Urban Super Medical Saint-Chapter 394 - 393 copies of Three Drops of Blood [Seeking guaranteed monthly votes at the beginning of the month]

"Jiro, why don't these Indonesians dare to give us Japanese trouble?" The fair-skinned woman being held also spoke Chinese and deliberately glanced at Ge Dongxu, coquettishly asking the man beside her.

"Because we Japanese once ruled this land! Hehe, back then those Indonesian monkeys had to stand at attention and bow at 90 degrees whenever they saw us Japanese. Anyone who neglected it would get a slap right across the face. As for the people of Huaxia Country, hehe…" the Japanese man known as Jiro said proudly.

Standing beside Ge Dongxu, Xu Lei's face showed anger upon hearing this, but Ge Dongxu just shook his head at him, his gaze somewhat cold.

The Japanese were stating an undeniable fact; Ge Dongxu wouldn't argue about that. But they shouldn't have made jokes in front of him, especially not intentionally speaking in Chinese.

Seeing the coldness in Ge Dongxu's eyes, a schadenfreude expression couldn't help but appear on Xu Lei's face.

He knew these two Japanese were about to be unlucky.

"Jiro, wasn't Huaxia Country also ruled by us?" the fair-skinned woman continued to ask deliberately.

"To correct you, that was a shameless invasion, and you never truly ruled Huaxia Country." Ge Dongxu turned and said indifferently, his gaze authoritative. Simultaneously, he subtly flicked his fingers towards the duo,

Two drops of blood emerged from the exposed arms of the two, then transformed into wisps of blood Qi falling into Ge Dongxu's palms, recondensing into two drops of blood.

Seeing this, the young Japanese couple started to retort after being contradicted and accused of shameless invasion, but upon meeting Ge Dongxu's imposing gaze, an unexplainable shiver went down their spines, and they dared not speak up again.

At the window, seeing no money clipped inside Ge Dongxu's passport, the Indonesian customs officer flipped through it repeatedly, occasionally shooting him glances, but after being indifferently swept over by Ge Dongxu's gaze, he quickly stamped it and let him pass.

As Ge Dongxu received his passport back from the Indonesian customs officer, a cold smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth, his hand now containing an additional drop of blood.

This customs officer had troubled several people from Huaxia Country earlier.

The two passed through the immigration channel, then it was the Japanese couple's turn.

But just as the Japanese couple stepped up to the window and handed over their passports, Ge Dongxu mixed the three drops of blood he held, then secretly drew a Talisman with them in the air.

As the Talisman formed in empty space, the fair-skinned Japanese woman suddenly tore open her clothes and clung to the man beside her, gasping, "Jiro, I want you now!"

Jiro, as if under a spell, not only did not push her away but instead swiftly tore her clothes off.

"Damn! These Japanese are too lewd!" Some Chinese onlookers couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice.

"@#￥%" Onlookers from other countries and Indonesia were also dumbstruck, wondering if they were about to perform publicly.

However, what shocked everyone more was that the Indonesian customs officer inside the booth rushed out, eagerly stripping off his clothes and embracing the Japanese man instead of the woman.

And the Japanese man not only did not push him away but instead held him closer, touching and kissing him.

"Wow!" Someone could hardly bear the heavy taste and almost vomited on the spot.

"Japanese! Shit! Dirty!" Some Western foreigners couldn't help but curse aloud.

Of course, many others took out their cameras to take pictures, as this was big news!

Xu Lei, seeing this, was stunned for a moment, then laughed mischievously and gave Ge Dongxu a thumbs-up, "Director Ge's Spell is truly miraculous. These Japanese who don't reflect on the war and all these contemptuous, snobbish folks should be embarrassed and thoroughly dealt with. If only I had Director Ge's skills, I would think of ways to fix them every day."

"I only acted because I happened to encounter the situation. Actually, I've fallen into a Lower Grade. If possible, I hope never to use such means or face such a situation again," Ge Dongxu said indifferently, his face devoid of any joy.

"Director Ge is right, but unfortunately, our country is still not strong enough, and our people's cultural attainments are worrying," Xu Lei replied, losing interest upon hearing Ge Dongxu's words.

"That's normal. Our country has been weak for so many years; it's not something that can rise overnight, nor can people's cultural attainments instantly improve. Especially in terms of cultural attainments, it's not something one or two people can change; it requires a collective shift. That's what true strength is, so it's always going to take time to catch up. Don't be fooled by how bold these Indonesians are now or how pompous these Japanese act in front of us. Just wait a few decades, and you'll see a change. We are cultivators, capable of momentary anger, but we should understand that actions require patience, just like our cultivation. Like what you just mentioned about thinking up ways to deal with them every day, that's not how cultivators should think," Ge Dongxu said sternly.

Thinking of this, Ge Dongxu couldn't help but reflect on the attitude of Director Ni and others towards the Spanish businessman Bravo, feeling inwardly that some things really couldn't be changed by one person, nor changed quickly.

It requires a slow transformation by an entire nation, starting from deep within.

This, just like cultivation, cannot be rushed.

"Director Ge is right, our country has indeed been weak for many years, but as long as we are making steady progress every day, such situations will eventually change. My thoughts were indeed naive," Xu Lei, being the head of the Special Ability Management Bureau in Jiangnan Province, naturally possessed his foresight and wisdom. Hearing this, he immediately corrected his expression and spoke.

"Yes! If not ten years, then twenty years, if not twenty years, then thirty years, and if not thirty years, then a hundred years," Ge Dongxu said lightly.

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Being a cultivator, he saw things in a more detached and profound manner.

Of course, when it was time to get angry or to act, Ge Dongxu did not mind showing his temper or taking action, just like he had done a moment ago; he would not put on any pretense of being above such things!

In the meantime, the two men carried their luggage out from the immigration hall, while at the immigration window, the Japanese couple and the Indonesian customs officer hadn't even waited for the staff to come and separate them before they regained their senses on their own.