The School Beauty’s Super Rogue

Chapter 1308 - 1303: Visitors from Japan

This person, seems like the brute who was about to hit Wulang earlier? Seems to be called Xinmu?

How dare he do this?

In the midst of everyone’s shock, Xinmu disdainfully spat on Wulang, and rotated the tip of his foot, making Wulang scream even more miserably.

He shouted angrily, "You little Jap, comfortable now, huh?"

"Ah! Despicable China..."

Wulang gritted his teeth and barely shouted a sentence when Xinmu stomped again.

"Ah!"

The harsh words turned into a scream, and Wulang’s face instantly went pale.

Xinmu then coldly said, "You bastard, think Huaxia has no one to stand up to you! I’ll play the hero who beats the Jap once!"

"You!"

Wulang was furious and enraged inside, but dared not speak out.

He could only silently endure the pain and humiliation.

Xinmu bent down, his large palm disdainfully patting Wulang’s face, "Little Jap, why aren’t you shouting now?"

Wulang bit his lip, shivered, and squeezed a sentence from his throat, "You’ve caused trouble..."

"Trouble?"

Xinmu laughed disdainfully, "Did you forget our bet? My boss won the match, so it’s perfectly justifiable for me to hit you, not violating morals or law!"

"Ah!"

Wulang was livid with anger; Xinmu’s words weren’t without reason, and indeed, with the bet, Xinmu had the right to act.

But to swallow this resentment?

Wulang couldn’t accept it, so he cast a glance somewhere in the crowd.

There stood a girl with a baseball cap, looking very ordinary, her eyes somewhat vacant.

Seeing Wulang glance over, the girl immediately nodded.

Only then did Wulang feel somewhat relieved.

This girl was his assistant, Xue Juan. Despite the big incident, even though the assistant was Chinese, she had to report it to the higher-ups.

Knowing the assistant had notified the higher-ups, Wulang wasn’t as scared anymore; he knew his backup would arrive soon.

The expansive airport was crowded with people.

Apart from necessary crowd movements, most people gathered at the left side entrance.

There was an empty area here.

A few drops of fresh blood lay on the ground, coming from Wulang’s nostrils.

The young pianist no longer wore his former composure and grace. His right cheek was bruised, with bloodstains below his nostrils, and his once gel-fixed hairstyle was disheveled and messy.

Overall, he didn’t resemble the renowned Piano Prince but more like a pitiful fallen figure.

Such a situation is extremely hurtful.

However, Wulang’s feelings weren’t as dire as imagined.

He understood that his backup would arrive soon.

He didn’t know who the backup was, but clearly, it must have an official background.

Such a person can’t be dealt with by force.

Xinmu didn’t know Wulang’s thoughts.

He just found this Jap’s expression irritating, especially the seemingly mocking look in his narrow eyes.

Xinmu furrowed his brows, anger reappearing on his face, "Little Jap, dare look at me like this? Believe me, I’ll beat you to death!"

Upon hearing this, Wulang’s face turned pale again, and the hatred in his eyes vanished.

Xinmu noticed and glanced around, realizing everyone was watching him, suddenly feeling quite pressured.

Though reckless, Xinmu wasn’t stupid.

In fact, his mind was filled with wisdom.

Understanding Wulang’s identity, he also knew he seemed to have caused a bit of trouble.

But no worries, with the boss present, no trouble is unsolvable.

So, Xinmu grabbed Wulang’s collar and dragged him to Qin Hao, throwing him down, Wulang landed in a sorry state, while Xinmu bowed to Qin Hao, saluting, "Boss! This Jap is so vile, why don’t you come and hit him too!"

Boss!

This burly man was calling this piano master boss?

What’s the true identity of this piano master then?

Clearly, Xinmu’s large stature easily made people think of his remarkable background.

And such a strong person like Xinmu served only Qin Hao.

Then, how strong must Qin Hao’s background be?

People around, especially passersby, inevitably fell into shock and curiosity.

Qin Hao let others watch him, merely looked at Xinmu calmly and laughed, "Making trouble yourself, and want me to intervene?"

"Hehe! Boss figured it out!"

Xinmu awkwardly rubbed his head, showing a simple smile, "After all, this Jap is quite famous. I’m afraid the Foreign Ministry might come after me, so, boss, you should punch him too to draw attention away, then even if the Jap comes after me, I won’t be afraid!"

Such words left Qin Hao speechless.

Speaking of sharing the burden so elegantly, Xinmu apparently wasn’t of legendary woodfish-mindedness!

"You dare hit me!"

Hearing about getting beaten again, Wulang jumped up instantly, glaring at Qin Hao with hate-filled eyes.

He understood that his pitiful and miserable state was entirely caused by the Huaxia youth before him.

Had it not been for him playing the fool and taking advantage, he wouldn’t have agreed to a piano contest.

Had the opponent’s skill not been so extraordinary, he wouldn’t have suffered a crushing defeat.

If not for the crushing defeat, he wouldn’t have gone mad and wouldn’t have offended so many Huaxia fans, nor been brutally beaten by this pathetic giant.

Wulang couldn’t vent his hatred on others, so Qin Hao became the recipient of his fury.

"Dare look at the boss like that again?"

Xinmu raised an eyebrow, ready to strike with his large hand.

Wulang shivered with fear, lips turning pale, ready to plead.

"Hold on!"

An imperfect Mandarin voice came through.

Soon, many footsteps echoed from the airport entrance.

The crowd stirred, the path cleared, and a group in black suits arrived on the scene.

This bunch varied in appearance, some handsome, some ugly, some short, some tall.

But the one thing they all shared was an air of dignity exuding from them.

This aura was hard for ordinary people to possess, typically found in high-ranking or significant positions.

The group’s leader was an elderly man in glasses with thinning white hair, neatly shaved beard, wearing frog-eyed glasses, looking somewhat gaunt, yet his eyes were extremely cold.

He looked at the fallen Wulang, a face full of distress, "Mr. Wu Lang!"

"It’s Ambassador Mitsuoka!"

Wulang instinctively cried out, then revealed a look of joy on his face, "Ambassador Mitsuoka! You finally came!"

Upon hearing this, with the old man’s attire and name, the onlookers realized the truth.

Turns out, this group was from Japan’s officials! They were here to rescue Wulang!

With this fact established, everyone looked worriedly at Qin Hao and Xinmu.