student, swaggered around his thick arms, and, thinking the other's shoulders weren't even as thick as his arms, chuckled and said, "Little brat, you dare to meddle in my business?"
The high school student shook his head vigorously: "What you're doing is wrong."
Bai Bo glared: "Oh my, still a little angry young man! Look at this, everyone, it's been almost a hundred years, and there are still these ignorant and angry young men like this. I'm saying, why is our country's education so terrible? They're always clinging to the past."
Immediately, Bai Bo's groomsmen burst into laughter.
They rolled up their sleeves, and Bai Bo even tried to ram into the high school student in a domineering manner, but he didn't manage to knock him down.
The high school student stubbornly retorted, "What you're doing is wrong. Even Japan wouldn't dare use this kind of uniform anymore. It's a symbol of communism. And how many of our people did those beasts who wore this uniform kill in the past? More than 30 million! Even if your ancestors weren't among them, they were still our compatriots, weren't they? Don't you have any humanity?"
"Look at your skinny arms and legs, you're surprisingly strong!"
Bai Bo roared, "Don't think you can act tough just because you have some strength! Little Liu, Pengzi, Lao Han... brothers, get him!"
Four against one, it was bound to end in bloodshed.
The high school student didn't fight back, and was beaten until his face was bruised and swollen, several front teeth were out, and his mouth was full of blood.
Suddenly, someone chuckled softly.
As Fang Zong walked forward, he urged, "Little brother, why don't you beat them up!"
The high school student shook his head: "No, I can't fight."
Fang Zong had arrived at the location. He pulled up the high school student who had fallen to the ground and looked him up and down.
High school student, but not an ordinary high school student.
Despite possessing energy nodes, and even reaching the third or fourth level of the Dharma, he could beat up several ordinary strong men like chickens, yet he refused to fight back.
Fang Zong wanted to say something to him, but seeing the high school student's "I'm not going to fight" look, he frowned and said, "How come you're even more cowardly than my pet hamster?"
Huh? A hamster?
The high school student was speechless.
Bai Bo saw Fang Zong meddling in his business, spat out a curse, and was about to step forward to make a move when he was pulled back by several groomsmen.
The groomsmen stared at Fang Zong with trembling teeth, or rather, at Fang Zong's magic sword Shattering Star and the Thunderous Cry on his left hand!
"A military general?" someone stammered.
Bai Bo didn't believe it: "Is it fake? There are plenty of people dressed as military officers these days..."
"Click!"
Before he could finish speaking, there was a very crisp sound.
Fang withdrew his palm, and in the direction his palm had just passed through, the wedding car, worth over a million yuan, had been cut in two.
The wedding car driver huddled in the driver's seat, staring blankly at his right side.
On his right, the passenger seat, including the right half of the vehicle, was sliding forward, and after losing support, it slowly and gradually tilted to the ground.
The scene fell silent.
The only sound on the street was Fang Zong's faint laughter.
Fang Zong asked the high school student, "Do you know how a real military general would deal with someone like this?"
The high school student shook his head.
Fang Zong then smiled and asked the groom, Bai Bo, "Do you think your clothes look good?"
Bai Bo promptly admitted defeat: "It doesn't look good!"
Fang Zong slapped him across the face: "Why did you wear it if it doesn't look good?"
"..."
Fang Zong then asked, "Do you know that you have hurt my national feelings?"
Bai Bo had lost half a tooth, his mouth was full of blood, and he hurriedly took off his clothes: "I didn't know, I didn't know! If I had known, I definitely wouldn't have worn this..."
*Smack!* "Don't you know why you dress like that?"
Well, all my molars are gone.
Bai Bo was on the verge of tears, only feeling pain. He squatted on the ground, clutching his mouth, while the other person pitifully begged for mercy.
The high school students were stunned. It was too bloody, too domineering, and too unreasonable, but...
Why does this feel so good?
【No! Doing this is wrong too!】The high school student reaffirmed his conviction.
Fang Zong smiled at the high school student, then asked the groom, Bai Bo, "Do you know that you have hurt my patriotism?"
"I know!!!" Bai Bo shouted hurriedly, "I know! I know! I know I was wrong! I will never do it again..."
"Bang!" Fang Zong raised his foot.
The kick broke both of the groom Bai Bo's arms and several of his ribs, the ear-piercing sound echoing continuously.
Fang Zong looked at the groom, who had flown more than ten meters away, and said with disappointment:
"Silly child, you know you're wrong but you still do it anyway."
Everyone: "..."
The groom had to be carried onto an ambulance, so the wedding naturally had to be canceled.
Fang Zong casually made a call to the police, saying that he had discovered a Japanese spy who was promoting the so-called Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere.
I'm sure this groom will have a memory even more unforgettable than the broken bone, even after he leaves the hospital.
"You're doing something wrong!" someone suddenly said.
Fang Zong had already walked several miles when he turned back in surprise and found a high school student following him.
He followed closely behind, his expression stubborn.
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