Yan Minghua's head was full of black lines, and he couldn't wait to grab the wine bottle on the table and smash Yan Murong into a peach blossom.

Professional counterpart? Fuck your sister's professional counterpart.

Yan Minghua glanced at the cook who was constantly churning around the grill in the counter and thought to himself, if he followed this statement, should he go to worship the Stove King Temple?

As he spoke, there was a cacophony at the door, followed by the clog clattering on the floor. The door of the grilled fish shop was pushed open, and three men wearing white practice clothes and stepping on clogs walked in, talking loudly as they walked, and from time to time they let out a few shrill laughter, which made this originally quiet small shop suddenly become chaotic.

Yan Murong frowned and looked at the three of them, but he didn't go up to meddle in things, firstly, because of the language barrier, and secondly, this situation was not strange. Even if they made trouble, as long as it didn't hit Yan Murong's head, he didn't bother to pay attention to it.

But sometimes, God seems to be deliberately against you, the more you don't want something to happen, the more things will come to you.

The three men in practice clothes did not sit down, but walked over when they saw Yan Murong's table, and the three pairs of eyes flashed with a lewd light, sweeping over Yan Minghua and Dong Wuyan.

Indeed, these two women are too eye-catching tonight.

After Yan Murong left Mitsui Toshiaki's villa ahead of schedule with two women, he didn't even return to the hotel, so he came directly to this grilled fish restaurant. The two women were still wearing the evening dresses at night, they were already beautiful, and the foil of the dresses made the two of them even more beautiful. The appearance of such a beautiful woman in this kind of street shop is very eye-catching, but now it is late, and there are not many people in the store, so nothing happened, and now it seems that the time to come is still coming.

Yan Murong didn't make any moves, just poured himself a glass of sake, and while drinking, he looked at the three men who came over.

The three men walked to Yan Murong's table and laughed, and then they watched Yan Minghua and Dong Wuyan muttering for a discussion, and then, the man with long hair standing at the front stood up and watched Yan Minghua say a string of bird words that made Yan Murong's tongue almost knotted.

"What did he say?" Yan Murong looked at Dong Wuyan and asked. This woman had been to school in the island country and happened to be a translator on a temporary basis.

"It's not a nice word." Dong Wuyan said with a frown.

"What did they say to me?" Yan Minghua obviously didn't understand either, but when he heard what Dong Wuyan said, he turned his head and asked.

"They said—" Dong Wuyan hesitated for a moment before he said. "They said they wanted to invite you to their house."

"It's not very nice." Yan Minghua nodded, knowing that Dong Wuyan's translated words were already very tactful-to put it bluntly, didn't these people just want to take themselves to open a house.

"What do you say about rolling in island dialect?" Yan Minghua asked with a smile.

"So what's the trouble, I'll come."

Yan Murong grinned, turned to look at the three men with greedy eyes shining, and said loudly. "You drip, the dog drips work every day, and the eight rollers play on one side."

As he spoke, Yan Murong stretched out his hand, his four fingers were bent, his middle finger was erected, and he gestured to the three men with an international gesture.

"Pss

Hearing Yan Murong's words, the two women immediately fell on the table with a smile, and Yan Minghua clenched his fists and kept smashing the table to express his joyful mood at the moment.

"I'm pretty standard, right?" Yan Murong asked with a smile.

"Standard-it's too standard, in the past, you are the level of a second-level translator." Yan Minghua smiled breathlessly. "But, little swallow, I warn you, they're going to beat you."

Looking back, Yan Murong saw the three men standing there with pale faces. Although they didn't understand what Yan Murong meant, they saw the two women laughing like this, and then connected to Yan Murong's middle finger, even if they were fools, they knew that the other party was scolding them.

"Branch~ that person?" The long-haired man asked in an awkward-sounding Huaxia language.

"Branch~ then your uncle." When Yan Murong heard this, he immediately became anxious.

These two words were originally transliterated from Sanskrit, and in ancient times, they represented the meaning of Middle-earth. However, since the defeat of the Qing government in the First Sino-Japanese Naval War, the island people, who had long respected Huaxia as the upper country, were greatly intoxicated by the shock, and since then, these two words have begun to take on the contempt of the victors for the losers in the island countries.

This is hatred, this is shame, and this is the word that every Chinese person hates the most.

Of course, a child like Yan Murong who loves the country more than he loves himself doesn't like to hear such words.

"Bang-"

After Yan Murong finished scolding, he stood up instantly, and without saying a word, he grabbed the tall wooden chair sitting under his buttocks, aimed it at the long-haired man standing in front and smashed it.

In the flying sawdust, Yan Murong did not stop, smashed a fist on the nose of the first man who rushed up, and then flew up and kicked the second man's little brother, and in less than five seconds, the three men who spoke disrespectfully were knocked down by Yan Murong with the momentum of thunder.

"Bah." Yan Murong coughed fiercely and spat on the ground, looked at the belts tied around the waists of the three people, and said disdainfully. "Is that a black belt?"

One bench smashed one stun, one kicked down another, and the one who was still standing was the man whose nose was hit by Yan Murong. Although he was lucky not to lie on the ground, the pain in his nose made him cry, and blood continued to bubble out between his fingers covering his nose.

"I'm coming, I'm coming."

Yan Murong's sudden move made Yan Minghua and Dong Wuyan stunned for a moment, but after reacting, Yan Minghua stood up, clenched his small fists tightly, and shouted at Yan Murong with excitement.

"You're coming? What are you doing? Yan Murong looked at Yan Minghua who was carrying the hem of her skirt and asked in some surprise.

"I'm going to hit him." Yan Minghua pointed to the man who was covering his nose and said. "He's not faint yet, I'll knock him out."

As he spoke, Yan Minghua was about to raise his legs, but was stopped by Yan Murong.

"Sister-in-law, pay attention to the image, you are wearing a skirt, and if you go down this leg, you will be gone." Yan Murong said with a black line on her face, thinking to herself, this woman is really a master who doesn't think it's a big deal to watch the excitement - she can't just look at it, she has to get involved before she stops.

"It's okay." Yan Minghua said with a serious face. "Big husband - big girl is informal, besides, I'm wearing boxers!"