"We swear, we came to Qustia because we love its culture. We'll never talk smack about it ever again!"

Seeing these arrogant, high-and-mighty Southsirenese filled with fear and terror delighted the crowd, and they waved their arms in glee.

"He's right! We might be friendly, but that doesn't mean we're weak!"

"Yeah. Next time I see you bully our friends again, I'll kick your butt. Even if I can't win, I'm going to give all I have!"

"Me too. Qustians are united! We can beat you Southsirenese easily!"

"Yeah. We have the numbers advantage, not you!"

The united spirit of the crowd terrified the foreigners, and their faces turned as pale as a sheet. If these people came after them, they'd be taken down in mere moments no matter how powerful they were. They were not Kingsley, after all.

Kingsley looked at the defeated Kendrick coldly. "Taekwondo's good for the body, so it's not totally useless. However, don't ever compare it to Qustia Arts. We're leagues ahead of you."

A bleeding Kendrick hoarsely said, "I-I understand. I've felt its power first-hand."

"And..." Kingsley raised two fingers and wagged them. "You got two things wrong. One, acupuncture and Meridian Arts are inventions of Qustia. If you have a problem with that, I don't mind showing you my skills. Two, no matter the occasion, Southsiren will always lose to us. You used to be our vassal state, remember?"

All the folks of Southsiren Republic had terrible expressions. Kingsley was right. In times long past, Southsiren was Qustia's vassal state, but it was part of their history they would never acknowledge. Kingsley looked at them coolly. "Do you have a problem with that?"

"N-No." Perry hung his head low. "You speak the truth."

Kendrick and his lackeys were reluctant to admit it, but they had to speak up. "You're right. We'll never say anything stupid again."

Kingsley nodded and looked at Perry. "Mr. Cortez, thanks for the confession. I believe it's time to settle your case now."

"M-My case?" Horrified, Perry said, "But I admitted defeat. I agreed with everything you said. What else do you want?"

Kingsley narrowed his eyes and pointed at Queenie. "When I came to the Taekwondo Club's office, you were going to lay your hands on her, weren't you?"

Courtney yelled immediately, "That's right! If Kingsley hadn't arrived, you would've laid your hands on Queenie! You're going to get punished for that."

"I..." Perry's lips were trembling. "I didn't..." The next moment, he pointed at Calvin. "He did it. He called me over! He said that his mobility was limited so he needed my help to teach a girl a lesson."

Calvin felt his blood run cold. "Mr. Cortez, I did need your help with something, but you were the one who suggested taking their nudes," Calvin shouted. "You wanted to blackmail them because you wanted to sleep with Courtney! This isn't my fault!"

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