Wang Shiquan, an old man, is usually modest and cautious, does things in an orderly manner, and rarely does anything impulsive. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

But that doesn't mean he doesn't have a temper.

An old man like him has a very strong sense of identification with himself, a Chinese person, and it has even been strong to the point of being sensitive.

Although the new country has been established for nearly 100 years, China is not inferior to foreign countries in terms of economy and culture, but because of the long-term oppression by foreigners in history, the psychology of the Chinese people is still inferior, and the inferiority complex has reached a certain point, that is, the extreme sensitivity of self-esteem.

Now when he saw the red-haired boy outside the movie theater pointing at him with a look of contempt, he was immediately furious, and directly asked his son to beat that kid.

Wang Xiaozhou is also a figure in the middle of American society, although he has learned boxing from his father since he was a child, but he still rejects solving problems by violent means in his heart, although the way the American boys on the other side speak is a bit excessive, but it is not to the point of doing it.

He said to Wang Shiquan: "Dad, don't be like them, these people are street gangsters, and truly qualified people will never insult foreigners in public on the street, and they will dirty their hands when they beat them!"

Wang Shiquan thought about it, at his age, why should he be like these bad boys? Even if he really beat them, there was no glory at all.

He snorted, "Forget it, let's go to the movie!"

The family glanced at a few bad boys opposite, said no more, and continued to walk towards the theater.

The red-haired young man on the opposite side saw that these Chinese were indifferent to their provocations, and became even more rampant, "Aha, do you see it, brothers? This is the yellow pig! And it must be Chinese, if it is Koreans and Japanese, they will never be patient." ”

He whistled and turned his lower body to Wang Shiquan and the others, "Cowardly Chinese yellow-skinned pig! How can Chinese be as powerful as the movie is staged?"

A few white-skinned and black-skinned guys next to him also laughed viciously, with no one in their eyes, and they were extremely arrogant.

Wang Shiquan, who had already walked to the steps at the door of the movie theater, suddenly stopped, he turned around slowly with an expressionless face, his eyes flashed, and then he took a step forward, and he had already swept seven or eight meters away

When the red-haired boy was still laughing, Wang Shiquan had already stood in front of this person, reached out and grabbed the neck of the red-haired boy, and shook it slightly, the red-haired boy's huge body was trembling and flew up by him, and his head and feet hit the stone floor.

Wang Xiaozhou was taken aback, seeing that if this red-haired boy really hit his head on the ground, I am afraid that he would immediately end up with a burst of brains, and if this person really died, his own family would be in big trouble.

He didn't care about the shock, his body flashed to the center of the street, stretched out his arms to catch the red-haired boy, and when he put it down, the red-haired boy had already stood in the middle of the street with both feet, but his eyes were still blank, and he didn't know what was wrong with him.

Wang Shiquan's shot was extremely fast, and Wang Xiaozhou's speed was not slow, the two of them threw and picked up one by one, and it was only about a second during the period, which can be said to be extremely fast.

At this time, although there were many people in front of the movie theater, because Wang Shiquan's father and son shot too quickly, not many people really saw the two of them shoot.

But after all, it was broad daylight, and there were still a few people who saw what had just happened, especially a few partners of the red-haired youth, who only felt that their friends had already flown out as soon as they saw a flower in front of them, and before their surprised thoughts rose, the friends who flew out were quickly caught and put down.

What happened just now was like an illusion, but the old Chinese man who suddenly stood in front of them and the friends who stood in the middle of the street in an instant were telling them that this was not an illusion, but something that really happened.

"Even-bought karma!"

The frightened hairs of the few young people who were with the red hair stood up, "Oriental wizard!

Before they had time to escape, Wang Shiquan's legs had already been raised, and there were a few muffled sounds, and several black-skinned and white-skinned youths were all kicked off the ground and flew up, and after rolling in the air a few times, they fell to the ground and let out an earth-shattering howl.

Someone began to scream on the street, and the pedestrians who were walking hula scattered, and after a short period of fright, the pedestrians on the street almost invariably picked up their mobile phones to film the scene, and the streets were filled with incredible shouts.

Wang Xiaozhou saw that it was not a problem, and hurriedly grabbed Wang Shiquan, "Dad, go quickly!

Wang Shiquan glared and said, "What's the trouble? These red-haired and green-eyed guys don't have any good things! They provoked me first, can't I fight back?"

The old man said, "This is not the end of the matter, I have to break the legs of these guys!"

Wang Xiaozhou hurriedly stopped Wang Shiquan, "Dad, Dad, you must be calm!"

Wang Shiquan said: "I'll calm down! If I don't kill this group of eight lambs, it will be considered merciful!"

At this moment, a few more explosive-headed youths walked on the street, and a black boy with a baseball bat was taken aback when he saw several young people wailing on the ground, "Jason, what's the matter with you? Did you get hit by a car? Who beat you like this?"

The red-haired young man was called Jason, and he was the only one in the group who was not injured, but he was the most frightened, and he still hadn't come back to his senses, and he looked a little demented.

After listening to the black-skinned youth's questioning, he raised his arm and pointed at Wang Shiquan, and said in a dreamlike tone: "He hit it!"

The black-skinned young man glanced at Wang Shiquan and couldn't help laughing, he shook his head and said, "Oh, Mike, now is not the time to joke. How could this old yellow-skinned guy beat you like this?"

Although he shook his head in disbelief, he still walked up to Wang Shiquan slowly, and the baseball bat in his hand was gently tapped in the palm of his hand, "Dear sir, did you hurt my companion......

"Bang!"

Before he finished his sentence, Wang Shiquan kicked out again, and the black boy immediately flew away, and after landing on the ground, he was already unconscious, and he didn't say a word.

Wang Shiquan passed the time and walked towards a few of the black youth's companions, "None of them can go!"

The dozen or so young men who followed the black youth were all taken aback when they saw Wang Shiquan so fierce, and their legs and stomachs trembled in fright.

You don't need help at all, you can kick people away with one leg and kick, this old man is really terrifying!

Seeing Wang Shiquan coming over with an unkind face, more than a dozen young people were frightened and ran away.

Seeing these people running away, Wang Shiquan snorted fiercely, "A group of eggless things! Foreigners are all such things that bully the soft and fear the hard!"

Wang Xiaozhou was sweating anxiously, and said to Wang Shiquan: "Dad, let's go quickly! The police will come in a while, and it will be too late to leave!"

After the family hurriedly slipped away for a long time, the police arrived at the scene of the incident.

"Even Mai Ka, were these guys kicked away by elephants?"

A black policeman looked incredulous, "The person who beat them must be strong!"

"What, you said it was an old Chinese man who kicked you off?"

"Brother, please cooperate with our investigation, don't joke!"