My whole family is involved in diplomacy, so you dare to flex your muscles?

Park Dae-chang's sudden outburst caught everyone off guard!

"Danger!"

"Stop him!"

A scream erupted from the audience, and the host, Mark, turned pale with fright and instinctively took two steps back.

The security personnel on both sides of the stage were also taken aback; they hadn't expected anyone to dare to make a move during a live broadcast.

By the time they realized what was happening and tried to rush forward, it was too late!

Although Park Dae-chang wasn't particularly tall, in his extreme rage, he unleashed astonishing speed.

Like a mad bull, it charged at Gu Yun in an instant.

His eyes, which were meticulously lined with eyeliner, were bloodshot, and his face wore a ferocious and twisted smile, as if he could already foresee the scene of his fist smashing into Gu Yun's face in the next second.

He wanted to make this bastard who humiliated him pay a bloody price!

[Holy crap! Holy crap! This bastard's a sore loser! We need to get serious!]

[Brother Gu, watch out! Get out of the way! Don't fight him, even if you win, you won't be able to explain yourself!]

[What are these security personnel doing?! Hurry up! This is being broadcast live globally, what if something goes wrong?!]

[Oh no, oh no! Brother Gu looks like a weak scholar, he's definitely going to get hurt!]

[Damn it! I'm so angry! They resort to violence when they can't win an argument, is this what they call the "Korean Republic of China spirit"?]

At this critical moment.

Faced with the oncoming fist, Gu Yun did not panic or scramble to dodge as anyone might have imagined.

He didn't even change the faint sneer on his face.

He simply stood still, his body slightly turned to the side.

A simple sidestep, yet so exquisitely executed, caused Park Dae-chang's powerful punch to miss its mark, barely grazing his nose.

Park Dae-chang's punch missed, and his body staggered forward due to inertia.

Just as he lost his balance, Gu Yun moved.

His movements were not fast; in fact, they could be described as slow and leisurely, full of a certain freehand style.

He stepped forward with his left foot, landing precisely at Park Dae-chang's center of gravity.

At the same time, his right hand shot out like lightning, without using any fancy moves, simply placing it lightly on the wrist of Park Dae-chang's outstretched arm.

Then, following the force of the opponent's forward momentum, pull them to the side while simultaneously flipping your wrist inward and pressing down.

The movements were fluid and seamless, performed in one go.

It is precisely the most unadorned yet most skill-intensive technique in Chinese martial arts – the grappling technique!

"ah--!"

Park Dae-chang felt as if his wrist was being clamped tightly by an iron clamp, and a piercing pain shot through him, causing half of his body to go numb instantly.

His forward momentum was skillfully guided and neutralized by Gu Yun, and he was involuntarily spun half a circle before being bent over by a clever force.

Before he could react...

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

Park Dae-chang was swiftly and decisively tackled by Gu Yunqian with a joint lock, slamming him firmly onto the smooth stage floor, his cheek making intimate contact with the ground.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence once again.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the scene before them, their minds collectively blanking out.

If Yamamoto kneeling was shocking before...

So now, Gu Yun subdued Park Dae-chang in one move, that's just fantasy!

This……

What the hell is going on?

A gentle and refined diplomat who appears to be weak and helpless is actually a hidden martial arts master?!

That move was fast, accurate, and ruthless, full of violent aesthetics, even more exciting than a Hollywood action movie!

[I...I...I...What did I see? Was it a hallucination? Was that...kung fu?]

[Holy crap!!! I'm stunned! Brother Gu knows martial arts?! And he's fucking handsome?!]

[My God! I'm completely smitten! He's both scholarly and martial, effortlessly destroying enemy ships with a flick of his wrist, and his fighting style is fluid and graceful! What an amazing man!]

[This is the ultimate example of unexpected charm! I thought he was a refined scholar, but he turned out to be a thug in a suit!]

[Who just called Brother Gu a weak scholar? Step forward! See this?! This is what you call a weak scholar? He looks like he came from Wudang Mountain!]

[Hahaha! Park Dae-chang has really lost face this time. He can't beat them in a fight, and he can't win an argument. He's been completely humiliated, his face practically touching the ground!]

[I hereby announce! The refined and easy-going Gu Duidui has officially been upgraded to 'Gu the Physically Persuasive Master'!]

