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John Garret looked at Mu Shaojun and slightly frowned. "What do you mean?"

Mu Shaojun looked at John Garret as if he was looking at an idiot. It seemed like the Chinese language of this golden dog still needed to be strengthened.

"The meaning is that I need to cut open your blood vessels, bleed for half an hour, and then see the effects of your Heaven God Liquid." Mu Shaojun slowly said.

Everyone was stunned. They couldn't help but look at the group of representatives from M Country who were carrying boxes. They had just seen the strength of these people. It was probably impossible for Mu Shaojun to do so now.

John Garret looked at Mu Shaojun mockingly.

Only Lin Qian and Guan Zhong were relatively calm as they knew Mu Shaojun's strength.

"My blood is much more noble than the blood of your Chinese. Do you dare? Even if you dare, do you have the ability to do so? " John Garret sneered with disdain.

"Is that so?" Mu Shaojun smiled playfully as he raised his hand to grab at John Garret.

Seeing that, John Garret sneered and said mockingly, "Do you know the strength of the people around me?"

"They are all brave warriors who can fight against a hundred men at once. I know that there is a type of martial arts grandmaster in China. None of them are weaker than a martial arts grandmaster."

John Garret looked at Mu Shaojun indifferently and smiled, "Hold him down. I will cut the blood vessels on his hands with my own hands and let everyone here witness the effects of the Heaven God Liquid of M Nation."

The moment he said that, two of the M countrymen closed their boxes and rushed towards Mu Shaojun.

Seeing that scene, many foreigners secretly sighed. They could already imagine what would happen to Mu Shaojun.

Although the Heaven God Liquid's effect was mystical, the scene of their blood vessels being cut open would probably remain engraved in their minds.

"Bam."

Before anyone could react, two silhouettes were sent flying.

These two figures were none other than the two Chinese people who were attacking Mu Shaojun.

Everyone stared blankly at the scene in front of them. They didn't even see how Mu Shaojun had made his move before the two people from M Country were sent flying.

"Is this kind of person worthy of being compared with the martial arts masters of China?" Mu Shaojun's disdainful voice rang out. Everyone saw that Mu Shaojun had already stepped on John Garret as if he was a pug.

Many people looked at the scene in front of them in shock. They never thought that Mu Shaojun would dare to do such a thing.

John Garret was the representative of Mystic K. And Mystery K was the representative of M Country's medical community. John Garrett was also an indirect representative of M Country's medical community.

Mu Shaojun's humiliation of John Garret was equivalent to humiliation of M Country's medical field.

Moreover, now that he was the one holding onto the Heaven God Liquid, the most important crux of the world economy for the next few years. If he angered the other party, not only would he be in trouble, even his own country would be implicated.

"Do you know who I am? From now on, the market price I will have Heaven God Liquid enter China will be 20 times that of overseas. " John Garret roared crazily.

Hearing that, Guan Zhong's face also changed.

At this moment, the remaining seven people quickly surrounded Mu Shaojun, as if they would attack at any moment.

Mu Shaojun seemed to turn a blind eye to these seven people. He exerted a little force with his foot, causing John Garret to scream like a pig being butchered.

"I must kill you, this lowly Chinese." John Garret stared at Mu Shaojun viciously.

"Whap."

Mu Shaojun directly slapped him and his eyes turned cold.

"Golden fur Doggie, this is China. Do you want to die?" Mu Shaojun said coldly, "Do you want to die?" The four words were ice-cold.

A chill spread through the air and everyone present could feel a bone-chilling coldness. They could not help but shiver.

Even the seven men who were about to take action slightly retreated, revealing expressions of fear on their faces.

Mu Shaojun waved his hand and a fruit knife that was used to cut fruits on the table beside him landed in his hand.

"What do you want? I am K. 's spokesperson. If you dare to touch me, K will definitely not let you off. " John Garret couldn't help but reveal a terrified expression when he saw Mu Shaojun holding the fruit knife. Even though the Mandarin was not very fluent, he still stammered in his panic.

On the other hand, Mu Shaojun remained indifferent. He gestured at John Garret's wrist with the fruit knife in his hand and slowly said, "Just now, you said you would cut the blood vessels on both of my arms."

John Garret looked at Mu Shaojun, but the fear in his eyes became even stronger.

"Why aren't you saving me?" John Garret couldn't help but to shout at the seven Chinese people surrounding Mu Shaojun.

Hearing this, the seven of them no longer hesitated and rushed towards Mu Shaojun.

Under the attention of the crowd, Mu Shaojun lifted his hand and grabbed a fork from the table beside him before shooting it out.

Although it was just a normal fork, in Mu Shaojun's hand, it was stronger than a bullet.

"Ah!"

Seven blood-curdling screeches rang out at the same time. The seven people who were charging at Mu Shaojun had their hands pierced by a fork and they were nailed to the ground.

Upon seeing this scene, many foreigners gasped.

"Could it be that this is China's martial arts, and it actually has this kind of power?" A Russian said in amazement. Although he wasn't fluent in Chinese, he was much better than John Garret.

"I've heard that Chinese martial arts can pick leaves to injure people. I didn't believe it before, but I never thought that it was actually true. Chinese martial arts is truly vast and profound." Another person said.

Although Mu Shaojun was using a fork, Mu Shaojun was so young that he could pin a person to the ground. Older martial arts masters would probably be able to do the same.

Everyone looked at Mu Shaojun in surprise. This move of Mu Shaojun had made them understand the strength of the Chinese martial arts. No one dared to underestimate the Chinese martial arts.

He looked at the people lying on the bed and thought about what John Garret had said. None of them were inferior to the masters of martial arts in China. How laughable it was.

He couldn't even take a single blow from a young man, yet he dared to compete against a Chinese martial arts master.

"How is that possible? K chose these himself." Amongst all the people present, the most unbelievable was John Garret, who was being stepped on by Mu Shaojun. He could not believe that the person selected by K was so weak.

Looking at Mu Shaojun, John Garret's pupils slightly contracted.

Mu Shaojun placed the fruit knife on Ye Zichen's wrist, while a cold sensation spread throughout his body.