Ning An suddenly understood and then turned around, expressing regret, "You have indeed paid up your bet and can offer incense at Changchun Temple, but..."
Pointing at the black characters on the white paper on the wall, Ning An smiled with his eyes, "The rules of my Changchun Temple are like this; you have to follow the rules, right?"
"Fuck!"
Han Xiuxian cursed under his breath, unable to contain his anger.
He had been so proactive this time, even bringing all the information he had, just to get exempt from the so-called rules.
All of a sudden.
Not only did Han Xiuxian become furious and embarrassed, but even the Koreans who were cursing him just turned around and started swearing.
"Although he is no longer one of us from Korea, he can't be subjected to this humiliation!"
"Han Xiuxian! I'm going to skip the fact that you sold out the country, but if you dare to disgrace Korea's backbone, I swear I'll hunt you down for life!"
"Aish! Absolutely cannot agree, absolutely not!"
