Pa!
Park Mintae cried out in pain as he flew up, his mouth bloodied while his front teeth fell out. His blood dyed the snow on the ground red as he felt his face tingle while tumbling over the ground. Even his face was swollen!
Park Changmin was enraged. He said furiously, "Master, is this how you Chinese treat your guests?"
However, Fangzheng sat there in a composed manner as he held up a bowl of water to drink. He said with an indifferent smile, "Patron, there's no need to be angry."
"No need to be angry?" If it weren't for everyone around him being Chinese and it being impossible for him to beat so many people, he would have long taken action. Anyone in his place would be unable to tolerate their own disciple being beaten. Park Changmin's eyes were almost spewing out fire.