On stage, the security personnel who arrived late stood awkwardly around Park Dae-chang, who had already been subdued, unsure whether they should step forward.

Gu Yun knelt on one knee, casually twisting Park Dae-chang's arm behind his back with one hand, rendering him unable to move.

He lowered his head, leaned close to Park Dae-chang's ear as he struggled in excruciating pain and humiliation, and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"On the debating stage, we use our words. If you want to use your fists, I'm ready too."

"However, according to my rules... you might not even have the chance to kneel down."

After saying that, he let go of her hand, stood up, and casually patted off non-existent dust from his suit, as if he had just done something insignificant.

Park Dae-chang lay sprawled on the ground like a lump of mud, groaning and glaring at Gu Yun with resentful eyes, but dared not make any further moves.

He was afraid.

I'm genuinely scared.

This man can not only kill with words, but he can also cripple someone with his hands!

The host, Mark, and the director, Frank, were completely numb at this point.

Frank stared at Gu Yun's still-smiling face on the monitor, only one thought in his mind: Rules must be set for him! This lawless guy must be put in shackles!

Meanwhile, in the capital of China, in a traditional courtyard house.

An elderly man with gray hair and a sprightly spirit was watching the ridiculous announcement on TV with great interest. He picked up his teacup and laughed.

On the sofa next to him sat a middle-aged man who bore a striking resemblance to Gu Yun, but with a more composed and refined demeanor.

It was Gu Yun's father, Gu Xingbang, who is currently the Director of the Department of Asian Affairs of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

"Dad, please calm down. Have some tea and calm yourself down." Gu Xingbang handed over a cup of hot tea, his face full of a wry smile.

He never expected that his son, who had always been gentle and mild-mannered and rarely argued with anyone, would turn out like this on the international stage.

It's one thing to argue with people, but now they've actually started hitting them!

The Gu family's diplomacy across three generations has always emphasized "reason, advantage, and restraint," reflecting the wisdom of a great power behind the principles of "gentleness, kindness, respect, frugality, and humility."

Gu Yun's current style is completely the opposite of what is expected.

He doesn't care about "morality"; he wants to "kill the enemy's spirit."

He doesn't want to "give up"; he wants "not to give up an inch of land."

This has completely deviated from the traditional diplomacy of the Chinese government and even China, and has become a brand new "Wolf Warrior" style full of aggression and terrorism.

Just then, the red telephone on the table suddenly rang urgently.

The expressions on Old Master Gu's and Gu Xingbang's faces changed simultaneously.

This phone number is a top-secret, secure line; very few people know its details.

Gu Xingbang glanced at the old man, and seeing that he didn't intend to take the call, he walked over, took a deep breath, and picked up the microphone.

"Hello."

A steady and powerful voice came from the other end of the phone. Gu Xingbang heard just one word and his body involuntarily straightened up.

"...Yes, sir, I am Gu Xingbang."

"Yes, we're watching."

"Yes, yes, that kid was being a bit mischievous. I'll definitely give him a good talking-to when we get back!"

The voice on the other end of the phone seemed to say something, and Gu Xingbang's expression slowly changed from tension to surprise, and finally to an indescribable strangeness.

He put down the phone, stood there stunned, and didn't say a word for a long time.

"Who called? What did they say?" Old Master Gu asked, frowning.

Gu Xingbang turned to look at his father, his expression complex, and said, "Yes... the big boss."

Old Master Gu's heart skipped a beat, thinking, "Oh no, this matter has really gone too far."

"Is the boss very angry? Is he going to send that kid back to China immediately to face punishment?"

"No..." Gu Xingbang shook his head, speaking in a sleepwalking tone, "The leader said..."

"What did the leader say?"

"The boss said this kid is doing a good job. He told us not to worry, he'll take care of things at home."

Old Master Gu: "..."

"The leader also said..." Gu Xingbang paused, seemingly recalling the exact words.

He said that our diplomacy should also change its approach.

It can't always be us reasoning while they act like thugs.

Sometimes we need to show them the profound strength and heritage of our nation.

Finally, the leader asked me to pass on a message to Xiaoyun.

"What did you say?" Old Master Gu was completely dumbfounded.

"The leader told him to go all out and show us what's what. But..." Gu Xingbang's expression became even stranger.

"Tell him to be careful with his methods, and try... not to kill anyone."