In the air, there was a smell of inferior tobacco and inferior wine.

This is probably the first time Yang Mu faced such a scene, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

At this moment, the hut resumed the noisy, and those who played billiards and those who drank and chatted continued to chat. Although there were not many Asians coming to Loronm, they had not appeared. Everyone did not find any surprises, even if Yang Mu was in ragged clothes, people were not surprised.

Seeing that no one was staring at him, Yang Mu breathed a sigh of relief.

When he came to the bar, he saw a thin black man coming over and asked in a cold voice: "What should I drink?"

"Give me a glass of water."

The black man was stunned and suddenly burst into laughter.

"Have you heard that this guy actually wants a glass of water."

The drinkers at the bar laughed loudly.

Yang Mu looked a little restrained and looked at the black man and said, "Why, can't you ask for water?"

The black man was so smirking that he gasped and said, "Man, do you want to be so funny... This is a tavern, the best tavern in Loronm, you actually came to ask for a glass of water?"

"Boy, where are you from?"

A white man came over with a strong smell of wine.

"I am Chinese."

Although he has never been to China and has no identity in China, Yang Mu always believes that he is a Chinese.

"He said he was Chinese!"

The white man hugged Yang Mu's shoulders and laughed loudly at the others.

There was a burst of hilarious noise in the tavern, but Yang Mu didn't know, what's ridiculous about this?

"Listen to the boy, this is a tavern, a place where men come.

Only women and sissy will ask for water to drink...Boy, you, who have a tender skin, aren't you a sissy too? I've seen many Chinese people, like a group of quails. Do you know what quails are? They just keep their heads shrank."

After saying that, the white man made a quail, which made everyone laugh again.

Yang Mu's face changed!

His face looked very ugly, and he turned his head to look at the white man.

"Why, are the quail angry?" The white man said and pushed Yang Mu, "Then come and hit me! Look at your face, it scared Old Tom. How about it? You Chinese idiots, come and hit me."

The whites obviously have deep hostility towards the Chinese and do not provoke them in their words.

But the black man behind the bar was unhappy, "Old Tom, you've drunk too much, don't make trouble with me."

"I didn't make trouble. I just wanted our Chinese friends to invite me to have a drink."

Tom seemed to be intrigued and pushed Yang Mu again, "Hey, Chinese, how about treating me with a drink? Aren't you Chinese very rich? Why don't you treat me with a drink! Old Tom is a pitiful person... Hey, your crutch looks good! Chinese are so rich. Is that eagle made of gold? Let me see."

He said, reaching out and grabbing the eagle-headed crutch on Yang Mu's backpack.

A coldness flashed in Yang Mu's eyes, and suddenly raised his hand, grabbed Tom's wrist, and gently pulled him back. Tom couldn't help but pounce forward, stumbled and hit a wine table, and he fell to the ground.

In the hotel, it suddenly became quiet.

Tom turned over and got up, pulling out a sharp fighting knife from his waist, "Damn Chinese monkey, this is not Lora. If I kill you, no one will collect your body. Today I will let you know how powerful Old Tom is."

God knew what kind of hatred this old Tom had with China, so he held the fighting knife and stabbed Yang Mu.

"Tom, stop!"

The black man behind the bar immediately took out a gun from under the bar and wanted to stop him.

But before he could hold the gun firmly, Yang Mu had already grabbed Tom's wrist with one hand. He didn't see how hard he tried. When he twisted his hand, he heard a crisp sound. The old Tom screamed and the fighting knife fell off his hand and fell to the ground.

Yang Mu stood there motionless, raising his hand and hitting Old Tom in the face.

He hit him with his palm, and was afraid of killing Old Tom. But even so, Yang Mu's attack made Tom lean back, his body suddenly flew up, and his bloated fell to the ground. His teeth were almost completely knocked off, and his nose bones were also broken by Yang Mu. Blood flowed out along the nose and corners of his mouth, and his wrist was twisted and deformed.

"Bastard, do you want to beat him to death?"

When I was with Tom, the white man who had just laughed the most exaggeratedly stood up and took out a pistol.

But before he could raise the gun, Yang Mu lifted the fighting knife on the ground with his feet, grabbed the fighting knife in his hand, and turned his body with the momentum. No one could see how he moved, but appeared beside the white man. Yang Mu grabbed the white man's hand with one hand, knocked hard on the bar, then raised the fighting knife and stabbed it with one knife.

The white man's hand was nailed to the bar, and he screamed in pain.

At this time, Old Tom got up from the ground and shook his head hard. The intact hand escaped from behind a gun. Just as he was about to shoot, he found that Yang Mu had appeared in front of him. Yang Mu grabbed Tom's neck with one hand and smashed it hard on the bar. Then he heard a gambler, the bar was broken, Tom's head was covered in blood, his mouth was opened, and he struggled desperately.

Bang!

A gunshot.

The black man shot into the sky, calming down the originally turbulent tavern.

He pointed a gun at Yang Mu and shouted: "Let him go, you bastard, do you want to kill him?"

Yang Mu pinched Tom's neck with one hand and glanced at the white man who was trying to pull out the fighting knife.

"They are asking me for trouble first."

"I don't care, I just know, you want to kill them."

"So what?"

Yang Mu rubbed his nose, "I want a glass of water, can I?"

The black man's hands holding guns were shaking constantly.

A black man came over and said to him, "Lance, give him a glass of water...Don't you see that this guy is a lunatic?"

The black man named Lance did not move.

Yang Mu looked at him and whispered: "If I were you, I wouldn't have pointed a gun at others, it would be easy to get out of fire."

"You, you, you..."

The more peaceful and quiet Yang Mu's voice became, the more feared Lance felt.

Because he could feel that under Yang Mu's calm voice, there seemed to be a terrifying murderous intent...

This is completely different from the Chinese people he remembers. In Lance's impression, Chinese people are synonymous with timid and restrainedness. He has worked in Lola, where Chinese people there look very kind and friendly, and they are completely different from the feeling that Yang Mu brings to him.

"Okay, stop."

Just then, a sound with a strong accent came from the corner of the tavern.

I saw a magnificent man standing up from the corner, walking to the bar and saying, "Lance, put away the gun.

I dare to assure you that as long as you dare to pull the trigger, you will become a dead person.

My friends in China also asked you to let Tom go. They are just two insignificant little mice, so why do you have the same knowledge as them? I believe that there must be something wrong with you when you come here. I'm afraid you will be very difficult to succeed with your attitude."

The man was about 190 cm tall, which was quite similar to Old Babu.

However, he looked much more burly than Old Babu. He was wearing a pair of jeans, a vest on his upper body, and a leather jacket in his hand. His naked body was exposed, and his muscles were erect, and there was a strong visual impact. He stood there, without a gun, and had a smile on his face, but he exuded a strong sense of danger.

"Hey, my friend of China, I believe you want to solve the problem, not cause trouble.

My name is Molinov, and I am a Russian... Those two little mice are not worth mentioning at all. If you kill them, you will break the rules here. Let him go! That guy was fired by you Chinese because he stole things, so he has always hated the Chinese. But you also know that the Americans are like this. They always think that everything they did is correct. Lance is a good person. When Tom took action just now, he was still ready to stop them. But he didn't expect... your skills were so beautiful, wasn't it kung fu? It was like Bruce Lee... I'll fight!"

Molinov spoke and made a standard move by Bruce Lee.

It’s a pity that Yang Mu didn’t know Bruce Lee, nor did he hear of Bruce Lee!
Chapter completed!