Chapter 921

In front of this Los Angeles lovers' food street, an old man with ragged white hair leaned under a lamp post and looked calm. In front of him, there was a floor stall paved with cloth strips. On the floor stall were scattered small objects, such as sugar figurines, grass grasshoppers, rattle drums and so on, all of which were traditional objects with Chinese characteristics.

In front of him, a white boy was angrily scolding him with high toes, and asked the old man Huaxia to leave here quickly, so as not to hinder his eyes.

Behind the white boy, there were many partners of the same age, all laughing and watching.

The pedestrians around saw that this group of people were bullying the Chinese old man. No one stood up to speak for the white haired old man, but watched the excitement.

"Old man, I'm talking to you. Do you hear me?"

The white skinned boy saw the Chinese old man in front of him, as if he hadn't heard himself at all. He was furious and shouted at him angrily.

While talking, he stretched out his feet too much and swept away at the stall.

Wow

For a time, all the small objects on the stall were swept to pieces and in a mess by him.

The companions behind the white boy couldn't help laughing when they saw this scene. In this way, they bullied an old man in public. Instead of being ashamed, they looked happy.

Seeing that the objects on the stall were swept up, the white haired old man finally raised his head slowly. There was a cold flash in some vicissitudes of the eyes, but he soon converged back. The vicissitudes of the eyes looked directly at the white skinned boy and sighed: "young man, I have no enemies with you. Why are you so aggressive?"

"Hehe, anyway, I just don't like you." The white skinned boy sneered and said to the white haired old man, "don't get in my eyes here, a dead old man dressed in rags like you, and hurry back to your China!"

With that, the white boy laughed arrogantly.

"Brother Wang Xiao, it's really bad for them to bully an old man like this!"

Seeing this scene, Tong Waner, who was not far away, turned her head, took Wang Xiao's arm and said with her teeth.

"Since Wan'er thinks they are bad people, they are bad people. I'll teach them a lesson for you."

Hearing Tong Waner's words, Wang Xiao couldn't help smiling and promised to her.

At this time, after hearing the arrogant and overbearing words of the white skinned boy, the white haired old man said in a deep voice: "young man, how I dress has nothing to do with you, and my coming and going are also up to me. What makes you decide my going or staying!"

If the old man doesn't dare to retort with his own fist, he will say, "if the old man doesn't have white hair, he will fight with his own face!"

While talking, his right foot raised and stepped on the scattered objects on the stall again.

This time, he seemed to be ready to trample on all the objects on the floor and teach the white haired old man a lesson.

But just as his right leg was about to step on those scattered objects, one foot stretched out from the other side, with the instep facing up, under the sole of the white boy's foot.

A lazy voice also came from one side.

"Young man, is it too much to bully me like this?"

The white boy didn't expect that someone would dare to stop him. His face sank. He turned his head and saw that a young Chinese teenager was blocking his feet. His eyes suddenly burst out cold.

"Huaxia boy, don't mind your own business, or I'll make you eat and walk around!"

Immediately, the white boy said coldly to Wang Xiao, with a threatening tone.

Seeing this scene, the pedestrians around couldn't help stopping and watching a good play.

In their Los Angeles, although it is said that everyone is equal, something really happened. The treatment of white skin people is always better than that of other skin people.

"This Chinese boy doesn't know how to hold his tail and be a man in Los Angeles. He dares to be strong. Isn't this looking for abuse?"

"These young people are used to this food street on weekdays. They like to bully some foreign tourists. No one can control them."

"Alas, it seems that this Huaxia boy has to be beaten up today!"

The crowd around them were all talking, and their tone was full of sympathy and pity for Wang Xiao.

"Let me go? Hehe, what you said is very arrogant, but the people who said this to me last time have been beaten to their knees by me and begged for mercy."

Hearing the white boy's words, Wang Xiao shrugged and said disdainfully to the white boy, "I think you should be the next person I beat to your knees to beg for mercy!"

"You!" The white boy's face was full of anger. He thought he was already very arrogant in this Los Angeles couple food street, but he didn't expect Wang Xiao to be more arrogant than him. How could he stand it.

His face sank, his right hand clenched his fist and suddenly waved it at Wang Xiao's face. His mouth was even more broken and scolded: "you die for me!"

Although the white skinned boy's fist is vigorous, it doesn't have any internal force fluctuation. It seems to be full of momentum, but it doesn't kill Wang Xiao at all.

Seeing this, Wang Xiao twisted his figure and easily avoided the punch of the white boy.

"Do you just watch this soft fist hit people? Like a woman, you can't give some strength?"

After avoiding the punch, Wang Xiao opened his mouth and mocked the white boy.

"You..." the white boy was so angry that his face turned red. He waved his fist wildly and hit Wang Xiao.

But they were easily avoided by Wang Xiao.

Wang Xiao's body method is very strange, just like a ghost twisting.

The white skinned boy clearly felt that his fist was about to hit Wang Xiao, but the next second, he always threw himself into the air.

"Could you hurry up? Didn't you eat?"

"If you hurry up, you can't even hit anyone, and you say that you're making me feel overwhelmed!"

"Are you blind? I'm standing here and you can't hit it?"

Wang Xiao kept avoiding the white boy's fist and mocked him. The words fell in the white boy's ears like raindrops one after another.

Even the white boy's companions laughed when they saw Wang Xiao playing with him like a monkey.

"Chester Fogg, can you do it or not? You can't even fight one person and say you want to be our boss!"

"What a shame. I can't watch it anymore."

"Chester Fogg, the Chinese boy is right. You're a woman!"

Hearing the ridicule of his companions, the white boy named Chester Fogg's face became ferocious. He stopped and took out a cold black object from his arms.

It's a black pistol!

Wang smiled and raised his eyebrows. He remembered that it was legal for civilians to hold guns in Los Angeles!

At this moment, he suddenly felt that it was better to be domestic, at least life safety was guaranteed.

These foreign young people, on impulse, are likely to take out guns and die

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