Chapter 273 The old beggar who was beaten by black people
Among this group of people were two tall black men, both with earrings in their right ears.
The two of them each hugged a Chinese woman with a beautiful face and a pleasant figure. Their skins formed a sharp contrast, which made them look particularly dazzling.
They followed leisurely behind to watch the fun.
The two Chinese women not only did not stop me, but also shouted loudly: "Old beggar! I tell you to stop!"
Although the old beggar was very thin, he looked extremely frail.
But he is very flexible, constantly using trees and crowds to dodge.
He was breathing heavily and was about to be caught up.
Suddenly, he dodged on the busy highway and ran right in front of Qin Fan's Mercedes-Benz.
Xiaowen, who was driving on the right, had to slam on the brakes.
The old beggar dodged around the Mercedes-Benz and kept shouting for help.
Pedestrians passing by seemed to be very afraid, and they were too angry to say anything.
Seeing that he was about to be overtaken, Qin Fan couldn't help but push the car door open.
"stop!"
"Get lost! It's none of your business!"
One of them, a short black man, spit on the ground roughly.
Qin Fan frowned slightly, "What do you want to do after chasing him?"
At this time, several other black people also caught up.
"Young man, leave quickly and don't meddle in other people's business."
Among them, a relatively tall Chinese girl waved her hand to Qin Fan and said in a sweet voice.
She leaned on the tall black man, with almost half of her body attached to him.
"This damn old man won't sleep anywhere. He wants to sleep in the middle of the road. My Miru almost fell down."
As she spoke, she leaned closer to Miru beside her. The other person grinned like a gorilla, stretched out his hand and hugged the woman hard.
He raised his chin, raised his eyebrows, and looked around, looking elated.
He said arrogantly: "This kind of beggar is a bedbug in the city, and we are the insecticide."
Qin Fan almost stopped laughing and returned the elk and pesticide.
He glanced at the woman in Milu's arms. The woman was not ashamed, but looked like a little woman who was addicted and enjoying love.
He shook his head secretly and thought: "Is this dark person so fragrant?"
However, this is other people's freedom, and it's hard for him to say anything.
Qin Fan smiled and said, "If your elk almost falls, you will beat him. You didn't see that he is an old man."
"You are Chinese after all. You don't try to dissuade me and don't speak out, but you only add fuel to the flames."
The old beggar seemed to have seen the savior, and trembled and hid behind Qin Fan, breathing heavily.
The woman giggled arrogantly, as if she heard a funny joke, and touched Milu's chest.
"What's so good about being Chinese? I'm going abroad soon."
"I will become Prince Milu's princess soon."
In addition, the Chinese girl also leaned against another black man like a bird.
The black man lowered his head and gave the woman a mouthful of water as if no one else was watching.
It's like a gorilla eating a kiwi fruit.
The woman slapped the other person's black chest coquettishly, "Samba, you are dead."
After she was speechless, she also waved her hand towards Qin Fan.
"Young man, let's go quickly. You have nothing to do here. They are all foreign friends."
"You are a distinguished member of the royal family. If I accidentally hurt you, you will have no choice but to consider yourself unlucky."
Qin Fan was immediately speechless. He had seen stupid people, but he had never seen such a stupid woman.
What a messy name, and you are a member of the royal family. If you were a member of the royal family, you would come to hang out on the streets of Haizhou.
I once saw a report that a foreign African royal family married more than seventy wives.
It just so happens that there are some brainless women in China who believe in the so-called love of a prince.
Thinking of this, Qin Fan felt sick.
At this time, I saw someone coming forward to take care of the matter, and some passers-by gathered around to watch.
They all cast disdainful glances at the two Chinese women, and many people started talking and criticizing them.
"It's so shameless. If it were my daughter, I would break her legs."
"Even the eighteenth generation of our ancestors have been disgraced. I don't know what their parents thought."
"If you look down on your Chinese identity, get out of here as soon as possible."
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Many people in the crowd were angry, talking and pointing fingers at them.
"Whatever your nonsense, I am free to choose who I like. Black people are better than Chinese people."
"Look at how weak you are, how can you be as strong as my Milu."
The woman leaning on Milu raised her eyebrows. Not only did she not feel ashamed, she actually laughed at the people next to her.
"Xiaoya, don't be like them. They can't eat grapes and say sour grapes."
She seemed to mean that she was the grape.
"Well, I'll listen to you, Meimei." Xiaoya waved her hand disdainfully.
