Four or five guests who were originally watching the fun heard the leader shouting that they wanted to dismantle the store, so they stood up one after another to slip away, so as not to cause any trouble for themselves, but the leader shouted in a deep voice: "No one is allowed to leave! I want you all to know today, what will happen if you resist us!"

"You are all trash, the lowly people of the Celestial Empire! Idiots!"

These diners are also from Wenhua. When they hear him insulting this, they dare not speak out!

The leader laughed, grabbed Boss Wu's collar, and said viciously: "It's okay if you don't give money! Just take your niece away, and then you shouted three times that the people of the Celestial Empire are all idiots and trash, and they are lowly animals. I won't dismantle your store today and I won't charge you for money!"

Boss Wu gritted his teeth: "Brother, this is not OK!"

Boss Wu's humble whisper and the silence and indifference of the diners once again encouraged the arrogance of the Indians. They bluntly overturned a few tables first, and then asked Boss Wu to make up for 500 Canadian dollars, and kept shouting: "Damn it! Give the money quickly, a group of low-level Chinese pigs!"

"Get out! If you don't get out, I'll call the police!"

Mingzhu picked up the phone and was about to call the police station. The leader sneered and walked towards Mingzhu with great strides. Boss Wu, who was already extremely anxious, was worried that his niece would make any mistakes, so he walked up to persuade the leader, but the other party pushed him away and fell in front of Chu Tian!

He raised his head, but saw Chu Tian’s gentle smile!

Chu Tian pulled him up and then continued to drink wonton soup. Boss Wu had no time to be grateful, but saw Chu Tian's eyes accumulating murderous intent. A dangerous aura that he could not say was slowly settled, just like a warrior was about to conquer the city, like a cheetah was about to pounce on the sheep!

He was a little dazed and then forgot to react!

There were many Chinese people coming from outside the small noodle restaurant, but everyone was only standing outside to watch. No one dared to go to the noodle restaurant to say good things for Boss Wu, and no one dared to come out to preside over justice. Everyone was watching the battle with a soy attitude, although this tragedy might fall on their own in the future!

Chu Tian shook his head secretly, and the sand was loose!

At this time, the leader of the Indian came to Mingzhu and slapped her without waiting for her to react. Slap! Mingzhu, who was back against the wall, had a five-finger mark on her face, and a trace of blood was still seeping out of the corner of her mouth. The leader grinned and snorted coldly: "Call the police? Hum!"

Before her smile could be faded, Mingzhu also slapped her backhand!

Bang! This sound overshadowed the audience and made everyone stunned!

"Okay! Good fight!! Very happy!!!"

As everyone fell into silence, an unexpected scene appeared. With a loud roar into the clouds, a warm applause suddenly came from the corner of the noodle shop. The applause became more loud and harsh and shocking because of the quiet surroundings.

The sound of cheers and chews sounded just right!

Everyone could feel the praise of Mingzhu and contempt for the Indians expressed by the high-fiver. The Indians were furious. He looked up and saw that in the corner of the small noodle restaurant, a javelin-like figure stood up, exuding a strong aura!

At this moment, he was standing there unscrupulously and celebrating with high fives!

Although everyone around him focused his eyes on him, and although the subordinates who followed him surrounded him and even lit up the short sword in his hand, the man was still fearless, as if no one was around, showing a domineering aura of "although thousands of people, I will go alone."

The Indian guy gradually tightened his hands because he clearly felt that the man's face was filled with a sarcastic smile that made him hate. The applause from every slap was actually challenging his dignity, slapping him in the face, and humiliating them.

The Indian guy was furious and angry!

If it weren't for his determination to maintain his identity, he believed that he would have rushed over and smashed the man into pieces. So he used a look in his hands, and the four Indians took a step forward together. The short sword he pulled out shone brightly in the light, flashing with the breath of death.

Chu Tian curled a trace of contempt at the corner of his mouth, but he didn't even look at these guys who were seeking death.

