The Koreans who had been clamoring to kill Mu Feng were now prostrate on the ground, their arrogance completely gone.
"Don't kill me, brother, don't kill me!"
"Please, we were just being used, we never intended to harm you!"
They kowtowed incessantly, their foreheads soon bleeding and becoming a bloody mess.
Mu Feng sneered, "You people brought this upon yourselves. But I was only acting in self-defense. You should leave immediately!"
At this, the surviving Koreans were overjoyed. They scrambled away in disgrace, hiding at a distance to watch secretly.
At this moment, Han Jun was left all alone. His scheme had fallen apart, and he was trembling all over.
He understood that he was no match for his opponent and might even die here.
Mu Feng slowly walked over and said, "Patriarch Han, your ability to instigate others is indeed impressive. I truly admire it. But now? Do you have any more sinister tricks? Hurry up and use them, or you won't have another chance!"
Han Jun, of course, could not be spared. This man was a dangerous individual and had to die.
"I originally had no intention of offending you, but you should accept defeat when you lose. Aren't you a bit too bloody?"
His tone was clearly no longer as arrogant, and he seemed to be trying to reason.
Mu Feng rubbed his nose and said, "I can't be bothered to make a move on you. How about this: if you publicly reveal your scheme, I'll let you go, what do you say?"
He was only saying this for effect; he naturally intended to deal with Han Jun in secret later.
Han Jun's old face flushed red. He was in a difficult position now. If he didn't confess honestly, his life would surely be forfeit.
Thinking this, he gritted his teeth and said, "I admit, I did play a dirty trick!"
Mu Feng pointed to the referee nearby and said, "Come here for a moment!"
The referee, terrified, immediately knelt on the ground, crying, "No, I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"
"I told you to come, didn't you hear me?" Mu Feng rebuked in a commanding tone.
He had no choice but to brace himself and crawl over.
"Give him the microphone and let him speak clearly!" Mu Feng said sternly.
The referee felt a sense of relief, believing that the other party was going to settle the score later.
He dared not delay and immediately shoved the microphone into Han Jun's hand.
Han Jun's hands were also trembling, and his teeth chattered uncontrollably.
"Now is your time to shine. Speak quickly!" Mu Feng made a gesture of invitation.
Han Jun was terrified. Holding the microphone, he stammered, "Actually, that recording was fake!"
As soon as he said this, everyone present, including the Koreans, was shocked. It meant that their anger just now was completely unnecessary, and they had truly become someone else's cannon fodder.
"Scum, absolute scum! This is about human lives, Han Jun, I really misjudged you!"
"For your own selfish gain, you used a borrowed knife to kill? Truly remarkable!"
The Koreans were enraged. Their spears turned a hundred and eighty degrees, pointing at Han Jun.
"Continue speaking!" Mu Feng commanded.
"This referee is also one of my own. He was supposed to make biased calls for me, even if I was crippled, he would say I won!"
Han Jun's heart bled. He realized his future was bleak, and whether he could keep his life was another matter entirely.
In the audience, the Jin family members were also terrified. They quickly left in a hurry and immediately boarded a plane to Korea.
Han Jun was full of regret. Why did he have to be so bold and stick his neck out for others? In the end, he brought about a deadly disaster!
Mu Feng said sternly, "So, this was your setup? To plunge people into eternal damnation?"
Han Jun gritted his teeth and nodded, "Yes, that's exactly it. Please let me go, I have truly revealed everything!"
"Can you handle these people yourself?" Mu Feng pointed to the bodies scattered on the ground.
He nodded repeatedly, "Of course, I will handle it properly. Please rest assured, President Mu!"
"Very good. Take care of yourself!" Mu Feng walked over and patted his shoulder.
Han Jun's heart finally relaxed. After all, keeping his life meant there was hope for the future. Although it was humiliating, it was better than losing his life!
Mu Feng waved his sleeve and gracefully departed.
Next, Han Jun began cleaning up the martial arts arena. More than fifty body bags were used to bag the cannon fodder, and they were transported to Korea that afternoon.
Meanwhile, Mu Feng had also headed to Korea. He knew that the true culprit was the Jin family.
If not for the Jin family's meddling, none of this would have happened.
The Jin family's actions had crossed his bottom line, and he had to go and seek an explanation.
At the same time, Jin Buning, the old patriarch of the Jin family, was pacing anxiously in the tea room.
"Old Patriarch, what's wrong? Why the grim expression? Have you not taken your medicine today?" asked a virtuous woman.
Jin Buning sighed, "I have already taken it, but I am worried about the future of our Jin family!"
The woman comforted him, "Old Patriarch, you are truly overthinking. This matter has already been resolved, and the Han family has been punished. Why would the other party come to Korea?"
"No, no, you don't understand. We are the instigators, and the Han family was merely our pawn. Do you think that Chinese person will really let us off the hook? He won't!"
Jin Buning sighed to the heavens, tears streaming down his face like a surging river.
The woman still seemed unconvinced, "It shouldn't be that bad, right? Perhaps the other party doesn't even know it was us. Perhaps, in his eyes, this was just a challenge between the Han family and him!"
"You underestimate that young man. This person holds a grudge and will absolutely not let me off easily!"
He paused, then suddenly thought of something and urgently shouted, "Quick, go and order a coffin for me, or it will be too late!"
"Ah? A coffin? Old Patriarch, don't talk nonsense. Even if he really comes, this is Korea. A strong dragon cannot suppress a local snake. I don't believe he would dare to lay a hand on you!" The woman was startled.
"The situation is dire! Hurry and order it, I told you to order it!"
Jin Buning's beard was trembling, and he walked unsteadily, no longer resembling an old patriarch.
The woman, pale with fear, quickly supported him and pouted, "Alright, alright, I'll order it. In Korea, there's a saying about funeral homes. After ordering this coffin, you will surely live a long and healthy life!"
"Your words are very sweet, but alas, I will no longer see it!" Jin Buning slumped onto the ground like a puddle of mud.
After an entire night of torment for the Jin family, they finally awaited Mu Feng's arrival.
Mu Feng quickly found his way to a wealthy villa district in Korea.
Within this villa district stood dozens of villas, all belonging to the Jin family, which showed how prominent the Jin family was.