After Johnson finished speaking, everyone in China looked angry, but no one made any impulsive move. Everyone's eyes fell on Leng Xuan, obviously listening to his order.
The corners of Leng Xuan's lips raised slightly, as if he was not angry at all. At the same time, he did not hide the sarcasm on his face, and said with a faint smile: "It is not your decision whether the Chinese ginseng will participate in the competition, and you are not qualified to participate in my competition."
The only thing I have to say is that I hope you can withstand the anger of the Huaxia Kingdom." After saying that, he turned around and led everyone towards the camp. However, after he took a few steps, he turned back and said: "
What you just said, as well as the voting, I just think you are farting. If you are unhappy and want to cause trouble for us in China, you can come to the camp to find us. We are always welcome." After the words fell, he did not say anything more.
Without further ado, he went straight back to the camp.
Johnson looked at the backs of Leng Xuan and his group, and his face turned purple. Leng Xuan's words did not give him any face at all, as if he was performing like a clown just now. He clenched his fists tightly and raised his fist slightly.
The blue veins on his face showed the anger in his heart. However, he could not say a word. The other party's kind of disregard made him not know how to face it, not to mention that the other party was so strong, even if he had the intention, he was powerless.
After Leng Xuan and the others gradually went away, he snorted coldly, turned to the representatives of various countries and said: "You must have seen China's attitude. They don't respect this competition at all. If this is the case, then we also
There is no need for such a country to participate." The members of the organizing committee all agreed.
When Leng Xuan and everyone returned to the camp, Han Qiaoming slapped the table hatefully, venting his inner dissatisfaction. He yelled: "That bastard Johnson is obviously biased towards the Americans, and he also wants to take the opportunity to deal with us, the Chinese nation.
Deprive us of our qualifications to participate in the competition." Leng Xuan said with a smile: "This is an obvious matter. Everyone present just now knew it, but due to the strength of the United States, no one dared to say it." Han Qiaoming said angrily: "No,
I will report this matter to the country immediately and let them handle it. We in China must not be despised like this." After saying that, he greeted Leng Xuan and quickly left the camp. After he left,
Leng Xuan ordered: "Old Cheng, go check on Brother Li and the others' injuries and heal them as soon as possible. There will be some fun to watch in the next two days."
Hearing this, Cheng Guodong grinned. He knew that Leng Xuan must have something on his mind. As soon as Cheng Guodong left, he saw several people rushing back in a hurry. It was Tielong and his party. As soon as they entered the tent, they heard
Tie Long shouted with a loud voice: "I heard something happened, what's wrong?" Leng Xuan glanced at him helplessly and said, "Where did you just run?" Tie Long scratched his head and said, "We have another one.
I went to find a place to drink, but halfway through my drink, I heard someone say that Huaxia had been disqualified from the competition, so I rushed back to take a look."
Leng Xuan shook his head and said: "Okay, things are already like this. You go to Lao Cheng and see if he needs help. In addition, no one is allowed to leave the camp easily without my order. Got it?
No?" Tie Long nodded and said: "Boss, I understand." There is something delayed today, and I am still writing Chapter 4, so I will update it later.