Goddess of Rescue System

"President Ma, don't you get so excited. I just kept my hands back. If you lose too much blood and die, won't I be involved in a murder lawsuit? You don't want to kill me!"

Wada Tortaro continued to taunt.

"Hetian-kun, I think your worry is not unreasonable."

"President Ma is also a well-known hero. He must want to die after being humiliated like this."

"What's more, he knows that after today, the reputation of the Ma Family Martial Arts Hall will be ruined, and there must be no point in living."

Li Zaihe also shook his head and mocked.

"If I were him, I'd ram myself head-on."

Wada Kotaro laughed loudly.

"Me too, I just don't know if Chairman Ma has such courage."

Li Zaihe mocked.

The two sang together, and the power of ridicule doubled directly. It is really possible to commit suicide at this time with thin skins.

However, Ma Yinghui is an old fritter, and he knows that if he stays in the green hills, he will not worry about having no firewood. Suicide is impossible, and it is impossible to commit suicide in this life.

I can only pretend that I can't hear the two farting aside, so as to maintain my last dignity.

Seeing that Ma Yinghui didn't speak, Wada Hutaro snorted coldly and said, "It's 3:0 now, and there are still seven games to play. Chairman Ma, don't let the guests here down."

"Don't bully people too much!" Ma Yinghui adjusted his breath and said angrily.

Even if he failed, who else in the Ma Family Martial Arts Hall can play?

"This is what we agreed in advance, you should at least let us fight 6:0."

"Otherwise, you would go outside to spread the word afterwards, saying that you had a 6:3 fight with us, who should we turn to for reasoning?"

Wada Tortaro said mockingly.

Li Zaihe smiled and said: "Hetian Jun, you misunderstood President Ma's meaning. The last round was President Ma's selection, and it's our turn this time."

Wada Kotaro slapped his forehead, and said annoyedly: "Look at my brain, how can I forget this matter, okay, since we are the ones to choose, then... Nakata-kun, leave this to you."

"Hi Yi!" Nakata Jiro left the crowd and walked slowly onto the high platform.

"Then...President Ma, it's up to you to choose someone next." Wada Tortaro said with a smile.

Ma Yinghui's face darkened, but he didn't say anything.

"Dad, let me play this game!" Ma Jiaji took the initiative to challenge.

He is the only master in the Ma Family Martial Arts Academy, and he is the only one who can stand up to the defeat of his father and elder brother.

"No, Jiayu and I were both injured, you can't be hurt any more." Ma Yinghui said with a bad face while exhaling.

Ma Jiaji was not convinced: "But..."

"It's nothing to worry about, we admit defeat in this match!" Ma Yinghui shouted loudly.

There was an uproar!

Ma Yinghui conceded once in the first round, and he had to admit defeat again in the fourth round.

This made the guests who already felt their self-esteem hurt even more dissatisfied.

If it weren't for Ma Yinghui's prestige in Chinatown, there would definitely be guests shouting loudly.

"You can admit defeat if you want to. As long as you publicly admit that Chinese martial arts are not as good as Japanese karate and Korean taekwondo, I will allow you to admit defeat."

Wada Kotaro had expected that Ma Yinghui would admit defeat, and put forward the conditions immediately.

As soon as these words came out, the anger of the guests present could no longer be suppressed: "I can't admit defeat!"

"Chinese martial arts are extensive and profound, how can Japanese karate and Korean taekwondo compare?"

"President Ma, you must not agree to him, this is a disgrace, a disgrace!"

"No Chinese person is qualified to say such a thing, President Ma, you must not be a sinner of China!"

"Are you teaching me how to do things?!" Ma Yinghui was suffocating in his heart, but when he heard the chatter of the guests around him, his anger became even hotter, and he immediately let out a loud roar.

There was silence in the room, but there was a cloud of anger in everyone's heart.

If Ma Yinghui's answer didn't satisfy them, then they didn't care about Ma Yinghui's prestige, and just started scolding him!

Under the attention of everyone, Ma Yinghui stood up with Ma Jiaji's support, and said proudly: "Chinese martial arts are extensive and profound, I can't beat you, it can only mean that I am not good at learning, what does it have to do with Chinese martial arts?"

Wada Kotaro shrank his pupils, and said coldly: "Baga! You won't cry when you see the coffin!"

"Hahaha." Ma Yinghui looked up to the sky and laughed, the laughter touched the wound, and made him cough a few times.

After a while, Ma Yinghui smoothed his breath, and then said: "Wada Hutaro, Li Zaihe, don't you just want to take this opportunity to humiliate our Chinese martial arts? Go and make your horse's spring and autumn dream!"

"Although I, Ma Yinghui, am not a pure warrior, my knees are still hard! Do you want me to kneel? Impossible!"

"Okay! President Ma is right!"

"Huaxia people must have such courage!"

Ma Yinghui's answer won a lot of applause, and the aggrieved hearts of everyone dissipated a lot.