Hearing this discordant voice, Yan Murong was obviously stunned.

In the island country, there are many people who can speak Huaxia, and there are many people who speak fluently, but those who can say those two words so authentically can know that they are Huaxia people with the back of their heads.

Seeing the man's disdainful expression, Dong Wuyan became a little angry.

This is the first time for her Miss Dong, and someone is so faceless.

"Don't get excited." Yan Murong grabbed Dong Wuyan, who wanted to go over to theorize, smiled indifferently, and said. "When you go out, everyone is a compatriot, so why bother so much? Besides, I think I was pretty stupid just now. ”

"Huh? When did you become so talkative? Dong Wuyan looked at Yan Murong with a surprised expression.

"I've always been a good talker." Yan Murong said with a smile.

"It's strange to believe you." Dong Wuyan pursed her lips, but she didn't say more, she came to experience the feeling of being in love, not to scold others on the street.

"Cut, Xiaohui, see it, that guy is a soft egg." The man sneered disdainfully and said to a woman beside him.

The man's voice was not small, and every word and sentence clearly entered Yan Murong's ears, and his brows furrowed slightly.

"What did you just say?" Yan Murong turned his head, looked at the man and asked.

"Didn't you hear what you said?" The man put his arm around the woman's shoulders and said.

Yan Murong smiled, the corners of his mouth hung up in a beautiful arc, and he raised his legs and walked towards the man.

"What's the matter? Want to hit me? The man looked down at Yan Murong, his face full of disdain.

Yan Murong's height is less than one meter eight, but this man's height is nearly one meter nine, looking down at Yan Murong, he is quite condescending.

"I don't want to hit you." Yan Murong pointed at Dong Wuyan and said with a serious face. "You also saw it, I came out today to accompany my woman to find the feeling of love, we are all Chinese, since we are not on our own territory now, there is no need for this, right?"

"Soft eggs." The man said again.

"You're pushing me." Yan Murong shook his head helplessly.

If this was in China, Yan Murong would have slapped it a long time ago, but because it was in Tokyo, and Yan Murong's classmates had a very strong national concept, they were naturally unwilling to do something to their compatriots in other countries, which would only make these island people see a joke.

"I really take myself seriously." The man said disdainfully. "If you have the ability, you can beat me and try it, and tell you that Lao Tzu is not Chinese, Lao Tzu is an American."

As he spoke, he took out his wallet from the pocket of his suit, and then took out a card from the wallet full of various cards, shook it in front of Yan Murong's eyes, and said with a smug face. "See, this is called a green card, do you know?"

"I don't know." Yan Murong shook his head. "But I know you've made two mistakes."

"First." Yan Murong stretched out a finger and said. "Even if you are a cross of foreign tadpoles, since you speak Huaxia, you are a Chinese."

"Second." Yan Murong raised another finger. "You really shouldn't scold me, it's so rude."

"Yo, the soft egg is angry? Ha ha. Looking at Yan Murong's serious expression, the man laughed exaggeratedly, and the women around him trembled with laughter.

"Isn't it funny?" Yan Murong asked expressionlessly.

"It's funny, it's laughing to death, haha." The man said with a smile. "Come on, if you have the ability, you can beat me and see."

Yan Murong shook his head helplessly.

The world is so big, but there are always some people who like to think of themselves as masters, in fact, in the eyes of others, they are a group of clowns with pointed hats, painted faces, and a colored ball on their noses.

"Originally, I was worried that doing something to my compatriots would make these islanders see a joke." Yan Murong squinted his eyes and looked at the man in front of him. "But now that you're an American, I don't have to worry about that."

As soon as the words fell, Yan Murong moved.

This time, instead of slapping the other person in the face in his favorite way, he removed an arm from a plastic model next to him, rounded it and smashed it into the man's head.

"Click-click-"

Two crisp sounds sounded, the plastic arm was directly broken, and the man's head was also smashed out, and bright red blood suddenly came out like a broken faucet. The man was also a little dizzy by this blow, took two steps back, and sat on the ground with his head covered.

Although the fake models in these stores are said to be made of plastic, they are all solid, and the hardness of the materials is much harder than ordinary plastic.

This sudden scene made everyone in the store look stupid, and several young female clerks also grew up and hid behind the counter in a panic, and several customers in the store went out directly. Perhaps only Dong Wuyan will not be surprised.

The woman named Xiaohui was even more frightened, her two pretty eyes were as bright as copper bells, and she looked at Yan Murong in disbelief.

"Y-you really hit me?"

The man was stunned for a long time, and only reflected when he saw the bright red on his palm, and looked at Yan Murong with a panicked and slightly angry face.

"Didn't you see clearly?" Yan Murong smiled harmlessly, and took off the other arm of the plastic model with his hand, grabbed it in his hand and weighed it. "Do you want to do it again? ――Don't worry, if you can't see clearly, there are still a lot of empty models over there, and if you don't have enough arms, there are legs. ”

"You, how can you hit someone? Hitting someone is a crime, I want to sue you, I want to find my lawyer to sue you. The man sat on the ground with a panicked expression. And now, it was Yan Murong who looked at him condescendingly.

"You don't make sense." Yan Murong chuckled. "I don't know who just said that I should beat him to try, I tried it now, and you said that I beat you, and you have to find a lawyer to sue me, you are really unreasonable."

“――”

Men have a hard time arguing. Indeed, what I just said was indeed what I said, but---I was only polite a few times, how could this guy really fight?

"Do you know who I am? Do you dare to hit me? ”

After a while, the man came back to his senses and looked at Yan Murong and shouted. "You wait, you wait to go to jail."

"Oh? Who are you? Yan Murong asked with a smile. The son of the Prime Minister of the island nation? ”