After hanging up the phone, Lin Yu immediately drove to meet with Bairen Tu.

After receiving Bairentu from the side of the road, Bairentu immediately pointed to a black sedan in front of him, indicating that Mo Luo was in this car.

"Sir, who is this foreign devil?"

Bairen Tu asked curiously.

"Although he is ostensibly from the cultural department, he is actually from the special intelligence department!"

Lin Yu said in a deep voice, "The secret service has packaged for him so secretly, presumably his level in the special intelligence department is not low, so there must be a lot of secrets about the special intelligence department, I guess he may not have the pure purpose of coming to Yanxia this time, maybe we can find something from him!"

"I see!"

Bairen Tu squinted his eyes and said coldly, thinking of the difficulties he suffered in the special situation when he was in the United States, he couldn't help but have a cold light in his eyes, and said coldly, "If you want me to say that we will directly catch this foreign devil, beat him up, and let him spit out everything he knows!"

"His current status is a cultural exchange ambassador, let's not touch him until the last resort!"

Lin Yu said in a deep voice, cautiously following Mo Luo and their car.

Originally, Lin Yu and Bairen Tu thought that Mo Luo would go to some secret place, but to the surprise of the two of them, Mo Luo finally came to a well-known night snack shop in the city center.

After Mo Luo and a yellow-haired foreigner driver got out of the car, they walked straight towards the supper shop.

Lin Yu and Bairen Tu glanced at each other in some surprise, looking a little surprised, but they still hurriedly followed.

Although it was close to 12 o'clock in the evening, the night snack shop was crowded with people, and many handsome men and women dressed in fashion crowded around the store.

Because there were so many people eating, the chairs outside the door were filled with a row of guests waiting to be called.

However, after Mo Luo and his driver got out of the car, they did not follow the queue, but walked straight into the night snack shop, and the driver shouted at the waiter in extremely lame Chinese, "Two people, find us a table!"

"I'm sorry, sir, but our tables are full now, and you'll have to wait in line if you want to eat!"

The female cashier politely said to Mo Luo and the yellow-haired driver.

"Isn't there an empty table there?!"

The yellow-haired driver pointed to a table in the restaurant that was being cleaned with a calm face, and asked unhappily.

"I'm sorry, sir, there's a guest at that table! you see, there are so many guests lining up outside!"

While explaining, the waiter printed out a numbered slip and handed it to the yellow-haired driver, saying, "Your number is 148, and there are twelve tables in front of you......"

“Fuck！”

The yellow-haired driver's face sank, he scolded, and said angrily, "You want us to line up?!"

"We are from the United States!"

Mo Luo also held his head high at this time, his face was full of superiority, as if he was a Mi countryman, he was superior, and said, "We came here this time to have a cultural exchange with your country, and we belong to the honored guests!"

"Damn, what's wrong with the rice people! The rice people don't have to queue up!"

"It's just, what kind of VIP, is the VIP so unqualified?!"

"Don't talk nonsense, even aliens have to line up honestly!"

When the diners at the door heard the words of Mo Luo and the others, they were immediately very angry, and they sharply accused Mo Luo and the yellow-haired driver.

"Shut up!Shutup!"

The yellow-haired driver pointed at the person outside the door and scolded.

"Hurry up and arrange a table for us!"

Moro whispered to the cashier as if he were commanding.

"I'm sorry, sir, we ......"

Syllable!

Before the female cashier finished speaking, Mo Luo directly slapped the female cashier's face, and the female cashier screamed "ah", and then a red and swollen palm print instantly appeared on her fair face.

"I said, let you arrange a table for me right away!"

Mo Luo said in a cold voice, "Is this how you Yanxia people receive VIPs?!"

"Grass!"

The diners at the door were furious when they saw this scene, especially a few young people, who jumped up directly and rushed towards Mo Luo and the yellow-haired driver, shouting and scolding.

"Damn it, it's hot summer!

"What a shallot to think of yourself!"

"What bullshit cultural ambassadors, bringing garbage culture, hurry up and get out, you are not welcome in our country!"

......

A few young men rushed up with their fists waving their fists.

But there was no fear on the faces of the yellow-haired driver and Morrow.

The yellow-haired driver twisted his neck, clenched his fists, and sneered disdainfully, "A bunch of stupid pigs!"

At this time, a group of young people had rushed to the front, and the body of the yellow-haired driver also started suddenly, and after dodging the fist of the young man in front of him, he smashed out with a hard hook, hitting the young man's cheek, and the young man only heard a crisp bone cracking sound on his face, and then his eyes were black, and he fell to the ground.

Then the yellow-haired driver quickly dodged behind the crowd, and with a few neat hand knives and side kicks, he put the group of young people who rushed up to the ground.

A few young men either broke their ribs or broke their fingers, rolling on the ground and wailing and screaming.

The surrounding diners were so frightened that their faces changed when they saw this scene, and they didn't dare to breathe.

"This is you Yanxia people, you have suffered hardships before you learn to be honest and obedient!"

Mo Luo glanced at the person lying on the ground, and said lightly with a proud face.

"This rabbit cub is so ruthless!"

The hundred people not far away clenched his fists hard, the cold light in his eyes was full, and he asked in a cold voice, "Sir, can we make a move?!"