Qin Fan glanced at Xiaoya and Meimei, two mentally retarded women, and shook his head, not bothering to talk nonsense to each other.
He turned back to the old beggar and said, "Old man, get in my car and I will take you out of here."
Qin Fan opened the car door to let the old beggar get in the car.
Miru, Samba and Xiaoya's beautiful faces suddenly darkened.
They felt that Qin Fan just couldn't get in the food and salt, and didn't care about the day when he went out. He even had to take care of a beggar.
"Hey, what do you want to do? A beggar is not afraid of dirtying your car." Xiaoya curled her lips and said.
Qin Fan said with a smile: "No matter how dirty the old man is, his heart is clean."
"What do you mean!" Meimei's face darkened upon hearing Qin Fan's sarcasm.
"Can't you understand? Oh~ I forgot, you two are not Chinese, how can people with no brains understand you."
The surrounding onlookers couldn't help laughing, and some young people even cheered loudly.
"How dare you scold us! How shameless." Xiaoya was furious and shouted arrogantly, "Babu, beat him!"
Meimei also shouted angrily: "Chinese people who don't know how to praise."
The man named Babu was a short black man with bulging muscles under his tight clothes.
He grinned, showing his white teeth, and reached out to grab Qin Fan's shoulder.
In terms of stature, Qin Fan is taller, and in terms of strength, Babu is like an iron tower.
Qin Fan pushed the old beggar into the car, and Babu's black hands were about to catch him.
He then turned around and slapped away the opponent's black hand.
"Get out!" Qin Fan said coldly.
Babu was slightly startled. He didn't expect Qin Fan to open his hand in time.
"Bah! Chinese."
He spat and struck with his fist as big as a sandbag.
Qin Fan's eyes turned cold and he slapped him suddenly.
There was only a crisp sound of "pop!", and Babu's iron tower-like body spun around in circles several times.
His ears were buzzing and there were little stars in front of his eyes.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
He was yelling and swearing, and his feet were sliding left and right in a fighting manner.
Suddenly, with a sprint step and a big fist raised with a sandbag, it was a forward punch.
His posture was obviously professionally trained, and many people's hearts sank.
The initial slap was somewhat unexpected, and many people did not think it was very powerful.
It's like when a woman and a man are together. It is obvious that the man can easily defeat the woman, but often in the beginning, the woman always slaps the man in the face.
"Hit him! Beat him! Babu!"
Xiaoya and Meimei were so excited that they jumped up and down, as if they had been given blood.
Milu and Samba both crossed their arms, looking like they were watching a good show.
The other two black men also looked at each other with a smile, showing disdain.
"Young man, be careful," someone in the crowd reminded.
Seeing that Babu's fist was about to hit Qin Fan.
"Bah bang bang!"
A loud slap sounded in everyone's ears again.
Xiaoya and Meimei's screams stopped suddenly, like a rooster stuck in the neck.
Milu and Samba both put down their hands, the smiles on their faces frozen.
The other two black men looked even more shocked.
Babu has received professional boxing training and is one of the main players in the boxing gym in University City.
When did you become so weak?!
Babu was so dizzy from being slapped one after another that he spun around several times before staggering to sit on the ground.
He felt something foreign in his mouth, opened his mouth, and spit out two broken teeth.
"It's the real Chinese Kung Fu!"
There was a trace of fear in Babu's eyes, and his words were a little out of control.
He punched twice, and the first time it could be said that he was careless and missed Jingzhou.
But the second time, Qin Fan was clearly about to be hit, but he still ended up getting slapped inexplicably.
All he could think of was the legendary Chinese Kung Fu.
"Good! Good fight!"
Someone in the crowd cheered loudly, and suddenly there was applause all around.
"What do you mean, you beat Prince Milu's entourage and walked around without finishing the meal!" Meimei said angrily.
"Hmph! Miru, let's go!" Xiaoya pulled Miru.
Miru didn't speak, but narrowed his eyes slightly and nodded to Qin Fan, as if to say: "Good boy, wait and see!"
The two black men helped Babu up and glared at Qin Fan fiercely.
Several people left in a somewhat embarrassed state.
Qin Fan shook his head and thought to himself: "What are the names, Rag, Scar, and Elk."
After getting in the car, Xiaowen also burst into laughter.
"Old man, where is your home?" Qin Fan turned around and asked.
"No home, no home!"
The old beggar sat in the back seat and shook his head like a rattle, his cloudy eyes dim.