At the restaurant next to the club, in order to express his gratitude, Zhou Ping specially invited Tom to lunch.

Out of the restaurant, Tom still looked at Zhou Ping with an incredulous expression.

My God, I didn't expect this Chinese man with a similar figure to himself to be so able to eat, and he has such a good figure, without a trace of fat, where did all those foods go?

At the same time, Tom was also secretly glad that before he came, he and Zhou Ping had argued with Zhou Ping about who would pay for the lunch, but fortunately, the other party finally persuaded him.

The meal cost more than 500 dollars, and it would be a bit distressing if he was to pay for it.

After lunch, Zhou Ping had something to leave, and Tom didn't keep it, mainly because he didn't dare to keep it, and the beating he received in the morning hasn't eased up until now.

Leaving the fitness club, Zhou Ping returned to the downstairs of the company, this time he did not go into the alley, but sat in a café opposite, leisurely drinking coffee.

It didn't take long for Zhou Ping to see Ram walk into the building with his head held high, and a few minutes later, he pulled a young black man with his head down and into the alley.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Ping shook his head, although the US imperialists have always called for the supremacy of human rights and racial equality, they all speak better than they sing, after all, the main body of society is still composed of white people.

Whites have an innate sense of superiority, and their contempt for other people of color is etched in their bones.

And blacks, except for a few who are gifted and enter the upper class with various talents, most people are still at the bottom of the social class.

Clearly, Anderson is one of them.

He has no extraordinary talent, he doesn't have a very good background, plus he already has a family, and the last bit of edges and temper has been smoothed out by the reality of society.

For him, the beating was only painful for a day or two, but if he resisted, the consequences for himself and his family could be immeasurable.

Therefore, he can only choose to swallow his anger.

But his forbearance made those equally depressed white people, relying on the only bit of racial superiority, to bully him even more.

For several consecutive reincarnations, Zhou Ping would beat these whites severely at this point.

But gradually, except for the first and second time, Rahm didn't even have time to pull Anderson down, and Zhou Ping's strong appearance ended his path to revenge.

Today, Zhou Ping's mood has changed to a certain extent, and on this occasion, Anderson should actually be there.

Moreover, it is to make Anderson look at these white people who seem to be high and invincible, but in fact they are nothing more than that.

If you are beaten, you will bleed, and if you are scared, you will beg for mercy.

Seeing that the two of them had entered the alley, Zhou Ping put down the coffee cup and ran over quickly.

In the alley, Ram had already joined up with Anderson and a few of his scum friends.

Then it's Ram's showtime.

He wants to teach this shit-like nigger a hard lesson in front of a few friends, and in addition to showing the evil anger of being beaten last Friday, he also wants to show that he is not a coward.

But he still doesn't understand a truth, the reason why he is cowardly is because he can only bully the weak and fear the hard.

Ram raised his arm with a sinister smile and was about to slap Anderson when a hand like a pincer grabbed his wrist.

Ram subconsciously turned his head to look, only to see Zhou Ping, who was half a head taller than him, looking at him with a playful look.

At this moment, his self-esteem was severely damaged by a critical hit.

Ram's face was hideous, and he roared hysterically: "Zhou, you damn yellow-skinned monkey, you dare to send it to the door yourself!"

Anderson was also stunned when he saw Zhou Ping, and then shouted loudly: "Zhou, you run quickly, there are many of them!"

Zhou Ping swept his eyes and snorted coldly: "Anderson, even if we run away today, do you think they will let us go so easily?"

"Shet, it hurts, you bastard, let go of my hand!" Ram screamed as he felt his wrist be pinched.

"Shut up!"

gave this coward a slap in the face, Zhou Ping turned around and continued to say to Anderson: "Is it because we are afraid of their retaliation, we blindly choose to avoid retreating, in order to stay away from their intimidation and bullying, do we have to leave this city and live in other places, is there no such garbage in other places?"

A trace of struggle and hesitation flashed in Anderson's eyes, and then it became gloomy again: "But Zhou ......"

With a fist hitting the white man next to him who was about to sneak attack him, Zhou Ping said coldly: "Anderson, in this country, there will always be hierarchical differences and racial discrimination, unless you hide in a deserted place, you will encounter such goods!"

"Zhou ...... So what should I do?" Anderson said bitterly, clutching his head with both hands.

"Let go of me, you bastard, you'll regret it...... Ahh

Zhou Ping smashed Ram's face with a punch, fell to the ground on his back, and then said domineeringly: "Dude, for those who bully us, we have to tell them with our fists that we are not lambs to be slaughtered." ”

As he spoke, Zhou Ping easily dodged the fists of the white men, and then gave a strong response.

"We want to use the facts to tell them that we don't cause trouble but we are definitely not afraid of it, and if we want to make trouble, we will use our fists instead of our mouths to say no!"

Ram's friends were aggrieved, they were equally strong and tall, and they were full of racial superiority over the yellow race.

In their opinion, even if they fought alone, this yellow man should not be able to beat any of them, and as for the cowardly black man, it was not a problem.

But the opposite is true.

The fists of several of them couldn't even touch this yellow man, and they were hit back by the other party every time.

The strength of this yellow man is simply too great.

Seeing that these whites were all beaten, Zhou Ping pulled Ram in front of him: "Anderson, did Ram forcibly pull you here?"

Anderson nodded subconsciously.

"Do you know why he brought you here?"

"He wanted to beat me ......"

"Yes, he wants to beat you up, he wants to beat me up, because there are no cameras here, and even if we call the police, we don't have any evidence!"

A hint of panic flashed in Anderson's eyes: "That...... So what should we do?"

Looking at Anderson with hatred, Zhou Ping said angrily: "There are no cameras here, so even if we beat them, they don't have any evidence to sue us, do you understand?"

Anderson nodded, "Got it, can we go now?"

Gritting his teeth, at this moment, Zhou Ping couldn't wait to punch Anderson's eye sockets, smashing his shiny black eye sockets into two grinding black eye circles.

"You stupid, Ram is right in front of you, now you don't have to pay any legal responsibility for hitting him, you have to tell him with your actions that you are not weak, you have to say no to him with your fists!"

"You bastards, all stand up obediently for Lao Tzu and don't move, Anderson, even if you fight, if anyone dares to fight back, I will break his hand!"

After speaking, Zhou Ping picked up the phone that suddenly rang in his pocket.