"Superhero Y?" The Southeast Asian man's lips curled into a teasing smile as he walked slowly towards the little boy's stall. He looked at the assortment of superhero merchandise on the stall, then proceeded to take up Y's mask. "Is it this one?"
Following that, he threw the mask on the floor and stomped on it!
"Chinese Kungfu is sh*t, and so is your superhero! Where is he? Ask him to show himself if he dares to!" The Southeast Asian man laughed as he kicked the mask away.
The little boy quickly rushed over in tears to pick up the mask from the floor, rubbing at the footprint on the mask with his hands.
By then, all the Chinese people in the crowd fell silent. They were filled with rage, yet could only blame themselves for their incompetence.
"You should stop performing such crappy Chinese Kungfu over here in the future. I'll beat you up every time I see you!" the Southeast Asian man sneered at the middle-aged man.
