"We want you to compensate." The fat manager with gold-rimmed glasses held his collar and looked very arrogant, "That's how you people in country Z are, you have no morals."
"It's just that I have no ability and yet I keep bragging about it from morning to night." The thin man next to him still spoke half-baked Chinese.
"Fortunately, the people of the world are fair and returned our Dragon Boat Festival to us." It was obvious that this group of people deliberately spoke in Chinese and looked at Luo Yu provocatively as they spoke.
"Dragon Boat Festival? What is that?" Luo Yu looked at Han Yixue, "I only know about the Dragon Boat Festival."
Han Yixue seemed very angry: "It's our Dragon Boat Festival. People from country B applied for world cultural heritage protection, but our festival turned into their Dragon Boat Festival."
"Oh, that's it..." Luo Yu knocked on the table, "I only know what Bangzi said about the invention of acupuncture. I didn't expect that they also imagined that the festival was created by them. They are such a narrow-minded nation."
"I want to see your boss and ask him to come out." Gold-rimmed glasses said while picking up a wine bottle from the ground. "I want him to compensate for our losses."
The fat man was held down by the other two people and could not move. He turned his head and glanced at Luo Yu.
"Our boss is not here." The male waiter next to him saw that these B-country people were so unreasonable and came up to try to pull away the man who was holding the fat man down.
"Go away." The thin man roared and kicked the male waiter hard in the stomach. Seeing the waiter squatting down with pain on his face, covering his lower abdomen, he spat on the ground, "The people of country Z are just cheap, I won't be cruel to you."
Who do you think you are?"
"Hey! How can you hit people randomly!" Seeing Luo Yu watching from the side without any reaction, Han Yixue was a little disappointed. This person is useless.
Seeing a beautiful woman approaching, the eyes of several B-countrymen lit up, they looked at each other and said to the fat man: "We are not looking for a manager anymore. You just need to ask that woman to come and have a drink with us, and we will pretend that this never happened."
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"No, she is..." The fat man was kicked aside by the gold-rimmed glasses before he finished speaking.
"Come and have a drink with us." The thin man said with a lewd smile.
"It's so shameless. It's worse than me." Luo Yu opened the wine bottle that Han Yixue had placed in front of her and took a sip, "Mixed with water?"
"How can you beat people randomly? This is country Z, not your country B." Han Yixue saw the fat man squatting on the ground with beads of sweat on his head, and shouted to the gold-rimmed glasses, "Please get out!"
Perhaps it was Han Yixue's anger that made these people even more excited. Gold-rimmed glasses grabbed her hand and said, "I said, just have a drink with us. Miss, you won't be disrespectful, right?"
"Let go." Han Yixue's face turned red with anxiety when the strange man grabbed her hand, "I'll call the police if you do this again."
"Girl, it's useless to call the police." Luo Yu drank a few gulps of wine and weighed the empty wine bottle in his hands.
"You call the police. We are protected by the embassy, so we are not afraid." The gold-rimmed glasses turned to look at the fat man, "Please go and get a bottle of wine."
"Let go!" Seeing the gold-rimmed glasses coming towards her with a calm face, Han Yixue bit her wrist hard in desperation.
"Ah!" The gold-rimmed glasses screamed, with fire coming out of their eyes, "Damn woman!" He raised his hand and was about to slap her down.
Han Yixue closed her eyes and was waiting for the pain that was about to come on her face. Suddenly, a crashing sound sounded in front of her. When she opened her eyes, Han Yixue saw a wine bottle shattering on her left cheek with gold-rimmed glasses.
The eye of the glasses flew out, and his face was hit hard and twisted into a weird shape. His facial features were squeezed together, broken glass shards flew away, and a hole exploded on the left side of the gold-rimmed glasses.
Blood gushed out from the half-foot-long bloody mouth.
The small beer bottle knocked out the gold-rimmed glasses, and Luo Yu clapped her hands with satisfaction: "Home run."
Everyone stood there stupidly looking at the incident in front of them and had not yet come to their senses. A very soft voice came from not far away: "Gentlemen, didn't your mother tell you to be gentle to ladies?"
"Luo Yu..." Seeing that Luo Yu was coming over, Han Yixue looked at the broken wine bottle on the ground again, "You..."
"This bottle can be regarded as a gift from me." Luo Yu chuckled, "According to the authority, the wine here is definitely not mixed with water."
Several Koreans ran to the gold-rimmed glasses and helped up the half-dead four-eyed boy. The blood on his face could not be stopped no matter how hard he tried. Half of his face was swollen, like a rotten peach.
The thin man stood up and looked at Luo Yu, who was mumbling a few words with a gloomy face. Luo Yu didn't understand, so he reached out and dug his ears: "Please speak Mandarin, thank you."
Han Yixue helped the manager and the waiter and walked to Luo Yu's side. Her face changed when she heard the thin man's words, and she quickly reminded Luo Yu: "He said he would punish you severely."
The word "punishment" was naturally processed by Han Yixue, and Han Yixue must have omitted the national curse in it without even thinking about it.
"I'm going to call the police." Han Yixue said as she took out her cell phone.
"No need." Luo Yu smiled, "Bangzi, just give me some color. If you call the police, you will definitely be the one who suffers. Believe it or not?"
Seeing Luo Yu's smile, Han Yixue was hesitant. At this time, Luo Yu had already walked over and said hello: "Sourui, Sourui, I accidentally blew your boss's anus. It's really Sourui."
The remaining three B-countrymen gathered around without saying a word, and they all clenched their fists. Luo Yu looked calm and composed with his hands in his trouser pockets.
"Luo Yu, be careful, I... I'd better call the police." Han Yixue took out her cell phone again.
"No." Luo Yu turned around and said with a smile, "It's a small matter."
Seeing Luo Yu turn around to speak, the thin man picked up a chair next to him and threw it at Luo Yu's head. The other two people also picked up the ashtray and smashed the broken glass at Luo Yu.
"Boom" punched the chair through. When the fist hit the thin man's chest, the clear sound of bones breaking made people's teeth sore. He took a step to the side to avoid the broken glass, and the ashtray hit his waist right in the eye.
Luo Yu raised his foot and kicked the thin man away. "Wow!" The thin man had no ability to resist and was kicked in the chest by Luo Yu. He spit out a mouthful of blood and knocked over several tables and rolled to the ground.
He grabbed the stick and squeezed the ashtray's wrist hard, and the ashtray was in Luo Yu's hand. "Go to hell!" The ashtray was smashed on the stick's shoulder, and the debris pierced into the joints, and the stick's shoulder was smashed.
The child was knocked out of joint by Luo Yu, and the porcelain fragments were rubbed back and forth in the joint bursa, causing the pain to scream like a stick killing a pig.
Seeing that Luo Yu's back was facing him, the last person holding the glass slashed at Luo Yu's back. Luo Yu didn't even look back and just kicked him to the side. There was a muffled "bang" sound, and the stick covered his arm.
A little below the nest, he groaned and fell to the ground, groaning. Luo Yu shook his head: "At least the spleen is ruptured. It's a pity that you can no longer enjoy the happiness of a man."
All this happened in less than ten seconds. Han Yixue looked at everything in front of her stupidly, her mouth big enough to stuff a goose egg: "Is this a Kung Fu movie?"