"Boy, do you want a hero to save the beauty? Bah!"

A grim smile flashed across the leader's face, sweeping over Chu Tian's high-end clothes and the undeniable aura of Jin Qiuyun, and shouted coldly: "No matter who you are, no matter what your identity is! Give you three seconds! Kneel down, kowtow, and apologize! Otherwise, you will be dealt with!!"

Chu Tian smiled without saying a word, just looked at Mingzhu and gave a thumbs up.

Just now, when she slapped out, Mingzhu realized her recklessness. She had a pale face and felt a lot of aggrievances in her heart but didn't know what to do. She almost collapsed on the spot. But at this moment, she heard the praise and warm applause that resounded throughout the audience!

It was like being injected with a cardiotropic agent that made her depressed mood suddenly refreshed.

Seeing that he ignored him, the leader was even more angry. He straightened his body straight, walked to Chu Tian, ​​drew his sword and pointed at his nose, and roared, "Boy, don't pretend to be a person in front of me. I tell you, you have already made me angry!"

"If you don't keep your arms today, don't try to walk out alive..."

Before he finished speaking, the smile on Chu Tian’s face had not diminished, but suddenly grabbed his neck, shouted inwardly, and pulled it down violently. The Indian man’s head was heavily on the table and screamed in surprise. Before he could react, Chu Tian took away the short knife he held in his hand!

Then he pulled up his arm and the knife rose and fell!

A white light flashed, and a stream of blood spurted!

The Indian then let out a shrill scream, because his entire right arm was cut off by Chu Tian, ​​and blood splashed on Chu Tian's face. At the same time, it also popped into the noodle soup of Jin Qiuyun. The beautiful woman frowned slightly and pushed the bowls and chopsticks next to her without any trace.

Then she took out a tissue and wiped the blood spots on the back of her hand!

The beautiful woman and the man with broken arms form a strange picture!

Everyone around, whether it was Indian San or Chinese, including Boss Wu and Mingzhu, were stunned, and a bone-broken chill was rising from the bottom of their hearts. No one expected that Chu Tian would dare to hurt people in public, and he would be cruelly chopping off the other party’s arm!

This domineering aura! This courage! It not only shocks the Chinese people, but also makes them feel happy!

The aggrievance and anger that had been long-term in Chu Tian's slash were released. They felt the pleasure, the proud, and the Chinese stood up again, but they still did not dare to applaud or cheer because they could not be sure whether it was safe to echo!

If Chu Tian is killed by the Indians later, wouldn’t he be in trouble?

At this time, Chu Tian kicked the leader's waist, and the latter, who was under huge impulse, fell one after another with blood on his body. Before his body could land, Chu Tian smashed his broken arm over and hit him impartially, making the injured almost collapse!

"Who wants to keep an arm?"

Chu Tian played with the short knife, his eyes were scattered and peaceful.

He didn't speak loudly, but it was enough for everyone present to hear it clearly, especially when his eyes were looking around at everyone, it seemed like a knife was passing through people's faces, and everyone took a breath of air, and couldn't help but feel cold in the deepest part of his heart!

None of the four Indians who surrounded him dared to attack!

The leader is also quite strong, and he can still shout weakly when he is seriously injured: "Kill, kill him!"

As soon as the words fell, Chu Tian waved the short knife in his hand to the side, and with a sneer, a blood mark appeared on the throat of the Indian guy who was ahead, and then the blood shot out like a fountain, spraying on the table, the floor, and the faces of the other three accomplices!

Electric light, electric light speed!

No one saw clearly how Chu Tian took action, he only knew that a Indian fell down when the light flashed!

"I've killed him, do you have any wishes?"

Chu Tian had a sarcastic smile on his face and his eyes were cold! His right hand trembled gently, and a line of shining sword light was like a tornado roaring. The blood falling from the blade seemed to be raindrops floating in the air. The wind blowing in at the door blew up Chu Tian's clothes high!

His slender body was filled with murderous aura.
Chapter completed!