In India, only Indians have always beaten Chinese people. Today, it is rare to see Chinese people printing to save people in such high-end restaurants. Isn’t Chinese people very afraid of death?

When he could come here to eat Western food, he was basically a well-known Indian, and Gan Li was no exception. He was slapped by a Chinese, which he believed was simply a shame.

Seeing so many people surrounding him, Gan Li showed a hideous smile on his face and cursed fiercely: "Damn Chinese pig, I see you so dead this time!"

While cursing, Gan Li just punched Long San's side face.

Who is Long San? After all, he used to climb over from a sea of ​​swords and fires. This kind of sissy attack was a joke to him.

One kick, bang!

Before Gan Li could react, he was kicked by Long Sanzhong so hard that he lay on the ground and covered his stomach and couldn't be afraid.

When other Indians in the restaurant saw Long San taking action again, they immediately accelerated their pace and surrounded him, with their faces full of momentum.

"Boss, can you still fight?"

Long San retreated to Xie Feng and asked in a low voice: "Although there are many of them, I am still sure to fight out."

I have never seen Xie Feng take action. Long San didn't know how powerful Xie Feng was. As long as the other party didn't have a machete or steel pipe in his hand, he would be sure to protect Xie Feng from leaving here.

Xie Feng suddenly stood up, pulled Long San aside, and smiled at him, "Today I will let you see what a master is."

It has been a long time since he started beating someone. Xie Feng took a step, moving his muscles and bones a little bit, and there was a crackling sound between the joints, making Long San beside him feel a sharp aura emanating from Xie Feng.

"Look at me well, don't come over and get in the way!"

Seeing Long San want to follow him, Xie Feng said to him: "I can handle these garbage with one hand, and don't touch my phone on the table."

Long San believed and half doubted. Although he felt that Xie Feng had a sharp aura, sometimes the momentum and strength could not be confused. Xie Feng had been in the upper hand for a long time, so there would be aura, but when it comes to fighting and fighting... Long San glanced at Xie

Feng was not very strong, and he decided in his heart that no matter what the situation was, he would put it a few first.

Xie Feng didn't say anything to Long San anymore. At this time, the Indians had already surrounded him, and a few of them were waiters in the restaurant. When they saw a Chinese fighting in the restaurant, they naturally had to come up to help beat people.

Xie Feng stood proudly and looked around indifferently. Some of them were strong and middle-aged Indians.

"What? Do you bully more people? "Xie Feng said coldly: "You Indians often beat us Chinese like this, right? Today I want to see how capable you Indian monkeys are!"

Yes, Xie Feng snorted coldly!

When these Indians heard Xie Feng calling them monkeys, they didn't know who yelled first, "Fuck these two Chinese pigs to death", and a group of people rushed up with their fists.

A cold smile arose at the corner of his mouth. Xie Feng's hand shadow flickered, and both hands caught the Indian's fist at the same time. "Have you tried the feeling of breaking your hand?"

Xie Feng smiled cruelly, and his wrist exerted force and twisted. Two clicks were clearly audible. It was the sound of bone bursting. The two Indians suddenly felt a sudden burst of heat on their wrists, and then there was a severe pain like being torn.

The extremely severe pain made the two Indians wail, "Ah, no~ my hand!"

Xie Feng smiled coldly, let go of their hands, and looked at the fierce expression on their faces that turned into fear, and the wailing sounds in their throats gradually turned into helpless crying. The violent pain filled their foreheads.

Cold sweat, tears of fear overflowed from the corners of eyes.

Suddenly, a dull "bang" sounded, and one foot hit Xie Feng's chest. The owner of this foot was a big man half a head taller than Xie Feng.

However, Xie Feng did not move at all, slowly raised his head and looked at the Indian who kicked him.

"The speed is very good, but unfortunately..." Xie Feng's cold smile and cold bloodthirsty eyes made the Indian man feel cold and cold and cold and cold cold that made the Indian man feel in his heart.

Next to him, Long San saw Xie Feng hit the chest with a kick. He was anxious and was about to rush forward to help, but suddenly he heard Xie Feng's voice sound again.

His voice was mixed with fearful cruelty, revealing the chill that penetrated his bone marrow - "It's a pity that the strength is too small."

Suddenly, Xie Feng grabbed the right foot of the Indian man with his left hand, and his face was still filled with a cold and joking smile, "Have you heard what the sound of a thigh bone burst? The bones are yours, you should listen to it more.

I know better.”

The Indian man was wet with cold sweat in an instant, and subconsciously wanted to take back his kicked leg, but he was shocked to find that his feet were pinched by Xie Feng's left hand and could not move at all.

"It's too late to regret!" Xie Feng's voice seemed to be from the devil in hell. As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly punched the Indian man in the thigh with his right hand.

Then, the thickest leg bone on the human body was easily broken by Xie Feng with a punch, making a sound that everyone present could clearly hear.

The squeak followed by the wailing sound of the Indian man, but Xie Feng was no longer interested in listening to his mourning, and turned to look at the other Indians who rushed up but stopped.

