"Ah, you... why are you here today?"

A delicate scream rang out.

"Today it is only the sixth, and didn't it expire on the 12th?"

The hoarse voice laughed, but it seemed very rude: "That was the past, it will be advanced from this month."

"Bang."

The bottle of wine in the pure-looking girl fell on the table. Before she could clean up, she hurriedly bowed slightly to Yang Feng, said sorry, and ran out hurriedly.

"Crazy..."

Because he ran too fast, the screen on the side was hit by the side, revealing the scene outside.

Several men wearing short-sleeved, tattooed and short-haired hair were standing in the living room. A woman in a chef's uniform was constantly bowing to them. Because she turned her back to Yang Feng, she couldn't see her appearance clearly.

When several customers who were eating in the store saw this situation, they didn't bother to eat and slipped out.

"I'm really sorry, because you came too suddenly, I'm not ready for the money. Please give it a few days, and I will definitely give it to you when the time comes!"

"Absolutely not possible!" The burly man in the lead shook his head and said, "Is this a bargaining thing? Let me tell you the truth. If we can't return the money to us today, we will take back this store!"

"How can you do this?"

At this time, the girl could no longer bear it and rushed out and shouted to the people: "You still don't follow the rules, so how can you collect money in advance at will?"

The store was silent.

Everyone looked at her.

"Baga Road!"

The burly man in the lead slowly turned around and looked at the girl with fierce eyes.

"Are you blaming me?"

While the man was talking, all four or five tattooed men around him smiled grimly and stepped forward to surround them.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

The female chef with her back facing Yang Feng was so scared that her voice changed. She stepped forward and protected the girl behind her, and bowed to the men without listening.

"Youjia is ignorant and has caused trouble for you. I apologize to you for her."

Looking at a group of black and handsome men surrounding the two women, Yang Feng frowned slightly. He vaguely realized that the owner of this store should have owed others money, and now these men are here to collect debts.

However, Yang Feng had no intention of standing up for the second girl. Instead, he showed an interesting look on his face. He picked up the glass of sake on the table and sipped it.

Well... the taste is a bit light, but the taste is very soft and smooth. Although this is Yang Feng's first time drinking sake, it can be distinguished that this sake is generally difficult to buy on the market.

Yang Feng drank the glass of wine in one go, and a light smell flowed down his throat. He could even feel the fragrance of rice flowing through his lips and teeth.

"Good wine!"

Yang Feng, who put down his wine glass, couldn't help but praise him in Chinese.

Yang Feng's praise didn't matter, but it attracted everyone's attention in the restaurant.

The burly man in the lead stared at Yang Feng with fierce eyes and asked unkindly: "Are you a Chinese?"

"Um!"

As soon as he heard the word "China", Yang Feng's face, who had originally looked leisurely, immediately calmed down. He slowly raised his head and looked at the man talking.

At this time, less than half a month has passed since the Battle of Shengjing in the Ming Dynasty. Yang Feng's body was so strong that his evil aura was stained on the battlefield. Although most of the time had disappeared under the comfort of Xu and Yan's two mistresses, and he could hide it, so people usually couldn't see anything, but now after being angry with this black guy who looked "Chinese" and Yang Feng immediately stood up, and the evil aura could no longer be concealed and emitted.

Anyone who has studied modern history knows that the term "Chinese" first emerged among the people of modern Japan, and then it was used more and more in the official world.

At the beginning, it was just a fashionable transliteration without emotional color.

Before the Sino-Japanese War of 1894-1895, Japan still respected the cultural history of China and called China the "Chinese Empire".

But later, with the invasion of ***ism, Japan's invasion of China gradually deepened, and when the word "China" was mentioned, it was accompanied by more and more insults. The Chinese incident, the Northern Branch, the Central Branch, etc. brought endless disasters to China, and it was tragic and tragic...

This situation aroused strong indignation and opposition from almost all Chinese people. Therefore, in 1946, the Japanese government issued a notice on "On the Avoid of the Use of the Chinese Name", requiring the word "China" to completely disappear from the Japanese government's official documents, textbooks, newspapers and magazines.

Now the man who looked like a little boss actually mentioned the insulting word "China" in front of Yang Feng, which immediately angered Yang Feng.

It was not hard for Yang Feng to get angry, and the man who looked like a leader immediately noticed a cold feeling around him.

Logically speaking, as a small leader in the society, he often fights with others on weekdays and has seen blood in his hands. But now when Yang Feng glares, he seems to feel that he is being stared at by a fierce tiger, accompanied by gusts of cold wind blowing towards him.

Looking at the little boss with tattoos on his body, Yang Feng said gloomyly: "Boy, you'd better take back your words and apologize to me, otherwise I don't mind giving you a lesson that I will never forget for life."

"you……"

The man was startled by Yang Feng's aura and took two steps back first, and then perhaps he felt that it was too embarrassing to do so in front of so many hands. In addition, seeing that Yang Feng was only one, his courage gradually returned to him.

Thinking that he was frightened by a Chinese man just now, a feeling of shame and anger surged into his heart. He cursed out loud, "Baga, you Chinese man dare to talk to me like this, I want...bang..."

A crisp slap sounded, and the leader's left face swollen like a fermented steamed bun.

"Bang..."

Then another crisp sound rang out, and the leader's right face followed the footsteps of his left face. The faces on both sides finally became symmetrical.

After the leader was slapped twice, he became a little dazed. He swayed for a long time, bent down and spit out a mouthful of liquid mixed with saliva and blood, with seven or eight yellow teeth mixed in between.
Chapter completed!