Seven hours later.

The extremely fast ship finally arrived at the border of South Korea!

Many registered Chinese warriors have aroused their passion and their eyes are bright.

This is a feat!

Promote the prestige of China and show my righteousness to fight against a martial artist!

...

Fang Cheng narrowed his eyes, his face was indifferent, and he shouted softly: "Go away!"

Seventy registered warriors passed through the Korean port.

But... the seventy registered warriors were too disturbed, and the entire port was shocked.

One after another, the news spread to the capital of South Korea, Seoul.

However, the response speed of the Korean senior executives was too slow.

With layers of reports, the news slowly reached South Korean President Zhu Shizhen.

In just half an hour, Fang Cheng and seventy registered warriors rushed to Zhongqing South Road, Zhuning City!

****

A luxurious, expansive villa.

With a radius of 100 meters, there is only this huge villa.

The iron gate that is twenty meters wide, the red brick wall that is more than three meters high, and the villa building that is four stories high, highlights the overwhelming power of the villa owner.

With a dense population and narrow land conditions like South Korea, there are still a wide and luxurious mansion.

This, calling it a villa is almost an insult.

This is the mansion.

Fang Cheng sneered and looked at a middle-aged man beside him: "Have you checked it out? Is Han Minzhi's home the villa? "

The middle-aged man nodded, his eyes shining coldly: "Mr. Fang, don't worry... I used the political power of the family. The home governed by the Han Min is here."

"good."

Fang Cheng nodded.

This middle-aged warrior is the Yu family, one of the eight wealthy families in the imperial capital, and the information cannot be wrong.

So……

"Bang, bang!"

The twenty-five-meter-wide iron door was knocked away.

The iron gate fell heavily on the black crystal marble floor in the mansion.

Several cracks were smashed from the marble.

Fang Cheng led the way, and then 69 registered warriors, seventy people rushed into the number one mansion in Zhuning City.

The housekeeper who was guarding the door had long been so scared that he squatted on the ground and called the police.

The villa security door, the teak door five centimeters behind, was kicked away by Fang Cheng.

At this moment, the Korean senior executives had already learned the news.

All police officers in Zhuning City were dispatched!

All senior officials in Zhuning City arrived!

The senior Korean officials were furious. They had learned about the purpose of these 70 registered warriors.

It's for someone named Damon!

But the problem is that Dimon is not dead, and Dimon's son is just in a coma.

This incident caused seventy Chinese warriors to break into South Korea's territory?

Even if you are a registered warrior, you must not be arrogant and domineering in Korea.

Han Minzhi, Han Tianci and his son, even if they violate the law and discipline, they should be punished by Korean laws. Where is the Chinese turn to take action?

This is simply...contempt for South Korea!

South Korean President Zhu Shizhen was so angry that she trembled all over and smashed the exquisite lamps in the bedroom.

"A mere Chinese? A mere sick man from East Asia, dares to sway in our Dahan Heaven! How can we let you come and go freely!"

"I will definitely make you pay the price!"

"must!"

Zhu Shizhen's eyes were covered in coldness, and he planned one after another of the savory and vicious strategies.

****

Inside the villa.

Han Minzhi was wearing pajamas and hugging Han Tianci, angry and screaming in panic.

Fang Cheng waved his hand calmly: "Speak Chinese."

Chinese?

Han Minzhi was stunned.

He went to study in China in his early years.

Moreover, if you control the film and television and media industries, you will often contact Chinese people. After all, the Chinese market is the place with the highest efficiency and best quality to make money.

Therefore, Korean Minzhi is Chinese.

"Are you Chinese? You're privately rushing into a private house. Do you know that this is a death sentence in South Korea?"

Fang Cheng smiled faintly and stared at Han Minzhi with interest:

"We are registered war martial artists in China. I heard that you are a professional-level warrior. There are 70 people and twenty-six professional-level people here. What else do you want to say?"

"As for Korean laws, don't mention them. Korean laws do not control our registered warriors, and they do not apply to us Chinese."

Han Minzhi felt a chill in his heart.

Registered Warrior! That nigger!

Dahan Tianshen is here. If he had known this, he would have killed that nigger!

Regret flowed in his heart, but Han Minzhi was not panicked, barely suppressing the anger in his heart, and said:

"This is South Korea. Your behavior will destroy the good friendship between our Dahan Heaven and China. If you leave now, I can pretend that nothing has happened."

"Also, I am a member of the South Korean Parliament. I know your Chinese Foreign Minister, Mr. Lee. As long as I make a call, you will be punished by the Chinese Foreign Ministry."

Speaking of this, Han Minzhi was a little proud.

Chinese laws have always been friendly to foreigners and are very harsh on their own.

As long as he has a phone call, he believes that these people will go to prison under the fair and selfless laws of China.

Fang Cheng was stunned and speechless: "You are broken? Registered war martial artists, no country has the right to punish them, don't you know?"

At the end, Fang Cheng suddenly remembered South Korea's "alien conspiracy theory".

It is reasonable that the Korean MP, a professional warrior, is not clear about the details of the registered war martial artist.

Han Minzhi frowned: "Okay...what do you want to do? My son did make a mistake, but that should be left to our Korean laws."

Fang Cheng was a little impatient and asked, "How to deal with it."

Han Minzhi straightened his chest and hugged Han Tianci who was a little panicked and afraid, and said loudly:

"The Korean Minor Protection Law has provisions, and the punishment cannot be imposed on minors, so... I will pay an illegal fine on behalf of my son, 10 million won."

"Haha, this joke is so funny."

Fang Cheng clapped his hands and sneered.

He could no longer suppress his murderous intent: "Han Minzhi, right? You hit Daimon until he coughed up blood. It's very good, then you can also take my punch."

Fang Cheng's eyes were cold: "And your son, if you shoot my nephew, I will also shoot him."

Han Minzhi was finally shocked and roared in a panic:

"I am a South Korean parliamentarian and executive director of the Four-Star Group! Are you crazy? Do you know what I am? Do you know that the consequences of this matter are already very serious, if you..."

Fang Cheng sneered, completely losing interest in talking.

A big white sun rises!

The white light wrapped around the fist.

In the early morning, a dazzling light shines.

Han Minzhi looked desperate and shouted: "The gods possessed! You are a legendary powerful man!"
To be continued...