"Disgusting scum..."

With a curse in his heart, Jiang Minzhe took his eyes back.

The mood that was already pretty good and the interest of enjoying the night view disappeared.

The appearance of drunken men from two island countries destroyed all the atmosphere.

He turned his body to the side, frowned in disgust and prepared to pass by the drunkard.

At this moment, one of the drunk men looked straight at the Taekwondo uniform on Jiang Minzhe with a confused look full of drunkenness.

"Hey, konoyaru! (bastard)"

The drunk man suddenly cursed, and there was anger in his drunken voice.

"You guy who practices Taekwondo, stop me!"

Although it is used in the island language, most people in Goryeo can understand it.

Hearing the drunk man's words, Jiang Minzhe showed obvious disdain in his eyes, but he ignored these two rude guys.

Another drunk man also lit up his eyes when he heard his companion's words and stared at Jiang Minzhe.

He stumbled and blocked his way.

"Don't you Goryeo people keep saying that Taekwondo is the strongest? Don't you look down on karate? Come on, fight me."

The drunk man shouted loudly, and a scent of alcohol came out of his mouth.

While provoking, he raised his arm and threw the bottle of wine in his hand over.

Seeing this, Jiang Minzhe smiled slightly.

As a master of Taekwondo and fighting master, how could he take two drunkards to heart?

He stood firm, twisted his waist and legs, jumped up in the air, and used a sharp side kick to meet the flying wine bottle.

The posture is cool and the movements are fast.

In terms of his leg skills, even if it is a shot put, he can kick it away with one kick.

The two drunk men saw Jiang Minzhe’s movements neatly and howling strongly the wind.

For a moment, I couldn't help but feel timid and took a few steps back.

At any time, be prepared to escape.

Who knows.

At this moment, Jiang Minzhe suddenly felt his waist soreness.

It was like an electric shock, and the strength of the limbs disappeared instantly.

Bang!

The wine bottle flying towards him hit his face full of flowers.

Then, a breath from his abdomen leaked out and his body fell straight down.

Plop!

He leaned against the sky and fell firmly to the ground.

Seeing this, the two drunk men suddenly became bolder.

"Haha, the shelves are well placed, it turns out to be a fool."

Amid the laughter, they staggered around.

At this moment, Jiang Minzhe secretly complained that something was wrong.

Just now, it was clear that someone was secretly plotting against him.

It seemed that something was ticking me on my back.

It feels sour and numb, and it's hard to exert force.

Just when he was shocked and suspicious, the two strong men had already arrived.

One of them bent down and reached out to grab the collar of the Taekwondo uniform, and pulled it up hard.

He lifted Jiang Minzhe from the ground.

"Didn't you jump very high just now? Why didn't you jump anymore? Jump one for me."

The drunk man used his arms to sway and shaking them.

"Let go, let go quickly, or I'll call the police."

Jiang Minzhe was panicked and shouted a shameful warning.

The dignified Taekwondo master actually has to rely on the police to deal with two drunk men.

If it spreads, wouldn’t it make outsiders laugh?

But he was weak all over and in desperation, he could only come up with this bad decision.

Hearing the threat, the strong man became even more furious.

He raised his fist and thrust hard on Jiang Minzhe's face.

A muffled sound came.

A wisp of blood flowed down the nostrils.

Jiang Minzhe felt that Venus was rising in front of him, and his head was dizzy and uncomfortable.

Immediately afterwards, an unspeakable sense of shame rose in my heart.

I was actually beaten by a drunk man.

"You dare to hit me, you..."

He roared in anger, his forehead veins bloomed, and his temples thrust.

The angry shouts did not scare the drunk, but instead became even more crazy.

The drunkard shook his hand and threw the person on the ground, and punched and kicked Jiang Minzhe with another companion.

Muddy groans came one after another.

Jiang Minzhe curled up on the ground, hugged his head, and tried his best to protect his face.

You know, he is now a news topic.

If you are beaten to the point of bruised face, how can you face the reporter in the future?

What's hateful is that the two drunk men suddenly stopped moving after fighting for a while.

Then, one person pulled his hands away vigorously, and the other person slapped his face non-stop.

Jiang Minzhe shook his head and tried his best to avoid the attack.

Helplessly, my body was controlled and I didn’t have enough space to hide.

I could only watch the drunk man opposite him slapped him with one slap.

Slap...

On the quiet riverside, the whipping sounds seemed so crisp.

In a short while, Jiang Minzhe was beaten into a pig's head three in his face.

The nosebleeds kept flowing.

The white Taekwondo uniform was covered with dirt.

Now he has the style of a master?

Even the beggars on the street looked more glamorous than him.

The drunk man was about to fight, and suddenly, a stern shout came from his ears: "Stop, don't move, what are you doing?"

Follow the sound, turn your head and look.

I saw a patrol policeman holding a baton and glaring.

When they saw the police, the two drunk men became depressed on the spot.

At this time, an unexpected scene happened.

The person being beaten, Jiang Minzhe actually covered his face and waved his hand and shouted, "It's okay, it's okay, a few of us friends are having fun."

"Are you having fun?"

The patrol police walked over with confusion on their faces, glanced at the two drunk men who were drunk, and looked at Jiang Minzhe, who was lowering his head to cover his face.

No matter how you look at it, you feel that there is something wrong with it.

"It's just a joke, Mr. Police, I have something urgent to do, so I'll leave first."

As he spoke, he covered his waist and limped and took two steps.

Behind him, the police's self-talk sounded.
To be continued...