Several aristocratic students want to make things worse, but what Chen Xuan is least afraid of is making things worse.
He really didn't believe that the aristocratic students who hit people first could do whatever they wanted if they were rich and powerful.
"This..." Maupassant didn't know how to deal with it for a while.
"Chinese boy, just wait for us!"
The strongest noble student yelled at Chen Xuan.
Chen Xuan really stood there, waiting for these noble students to call people over.
Qin Feixue didn't say anything. She wouldn't let Chen Xuan give in and make a big deal trivial.
After all, it was a few noble students who took action first, and Chen Xuan was not the kind of person to swallow his anger, especially in foreign countries.
At worst, she won't study abroad in this college anymore.
On the other hand, Mimi, who was standing on the other side, was a little gloating, thinking that Chen Xuan had caused a big disaster, so what if Maupassant was there to protect him? This was France, not China.
Before the people called by a few noble students arrived, the school arrived at the scene first.
After the principal came over, he wanted to calm down the incident, but several aristocratic students did not give him any face.
And it was impossible for Chen Xuan to agree to the principal's request and apologize to several noble students.
So the scene remained deadlocked for several minutes.
More and more people were watching, and the school gate was blocked.
Suddenly, everyone heard the roar of cars in the distance.
How many cars must be driving at full speed to make such a sound?
Everyone looked towards the street entrances, and saw black cars rushing out of several street entrances. These cars all drove towards the school gate, scaring pedestrians into hurriedly avoiding them, and many people were even forced to fall down.
On the ground.
The sudden appearance of the convoy could not be described as overbearing.
Maupassant frowned again.
Chen Xuan and Qin Feixue looked calm and showed no surprise.
Seeing this, Mimi didn't bother to remind Qin Feixue not to stand with Chen Xuan.
In her opinion, her best friend is really a bit stupid for not knowing how to give up her boyfriend at this time.
Seeing Chen Xuan pretending like this, can he really fight against the powerful forces in Paris?
Soon, cars filled the entire street, extending from the street entrance a few hundred meters away to the school gate.
People in black suits wearing sunglasses got out of the car, all with expressionless faces, and they all walked towards the school gate like cold machines.
After being lifted up by these black suits, several aristocratic students looked arrogant, proud and confident.
"Who hit my son?"
A white foreigner in a black coat got out of the car and immediately asked angrily.
Then he looked at Maupassant with slight surprise: "Did one of your men do it?"
"Rousseau, this is a misunderstanding. Mr. Chen is my friend and he has no intention of harming your son."
Maupassant had already thought of how to explain it.
The super rich man who walked over was of the same status as him, but Maupassant was not afraid of Rousseau bringing so many people here.
"Misunderstand?
My son was beaten like this, Maupassant, this cannot be justified by a misunderstanding."
Another rich man got out of the car. This was a bald foreigner driving a Ferrari.
Maupassant knew this rich man, and he was about to explain again, but Chen Xuan spoke first: "It's not a misunderstanding, I was the one who beat your son!"
A few rich people leading a motorcade to block the streets and the school entrance were already overbearing enough, but Chen Xuan's words were even more overbearing than them! The international students who were watching didn't know where Chen Xuan got the confidence to say this.
A Maupassant can't be protected! "You hit me, right?"
Very good, things will be much easier to handle this way."
Rousseau threw the newly lit cigar to the ground, which was equivalent to a signal.
Behind him, hundreds of people in black suits rushed towards Chen Xuan like a tide.
Among them, there are many world-class masters who possess special skills but are willing to work for the rich.
But in front of Chen Xuan, these masters were no different from slightly stronger adults.
He used random attacks and beat these masters to pieces. They fell everywhere, and some of them were even hung on telephone poles.
Several super rich people became more and more frightened as they watched. They didn't expect that their son would offend such a terrifying super master.
Even the world-class master they spent a lot of money to hire was killed instantly with one move. How strong must this young Chinese man in front of him be?
This time, it was the turn of a few super-rich people to feel bitter.
If people continue to besiege Chen Xuan, no matter how many people they send, it will be in vain.
But we have to retreat, but we can't get off the ground.
After all, today's battle is so big. If word gets out, the whole country will know that a few of their top richest people can't deal with a Chinese boy. It will be a big joke.
Rousseau suppressed his surprise and warned in a deep voice: "Young man, you dare to injure so many people in France. What awaits you will be an official roundup. No matter how powerful you are, you will not be able to escape back to China!"
"Oh, really?"
Chen Xuan was completely unfazed.
It's not like he has never encountered such a thing as being surrounded and suppressed by the whole country.
What's more, he is much stronger now than before.
As long as he wanted to, leaving France would not be a problem at all.
Seeing that Chen Xuan was confident, several super-rich people secretly planned to ask the authorities to take action.
But at this moment, a loud voice came from behind the crowded crowd: "Give way! Everyone, give way!"
After this voice appeared, a path separated in the crowd.
A fat foreigner wearing a red robe and a wooden cross on his chest came over with several men wearing long red scarves.
Seeing this obese man, everyone's expressions changed.
Who in the whole of France does not know Cardinal Philin?
No one expected that he would come to the Academy of Fine Arts in Versailles.
When several super-rich people were stunned, Feilin had already walked up to Chen Xuan: "Dear Mr. Chen, I have compiled the information you asked for, please take a look."
As he spoke, he asked a priest behind him to present a paper document with a wooden cover to Chen Xuan.
Chen Xuan took it casually and thanked him slightly: "Sorry to trouble you."
"No trouble, no trouble."
Feilin's attitude towards Chen Xuan was even more respectful than last night, "Excuse me, Mr. Chen, did something happen here?"
Maupassant explained to Chen Xuan: "Rousseau and his son fought with Mr. Chen and were beaten by Mr. Chen, so they called many bodyguards to come and cause trouble for Mr. Chen."
After hearing this, Feilin nodded and looked at Rousseau and several other super-rich people.
"Mr. Chen is my friend, and even more so the friend of our Lord the Pope. Why don't you apologize to Mr. Chen quickly?"
As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the audience was shocked.
Originally, Feilin's attitude towards Chen Xuan was very respectful, which made everyone feel incredible.
But Chen Xuan is not only a friend of Archbishop Feilin, but he is also friends with the aloof Pope?
This is simply a strange thing that can shock the whole of France, and even the whole of Europe!
