"That's right, I used all of my strength. However, these few pieces of gla.s.s floor tiles are very strong and cannot be broken. "

Qin Hai smiled lightly and turned his head to look at the audience below the stage. The front of the stage was packed with people. A huge black ma.s.s of people had already reached a point where not even a drop of water could trickle through.

Qin Hai's voice was very loud. Coupled with the microphone in his hand, everyone present heard his words.

In an instant, the noisy scene turned silent. Almost everyone was staring at Qin Hai with their mouths agape, because they could all tell that Qin Hai was provoking Kim Ju Xun.

Kim Jong-un was a famous celebrity in China. How could this guy who suddenly appeared provoke him in front of so many people? Was this guy insane?

Other than the audience, even the host on stage was stunned. This was completely out of his expectations.

The smile on Kim Jong-il's face froze for a moment before quickly vanis.h.i.+ng as he stared coldly at Qin Hai.

The host's reaction was quick. Having received Fatty Liu's reminder, he immediately smiled and said, "Sir, you sure know how to joke around. Mr. Kim Jong Xun really did use his greatest strength. His arm was sore just now."

Qin Hai smiled, "How do you know his arm is sore? Even if his arm is sore, it's not necessarily because he knocked on the gla.s.s. As a man, many things can make his arm sore, such as. .h.i.tting a plane. "

"Pfft!"

There were also many people below the stage who were laughing so hard that they almost burst into laughter instantly.

The host went offline. He had never expected Qin Hai to say such words in front of so many people.

His mind was completely blank, and he did not know how to respond to Qin Hai's words.

The translator beside Kim Jong-il was also shocked silly by Qin Hai's words. After hesitating for a moment, she still awkwardly translated what Qin Hai had said to him without changing his expression.

He glared at Qin Hai. If this wasn't the stage, if it wasn't for the audience, he would have sent people to chase Qin Hai off the stage long ago.

Amidst the laughter in the hall, Qin Hai said with a smile, "Don't get me wrong, I'm talking about a game on a cellphone. Friends who have played this game should know that it's easy for their arms to ache if they hit too many planes."

The host let out a long breath and immediately seized the opportunity to say, "Right, right, I've also played this game before. It's indeed very fun, but my arms often get sore after playing."

"Pfft!"

The host was at a loss whether to laugh or cry from Qin Hai's words. He quickly took the opportunity to speak, "Mister, other than Mr. Kim Ju Jin, there were also many other friends who knocked on these three tiles. You didn't think they were lying? If you don't believe them, you might as well knock on the door yourself.

The host had wanted to get Qin Hai and the others to finish knocking the brick over before stepping down, but Qin Hai nodded seriously and said, "That's right, that's what I thought. You were the ones who asked those people to come down. They were lying!"

The host was completely dumbfounded, while when Kim Ju Xun heard the translator's words, his eyes burned with anger as he glared at Qin Hai.

He whispered something to the interpreter, then said in broken Chinese, word for word, "I'm not lying!"

Anyone could tell that Kim Jong-il was furious to the extreme.

The atmosphere instantly underwent a drastic change. It was so tense that it almost froze.

At the same time, Fatty Liu's face had already turned black. He immediately ordered the captain of the security team to lead some men to chase away Qin Hai and the others.

"This b.a.s.t.a.r.d, I shouldn't have let him go on stage. Hurry up and chase him away!

"Right, don't slander Kim Jong-il, Oppa. Oppa has always been very careful with business activities. He would never lie to us!"

"Who do you think you are, get lost!"

"Get lost!"

… ….

The fans of Kim Jong-il were thoroughly infuriated. They pointed at Qin Hai and denounced him loudly. Hundreds of voices gathered together, forming a huge torrent. The music in the speakers were completely suppressed.

At last, Kim Jong Xun's expression softened as he looked at Qin Hai with mockery and mockery in his eyes. Fatty Liu, who was guarding the entrance to the stage, quickly pulled on the security chief and told them to wait.

On the stage, Xiaoxiao and Jin Yu Meng were frightened by the sudden outburst of curses and roars. They hid behind Qin Hai, their faces revealing fear.

Unfortunately, her voice was completely drowned out by the angry roars of the fans.

Xiaoxiao was infuriated, and she began to use all her strength to scold the group of fans. Shang Tianxin quickly joined in as well, and the two girls stood in front of Qin Hai, bravely facing the hundreds of angry Kim Jong-gong's fans.

Qin Hai did not say anything. After a while, he pulled Monk Xiaoxiao behind him, picked up the microphone and said, "Have you guys finished cursing? If you've scolded enough, open your eyes wide and watch. "

After saying that, he gently stepped on a piece of gla.s.s floor tile. He did not use much strength, but cracks quickly appeared on the surface of the gla.s.s floor tile.

Kcha! *

The gla.s.s floor tiles lasted less than two seconds before breaking into pieces. Qin Hai bent down to pick up the golden floor tiles, lifting them high up into the air. He asked the fans below the stage, "Do you still think that Kim Jong-il is not lying? This kind of gla.s.s floor tile could be easily shattered with a single stomp, and yet he actually said that he wouldn't be able to smash it even if he were to knock on it no matter what. Isn't this a lie? "

All of the fans stared dumbstruck at the golden brick in Qin Hai's hand.

As for Kim Jong Xun, he was also staring at the golden brick in Qin Hai's hand in a daze.

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