Xue Wen was a bit nervous. She had pleaded with Lin Mo to be her assistant and accompany her. If Lin Mo got hurt because of her, she would certainly feel guilty.
"What about your friend? Offending me means he must pay the price and understand that offending someone comes with consequences." Wu Zhiming said fiercely, then whispered a few words in Korean to the Korean man with a moon-shaped hairstyle beside him.
"Hmm, I'll definitely teach that kid a lesson. How dare he insult Han Country Martial Arts." The Korean man nodded, his gaze growing colder.
Wu Zhiming nodded, his expression somewhat respectful, "Mr. Li Zhencheng, that kid is relying on the little martial arts he knows, boasting that Han Country Martial Arts is trash. He should be taught a lesson."
Yesterday, Wu Zhiming's bodyguard had suffered a loss at the hands of Lin Mo, so Wu Zhiming specially invited an expert from the Swordsmanship School to deal with Lin Mo, which was none other than Li Zhencheng Kikyu before him.
