And so, time passed by unnoticed until it was past eleven o'clock. Salah and almonds finally got to the Qing Dynasty, and in the end, he only said a few words.
In his words, it's better not to talk about the history of the Qing Dynasty, not because he has any prejudice, but because it was too tragic.
Ying Hua almost fell asleep, but Chen Feng was full of energy and would occasionally discuss things with Salah and almonds, which made him extremely excited, feeling like he had found kindred spirits.
"It's almost midnight, why haven't they come back yet?"
Ying Hua stared at her phone in surprise. She hadn't expected that this damn almond was such a good talker, even more impressive than a professor of Chinese studies. He had talked for three hours straight, recounting Chinese history in perfect fluency.
Um?
Chen Feng checked the time and realized that he had been gone for three hours and should have returned by now.
"Hey, my friends, it seems Mr. Chen and Mr. Ying still don't understand women. Once they go shopping, they can go for a whole day and night without rest. What's the big deal about three hours?"
Badam said with a smile.
His assistants, Harimohan, Hurushni, and Bago, tugged at him.
This scenario has occurred multiple times in the past three hours.
"Don't pull me, my two friends and I hit it off immediately, we're going to talk all night long."
Badam didn't even glance at the two people accompanying him.
Harri Mohan was getting anxious and was about to speak when Chen Feng's phone suddenly rang.
"Chen Feng...come to No. 13 Street immediately, something's happened."
It was Li Qingning calling; she sounded very anxious.
Chen Feng's expression changed, and he suddenly stood up. "Something happened to them."
He said to Ying Hua.
"Excuse me, something has happened to my friends, I have to go there."
Chen Feng explained to the almonds.
But to everyone's surprise, Badam paused for a moment, then seemed to realize something, and turned around to yell at his assistants, Harimohan and Hulashni and Bago.
"Why didn't you remind me? It's my fault. I've delayed two good friends and harmed four beautiful young ladies."
Assistants Harimohan, Hulashni, and Bago were all ashen-faced. "You came in and started babbling on and on. We've tried to stop you so many times, and now you're blaming me?"
Um?
Ying Hua and Chen Feng were completely stunned. What the hell was going on?
Badam was seen hitting his head in frustration.
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I deserve to die. Seeing you all reminded me of the scenery of my hometown and the warmth of my parents."
? ? ?
Not only Chen Feng and Ying Hua, but also assistants Harimohan, Hulashni, and Bago greeted them warmly.
"That almond... Mr. Ye, I don't understand what you're saying."
Ying Hua spoke.
"Here's what happened: I was staying in the same area as the Japanese athletes. While I was playing on the balcony, I overheard their conversation. They said that their gang was planning to assassinate one of your Chinese athletes."
"I thought that China and Pakistan are friends for all time, so I came here to tell you this, but I... I actually forgot about it."
Damn it!
Chen Feng and Ying Hua cursed inwardly at the same time.
"Mr. Badanmu, you don't need to blame yourself. Our immediate priority is to get there and understand the situation. Excuse me."
Chen Feng stood up and prepared to leave, a hint of murderous intent already gracing his face.
Fortunately, they didn't do anything to Li Qingning, or perhaps they didn't dare, since Li Qingning's identity was well known to the high-ranking officials of various countries.
"Wait, I...I want to go with you."
"you...."
Chen Feng looked at the three skinny Pakistanis with a strange expression. Good heavens, you're not going to make things worse for me, okay?
What can you do?
Badam immediately became proud and danced with joy.
"I know a lot. I am not only very interested in Chinese history and culture, but I am also fascinated by its martial arts. To be honest, I have been studying Wing Chun for ten years."
"Hey, ha!"
He actually performed a classic Wing Chun move.
Holy crap!
Chen Feng looked at the almonds, walked straight to a sturdy table, and slapped it down with his palm.
With a loud crash, the sturdy wooden board, five centimeters thick, shattered into pieces in an instant. This scene left the four people present dumbfounded and at a loss for what to do.
Is this the kind of skill?
Ying Hua's eyes were filled with shock and astonishment. He had never imagined that Chen Feng would know kung fu, and that he was a very skilled one at that. He shattered a five-centimeter-thick solid wood board with a single, light slap. If that hit a person, wouldn't it break several ribs?
Is he the devil?
This was Ying Hua's idea. There was no other way; Chen Feng was simply too young. How could he have reached such a high level in poetry, calligraphy, music, chess, painting, and calligraphy? Today, he had shown him his skills again. What was there that he couldn't do?
This guy isn't even human.
Halimohan, Hulashni, and Bago's faces were flushed red; they seemed to be terrified. You must know that in Pakistan, such skill is a miracle, something only a god could possess.
Salah and almonds stared wide-eyed, their mouths agape, as if they could fit five eggs in them, showing just how shocked they were by Chen Feng's move.
"Mr. Badanmu, are you alright?"
Chen Feng looked at everyone's expressions and knew they were shocked by his little trick. However, he had no time to enjoy the feeling of showing off. Instead, he glanced at Ying Hua and walked straight ahead.
Behind him, Harimohan, Hulashni, and Bago watched Chen Feng's retreating figure and began to pray, trembling—a practice they held in the utmost respect.
After Salah and almond realized what was happening, they immediately chased after him, shouting, "Master Ye... ptooey... Master Chen, I want to become your disciple and learn Chinese Kung Fu!"
Damn, I'm so excited! I used to love learning Wing Chun and thought everyone in the world had the surname Ye.
“Dear Halimohan, Bago, my companion and best friend, you should stop praying. You should come with me to learn more about Chinese culture, then become disciples of Chen Feng to learn his kung fu. After returning to the motherland, you might even be able to serve as bodyguards for our Prime Minister.”
“Dear Chief Badam, you used to talk about Chinese kung fu in such a fantastical way. Please forgive my ignorance back then. I always thought you were just a guy who liked to exaggerate.”
"But today, I witnessed the power of Chinese Kung Fu. I wonder what kind of people in Japan would be so bold as to kidnap the Wind God's good friend."
Hulashni, Bago said.
"Holy crap, we've been in such a shock that we completely forgot we were supposed to be there to help!"
Salah and Badam quickly grabbed Harimohan, Hulashni, and Bago and ran away.
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