"Yes. You just need to fall when I hit you, and you can earn five million. I think, for a martial artist, that's not a small amount." Jin Changxiu nodded.
"Are you South Korean?" Ren Feng asked.
"Yes, I am from South Korea."
Ren Feng waved his hand and said, "Alright, stop with the South Korea nonsense, it just makes my skin crawl. How about this, you squat down, pull your ears with your hands, and shout three times 'Cheng Fei is a dog', I'll give you ten million, how about that?"
"Are you insulting me and my country?" Jin Changxiu was immediately a bit angry.
"That's right," Ren Feng nodded and said, "In my eyes, so-called Korean bastards have nothing worthy of respect."
"You're asking for death!" Jin Changxiu roared, clenching his fist and charging at Ren Feng.
