Urban Magic Eye

An hour later, they arrived at a Taekwondo club. Lee Hao parked his luxury car.    

    

Wu Xiaoyu sat motionlessly in the car. Her message was clear. Whatever you want to do, you can do it. I don't care anymore.    

    

Lee Hao was not the kind of person who would offend others. He liked to find someone to take care of him. It was better if no one took care of him. He could do whatever he wanted.    

    

After getting off the car, Lee Hao swaggered in. He did not care about what he did and directly kicked the door.    

    

That's right, Lee Hao planned to challenge the dojo. He had been listening to the Korean brag about how awesome Taekwondo was. He had wanted to see for himself a long time ago. With such an opportunity today, both public and private matters wouldn't be wrong.    

    

Since he was looking for trouble, of course he had to look like he was looking for trouble. Was it like pushing the door? He was too gentle. He did not have an imposing manner, so he could not simply pass on his thoughts to others.    

    

Therefore, Lee Hao stood in front of the Taekwondo gate and exercised his muscles and bones. He suddenly kicked out and left a clear footprint on the iron gate. There was also an explosion of thunder, causing the students who were training inside to be stunned. All of them were shocked.    

    

Their hands stopped moving, and their faces were blank. After a while, they looked over, and Lee Hao walked in as well.    

    

Wu Xiaoyu, who was sitting in a luxury car, was thinking about how Lee Hao would find the chip when she suddenly jumped up from her seat in shock.    

    

After that, she only had a bitter smile on her face. Lee Hao, oh Lee Hao, did things so simply and violently. No wonder Han, that violent girl, was conquered by him.    

    

At this time, a man in his forties walked over. His face was ashen and he said coldly, "Sir, what are you doing here? Is there any manners?"    

    

"Respect?" Lee Hao smiled and said lightly, "I am here to challenge the dojo. Why should I be polite?"    

    

Challenge the dojo? Hearing these two words, the students here could not remain calm. One must know that they came here to learn because the pavilion master's strength was astonishing. In Korea, he was one of the few experts.    

    

"Who are you? What ability do you have to come here to challenge the dojo? Why don't you take a piss and take a look at yourself?"    

    

"That's right, the head of the club is a mafia level 6 expert, how can you challenge him just like that?"    

    

"Let me do it, I'll teach this arrogant brat a lesson" After saying that, a young man in his twenties looked provocatively at Lee Hao a few times. He even kicked a few gaudy moves.    

    

The middle-aged man who came to ask Lee Hao didn't stop him. Clearly, he agreed with the man's provocation. He also wanted to test Lee Hao's strength.    

    

Want to test him? Lee Hao didn't mind. He immediately walked over.    

    

When the young man saw Lee Hao, he didn't show any politeness. He immediately gave Lee Hao a front kick, wanting to show off his strength.    

    

Lee Hao moved his body slightly, and the young man's sneak attack missed.    

    

This man had the ability to throw himself away when he came out to challenge Lee Hao. When his front kick missed, he immediately retracted his body and used another side kick.    

    

Was Lee Hao the kind of person who would only take a beating and not fight back? Obviously not. Before the young man's attack could land, his leg had already been kicked, directly landing on the man's knee.    

    

"Ah..." Accompanied by a miserable scream of bullying, the man fell to the ground.    

    

"Enze, what happened to you?"    

    

"Enze, are you alright?"    

    

Seeing the man fall to the ground, the other students surrounded him and asked with concern.    

    

After a simple examination, they came to this conclusion. Cracked fractures and legs could be said to be basically crippled. The students felt the same way and glared at Lee Hao.    

    

The middle-aged man's face had completely darkened. He gritted his teeth and said, "Friend, you are too heavy! We are all friends in martial arts. Why would we need to injure or disable people?"    

    

Lee Hao said, "Friends through martial arts? I never said that I came here to challenge the dojo. If you want to find trouble, then go ahead and take revenge. No matter how many people there are, you can do it."    

    

As for why Lee Hao gave such a heavy kick, there was a reason. This person looked like a Korean, so why was he so polite to the Korean?    

    

Of course, there were still many Chinese in this Taekwondo club. Lee Hao would show some mercy to them. Although he did not like Taekwondo, he could not let others not practice it.    

    

Although Taekwondo was a bit lacking in actual combat, it was still good for training one's body. There was also a way to show off. If others wanted to practice it, he could do it!    

    

The middle-aged man put down the so-called grace and stood up. He said, "I am Park Zhengqing, the owner of this club. I have come to experience your skills."    

    

"Okay!" Lee Hao immediately agreed. As soon as he entered, he found his target. It was the middle-aged man. Now that he had taken the initiative to ask for a fight, it was exactly what he wanted.    

    

As the head of the club, Park Zhengqing was a level six mafia master. He had some skills. He had practiced the basic moves of Taekwondo very well. He kicked in front, kicked back, and kicked with a hook.    

    

This time, Lee Hao was not in a hurry to make a move. Instead, he waited for Park Zhengqing to play all the tricks he knew.    

    

When the students saw the head of the club attack, they clapped and cheered.    

    

"Dojo master Park, take care of this arrogant kid!"    

    

"Dojo master Park, you are so capable. You hit this kid so hard that he didn't even have the strength to fight back. He only knows how to dodge."    

    

Among them, there were a few women who were infatuated with him. They shouted, "Dojo Master Park is so handsome. I want to have a baby with you."    

    

Lee Hao was busy idling around. He glanced at the girl who spoke. She looked ordinary, but she was from the Chinese. This made him very angry.    

    

These Koreans were not staying in their own country peacefully. They had come to Hua Xia to earn money from the Chinese, flirt with the girls from the Chinese, and even stabbed them in the back. He could not tolerate it.    

    

Since he could not tolerate it, Lee Hao no longer hesitated. The moment the opponent attacked, he used both hands to lock the opponent's feet. With a sudden force, Park Zhengqing immediately fell to the ground.    

    

It was over just like that? It was too cheap for this Korean. Lee Hao exerted the tremendous force on his arm once again, lifting the opponent's body into the air and then heavily crashing down.    

    

"With two slaps, Lee Hao fell down five times in a row. Only when Park Zhengqing's face was no longer in human shape did he stop.    

    

Such a shocking reversal happened in the blink of an eye. These students did not even have time to react. In their hearts, Master Park, who was like a god of war, had already been defeated.    

    

There was nothing shameful about losing. After all, no one was invincible. But Park Zhengqing had been defeated too miserably. He had been pushed to the ground and slapped in the face. This was the level of a 6th level gangster?    

    

Instantly, some people felt despair. Level six mafia. It was already an extremely high standard in Taekwondo. There were very few people who could reach it. However, when faced with a young man from China... Without any ability to resist, what was the point of practicing Taekwondo?    

    

Thus, a few of the fierce-tempered Chinese immediately stood up and took off their Taekwondo uniforms. They spat and left without looking back.    

    

"This is what we call good compatriots." Lee Hao thought with relief, "No matter what they did in the past, it's fine as long as they can wake up at the critical moment. After all, a prodigal son will never change. They have to give others a chance, right?"    

    

This kind of people were still in the minority. Some people rushed over as if their fathers had died and cried, "Master, what's wrong with you?"    

    

"Master, hold on. I haven't given birth to a monkey for you yet!"