"I am her boyfriend. If you touch my girlfriend now, of course I have to stand up for her. Don't you feel a little stupid for asking this topic?" Ye Haoxuan said.
"Haha, you don't overestimate your capabilities." The black man actually said a Chinese sentence to Ye Haoxuan.
In fact, since China has become increasingly powerful, Chinese has unknowingly become popular all over the world. Now there is a wave of Chinese craze in many places. Even these black people will spit out an inexplicable idiom from time to time. It seems that
It looks a little funny, but also very funny.
"Really?" Ye Haoxuan smiled and said, "This sentence should be given to you by me."
"Trash, I can smash you into pieces with one punch." The black man looked at Ye Haoxuan and smiled. He suddenly turned his hand over and tried to counter Ye Haoxuan's right hand.
Ye Haoxuan suddenly let go of his hand and quickly grasped everything in his hand. With a slight click, the tall figure stepped back involuntarily, and with a plop, he fell onto the car.
Immediately afterwards, a wailing sound like a slaughtering pig came from the black man's mouth. One of his wrists was twisted at an abnormal angle. There was no doubt that this guy's right hand was disabled.
"Yes, my hands are quite strong." Ye Haoxuan glanced at the black man, turned around and said with a smile: "It's been a long time since we had a fight. Does anyone want to come up and give it a try now?"
"Oh, this guy knows Kung Fu. He is from China. Yes, he must know Kung Fu."
As soon as Ye Haoxuan turned around, several foreigners who were waiting beside him stepped back one after another. Their eyes were full of fear. Perhaps they were influenced by Chinese action movies. They stubbornly believed that most Chinese people knew Kung Fu.
Moreover, the hand that Ye Haoxuan showed just now was so handsome that they did not dare to make trouble in front of Ye Haoxuan.
"It's boring." Ye Haoxuan shook his head and walked up to the rich second generation.
"You, what do you want to do? Let me tell you, my father is William, he..."
Snap, Ye Haoxuan slapped him into his car without waiting for him to finish. He sneered and said, "I have no interest in who your father is."
"You are a violent, barbaric...uncivilized person..." This guy was so angry that he was slapped by Ye Haoxuan, and he spat out all the curse words he knew.
However, what responded to him was Ye Haoxuan grabbing his head and banging it against the windshield.
With a crash, the front windshield finally couldn't bear the impact of this guy's head and was completely smashed. However, this guy's head swelled like a rotten watermelon.
Even though he was beaten half to death, Ye Haoxuan still had no intention of giving up. He grabbed the guy and tapped him with his right hand a few times. The guy immediately became lively.
"Stand here, stand still." Ye Haoxuan shouted.
"You will regret it." Although this guy looked at Ye Haoxuan angrily and tried to show his majestic side, he was so frightened by Ye Haoxuan's look that he quickly stood at attention.
"Kneel down." Ye Haoxuan said with a smile.
"Don't even think about it. I'm from the Geer family. If you dare to humiliate me, I will definitely make you die miserably." This guy shouted.
"Then just stand, if you are not afraid of the blood on your head dripping down." Ye Haoxuan sneered.
"Call the police, has someone called the police for me?" This guy started asking passers-by for help.
"I'm sorry, sir, we just received a call to the police, but at the same time we also received an order from our superiors, saying that your situation is a personal dispute and we need you to resolve it through negotiation." A policeman came over and said cautiously.
"Oh, tell your damn big-nosed director to get here immediately, otherwise I will make it impossible for him to work here." The rich second generation roared.
"Oh, I'm sorry, this is our chief's order." The policeman said and retreated. Before leaving, he did not forget to bow to Ye Haoxuan, and then he truly retreated.
"Oh, damn, who can tell me what the hell is going on?" Geer felt his eyes turning black. Although the blood on his head was not flowing outward, it was definitely uncomfortable.
Having lost too much blood, this guy now feels a little dizzy.
At this moment, one of this guy's bodyguards ran back. The cell phone in his hand was the second-generation rich man's phone: "It's the boss's phone number."
"Here, you shameless cowards, I will fire you all when I go back." The rich second generation took the phone angrily and put it to his ear.
"Oh, dear old Geer, you won't believe it. I was beaten here, and the damn big-nosed director actually protected the guy who beat me. I, your only son, am now being beaten quickly.
He's dead, shouldn't you do something about it?"
"Fake, I give you ten minutes now, come back immediately, otherwise I won't mind collecting the body for you. Damn it, you cheating bastard, you are going to kill me." An angry roar came from the other party.
Of course, this roar belongs to the second-generation rich man, Laozi Lao Geer. He has never restricted much in what his son can do, because he has money, and he feels that there is no injustice in this world that can be settled with money.
But now the person his son collided with turned out to be that legendary figure in China, which made Lao Geer extremely angry. Now the identity of the Medical Saint is very sensitive in the Magnesium Country, and his every move may provoke the nerves of the Magnesium Country authorities.
But his son actually bullied the Medical Saint regardless of life and death, which made him unable to accept the reality. What a waste of money his son must have been.
"Oh, Lao Geer, can you tell me what happened?" This guy was dumbfounded. He never thought that his father would be so angry.
"Now, come back. I will tell you what happened after you come back. You bastard, do you know what you are doing?" Old Geer said angrily: "Besides, before you come back, you should tell me
The other party apologizes until the other party is satisfied."
"Even if they ask you to kneel on the ground and call them grandpa, you must do it. Remember, throw your so-called dignity aside now. I don't want to see your so-called dignity again. If your life is gone,
Dignity is worthless." Old Geer said and hung up the phone angrily.
This time, it was the boy's turn to be depressed. He threw his phone on the ground in depression, and for a moment he felt that he was still confused.