The entire restaurant was filled with the sound of several men crying. Everyone present felt cold on their backs. Long San was no exception, but in addition to being shocked, he felt more surprised. Moreover, others were already in their hearts.

Fear filled with fear, looking at the Chinese man in front of him with fear and fear.

"Who else? If you think Chinese people are easy to bully, come and try it?"

Xie Feng reached out his hand, gently flicked the dust on the footprints on his clothes, and looked around with a smile.

The Indians who were swept by Xie Feng's gaze all subconsciously took a step back, and their foreheads were covered with cold sweat at some point.

"Why, more than a dozen people beat one, don't you dare to attack?" Xie Feng continued to sneer: "The Indians have such virtues? Even if you do this, you deserve to discriminate against us Chinese?"

Suddenly, with a loud bang, Xie Feng suddenly stepped out and kicked the table and chairs blocking it, causing the wood chips to splash.

"coward!"

Xie Feng laughed disdainfully, then turned around and prepared to retrieve the phone that was recording.

A gust of fist came from behind, and it was obvious that someone wanted to attack while Xie Feng turned around.

Hearing Long San exclaimed, "Be careful, boss," Xie Feng's mouth raised, completely ignoring the fists and feet of the opponent's several people attacking at the same time. Suddenly he jumped up, turned around in the air and kicked it back and hit the one on the left behind him directly.

The Indian man's arm was then kicked by Xie Feng and flew up with a scream and knocked the other three people out.

Dead and stand firm.

Xie Feng glanced at the four people who fell to the ground, and the right arm he was kicked broke and screamed repeatedly. The other three were just knocked away and were not injured.

"Surprise attack behind the scenes? You Indians are indeed despicable, so they can only play such shameless tricks."

Xie Feng's expression and speech were extremely sarcastic. He turned around again, not despising his worries about someone attacking him from behind.

This time, no Indians present dared to take action easily anymore, and they even had the idea of ​​taking action in their hearts. Faced with a powerful master like Xie Feng, these self-righteous Indians were already scared and trembling, even if Xie Feng kept mocking him.

Insults, I can't say a word.

"Old, boss!"

Long San woke up suddenly until Xie Feng walked up to him and patted him.

"Why are you still standing there? Let's go!"

Xie Feng smiled faintly, picked up the phone on the table, stopped the video function, and then said to Long San: "I see any evidence that the Indians beat the Chinese in the restaurant but were taught a lesson by the Chinese.

Just now, it was self-defense, and this is the evidence.”

Long San turned around and immediately understood what Xie Feng meant, laughed and said, "This time, India's political axe should have a headache again. The president of Xie's International was beaten by Indian citizens in New Delhi, the capital of India. Haha, this news will definitely be

Shocking the media around the world.”

Xie Feng's lips curled up a jokey smile, "The key is that this has become an important bargaining chip for us to blackmail Indian monkeys. Long San, didn't I get kicked just now? Call the ambulance quickly

?How precious is the body of the president of Xie International?"

"Haha, right now, right now!"

...At 10 o'clock at night, Xie Feng was lying on the hospital bed in a hospital in New Delhi, the capital of India.

After receiving the news, Xiong Yuanhao, who rushed over, saw Xie Feng's appearance and immediately said worriedly: "Xiaofeng, how are you? Are you seriously injured? Everyone told you not to go out alone, but you just don't listen."

Xie Feng smiled, "Brother Xiong, I'm fine, I'm just kicked by the Indians."

Xiong Yuanhao was about to speak when suddenly a group of Indians with curry smell rushed into the ward with sweat. Seeing Xie Feng's weak look, sweat immediately came out of his back.

"Mr. Xie, how are you?"

Guka, the general secretary of the Indian National Economic Development Department, heard the angry voice of the Chinese consulate throwing a letter, and immediately rushed over, and actually arrived at the hospital first before the consulate ambassadors.

Xie Feng smiled coldly, "You Indians are indeed very tough. When you see the Chinese, they scold them, and then a group of people gathered up and beat them up."

The sweat on Guka's forehead suddenly doubled and slid down from his dark face. He kept wiping sweat with his sleeves, and at this time he didn't know what to say.

Indians beat Chinese people from time to time, and basically Indian police will turn a blind eye, which is why today's situation is caused. As long as the Chinese offend Indians, they will immediately punch and kick.

Guka really wants to find the fools who beat Xie Feng up and shoot them. Those idiots don’t beat them, but they beat the president of Xie International. When will they not mess with them? They go at this critical moment.

Provoke Xie Feng?

Soon, the ambassadors of the Chinese Consulate rushed to the hospital. When they saw Guka, Ling Weidong snorted coldly before asking about Xie Feng's injuries.

Xie Feng said it was okay, but in the eyes of these people, even if a big man with a noble status such as Xie Feng coughed, it would be okay. He was afraid that the Indians would hurt Xie Feng again, so Ling Weidong proposed to ask Xie Feng to go back to the consulate to heal the wounds, so where was there a Chinese garrison?

Professional medical team in India.

Xie Feng immediately said: "Well, I don't want to stay in the Indian hospital either. The smell of curry is everywhere, and it's disgusting!"
Chapter completed!