After Peng Jun finished speaking, the people below began to whisper among themselves.
Anyone with common sense knows what's going on, but most of the people here are lackeys of the US, so they don't feel it's unfair.
"Da Xia's own reasons prevented its team members from participating, what explanation do you need?"
"Exactly! If he says that, then there's no need to set any rules about 'no waiting until the deadline'."
"Are you expecting our people to wait for you? If your people keep not coming, won't this martial arts tournament never finish?"
The vice president looked around at the people: "Representative of Daxia! What do you think of what they said?"
Peng Jun: "It's like farting."
Holy crap! That's awesome! I'm truly impressed; he managed to insult most of the people below with just one sentence.
"How dare you swear?" someone shouted, stepping forward.
"So what if I scolded you? I'm disciplining you on behalf of your dad. Did I ask you guys? You're just babbling away down there."
The people who had just spoken were all stunned, unable to refute him.
Peng Jun then asked the vice president, "Is the situation in our Great Xia the same as what they said? Are there people deliberately making things difficult for us while I was away?"
Vice President: "Representatives of Daxia! If anyone is deliberately making things difficult for you, you can go and settle accounts with them. There's really nothing we can do to you as a general assembly."
Making your players rematch wouldn't be fair to the others.
I stepped forward and said, "Master! I don't think there's any point in this competition. What kind of rubbish are they choosing?"
The three of them, tied together, couldn't even withstand four of my moves.
"Huh?" Peng Jun had no idea that I had sent all three of them to the hospital.
"Oh? You fought with them?"
"Of course! What world peace missions? They're probably all in the hospital right now!"
The vice president immediately became anxious: "Zheng Yang! Don't talk nonsense. They are the top three selected by our martial arts tournament. How could three of them be no match for one of you?"
If they really see that the reporters are being controlled, then whatever they say can be true.
My testimony is useless, of course. They can easily say that we colluded to deliberately smear the top three.
Who do you think you are?
"The martial arts tournament is an international event. How could three of those selected be no match for you?"
"He boasts without thinking."
Faced with the questions from the people around me, I asked them directly:
"Meiguo, Yangben, Yingguo, they won the first, second and third place. I said their players were not good enough, but they didn't step up. What are you guys talking about?"
Those team leaders who went to watch the Three Kingdoms show up now with their faces more bitter than bitter gourds. They probably already know that I beat up their people.
Vice President: "Zheng Yang! Don't spread rumors here. If you say another word, I'll have you kicked out."
"Oh?" That's exactly what I was waiting for.
"Then I'll show you whether I'm spreading rumors or not."
I took out my laptop and projected it directly onto the ceiling, starting from when we signed the waiver and Young Master Qing Shu was showing off.
That's not all; the speakers all around started playing sounds.
Everyone looked up, their eyes widening as they stared.
Some reporters even pointed their cameras at the ceiling.
Peng Jun patted me on the shoulder: "Good lad! You've got real talent."
The video wasn't very long, mainly because the three of them were too bad and were beaten down in no time.
After the broadcast ended, the entire audience was completely silent.
Peng Jun sneered: "So that's how it is. They even said that none of our Great Xia people made it into the top fifty."
I think it's better if we don't participate in such a meaningless competition.
Such a low-level international sports association, no matter how many votes it receives, carries no real weight. Let's go!
After Peng Jun finished speaking, all the Da Xia people left together, still with their heads held high.
Once in the car, Peng Jun burst into laughter: "That felt good! Zheng Yang, you did a great job!"
Aunt Jun and the others laughed too.
As soon as we got back, we packed up and prepared to leave.
Hailey came with us too.
However, Aunt Jun and I didn't go back to Daxia with them. Instead, we went to Gaim Island. I had to bring back the plane and treasures I got in the Rainforest.
We took a direct flight from Yangon to Gam Island, and I bought a first-class ticket.
In addition to free food and drinks, there's also television to watch.
As we were eating, Aunt Jun pointed at the TV and said, "Zheng Yang, look, it's about you defeating the top three in the martial arts tournament."
So fast?
I looked up and sure enough, it was the video I had projected onto the ceiling.
After the video finishes playing, there are also comments from commentators.
Some people say that the martial arts tournament is unfair, and that the influence of the International Sports Association will plummet in the future.
The media outlet mentioned above is from the US, and their assessment is quite objective.
Aunt Jun: "The media in the US are really something! How did they broadcast this? They didn't give the International Sports Federation any face at all."
I smiled and shook my head: "In capitalist countries, their media are all privately contracted, and they are not aligned with the national leadership."
Immediately following, another news item appeared, which turned out to be an arrest warrant.
"Old Black?"
The image above is of Lao Hei, and the description below is:
Old Black murdered Knight, a member of the National Shield organization, and Duanmu Yifu, a member of the National Shield organization.
He didn't mention mobilizing Mei Jun to attack the Miyulin indigenous people, and I wonder if that was part of the reason.
"Aunt Jun! Zheng Yang!"
Lu Qianning's voice rang out behind us. I turned around in surprise, and sure enough, it was Lu Qianning.
"Qianning? What are you doing here?" Aunt Jun said, then stood up and the two embraced.
Hmm? I don't remember Aunt Jun and Lu Qianning being that close? Why are they so affectionate?
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