"Think you can hit someone and just walk away?"
Song Yun originally thought it was a misunderstanding and didn't pay much attention, but seeing the white girl's arrogant demeanor, he couldn't contain his anger.
After all, standing on the soil of Hua Country and insulting its people, Song Yun couldn't just stand by and do nothing!
He walked toward the white girl while Yuan Siyi and Wen Shu followed closely behind, both women squatting down to comfort the crying little girl.
At this moment, the white girl looked impatiently at Song Yun, her eyes full of provocation.
"Who are you?"
Hearing this, Song Yun coldly said, "Stop spouting that foreign language, if you're going to talk, speak Mandarin!"
The white girl looked at him in disbelief; she hadn't expected such a handsome man to speak vulgarly.
She pointed her finger at Song Yun and shrieked shrilly, "You dare curse at me! Do you know who I am? Do you know where I'm from?!"
Song Yun grabbed her pointing finger and bent it in the opposite direction.
"Since you can speak human language, you should know it's very impolite to point at people like that. If your parents didn't teach you, then I'll have to do it myself!"
The girl screamed in pain several times as her body gradually bent down due to Song Yun's increasing force.
At this moment, the restaurant's management and the little girl's guardian also arrived.
After ensuring the little girl wasn't seriously hurt, a young couple repeatedly bowed to Song Yun in thanks.
"I went to the car with Sen Sen's mom to get something and didn't expect so much to happen when I came back."
The man looked at his daughter with eyes full of distress.
"It's fine, just be more careful next time."
After speaking, Song Yun once again turned his attention to the white girl. Seeing the sweat of pain beading on her forehead, he said indifferently, "Learned your lesson yet?"
"Fa..."
The white girl hadn't finished cursing when the pain in her finger suddenly intensified. She knelt on the ground, crying out in agony, eyes tightly shut.
"Speak human language!"
"I... I know I was wrong..."
"Get lost! This isn't a place where you can run wild!"
"This lady isn't good-looking and doesn't seem to have a brain either. Could it be that foreign men just marry anyone they find in the street?"
Dammit, we tolerated your bullying decades ago because we had to! At that time, we truly weren't strong enough, but after countless ancestors fought and built up our nation, we are now among the world's top ranks!
If you foreigners keep looking down on us with your old perspectives, then we are ready to fight back!
The woman was left flustered and exasperated by his speech, but she knew all too well that this minor incident wouldn't trigger an international event. Moreover, with so many people insulting her, the notion that "the law does not punish the masses" applies in any country!
So she pinpointed the person making a scene, pointing at Song Yun's nose as she cursed, "I remember you! I'll make sure you, this despicable person, will pay the price you deserve!"
Song Yun, unfazed, said, "It doesn't matter if it's your husband, even if the ambassador himself came to deal with the issue, he would only slap this ignorant woman twice!"
The woman nodded angrily, muttering incessantly, "Fine fine fine! Just you wait!"
Having said that, she took out her phone to start calling someone at the consulate.
As the situation escalated, the restaurant's management was caught uncomfortably in the middle.
On one hand was the cause of national pride, and on the other, the consular officials, high-ranking and influential. Any slight mishandling could result in the shutdown of the restaurant!
As a mere manager, he truly didn't have the authority to deal with it.
Standing there, he wore a pained expression, praying for the boss to arrive soon!
"Ring ring ring!"
The restaurant's door was pushed open, making the wind chime produce a pleasant sound.
Everyone looked towards the entrance, where a fat man was continuously wiping sweat with a handkerchief, running and shouting, "I'm the owner, excuse me, folks!"
On his way here, the restaurant owner nearly cursed the person causing trouble to extinction; dammit, they come to his restaurant to dine and cause a scene! If this ends badly, wouldn't he have to go personally to the consulate with generous gifts to apologize!
But when he pushed through the crowd and saw Song Yun, he froze on the spot.
"Boss, you're here, this is ..."
"Mr. Song! For you to grace my humble restaurant with your presence, I... I am truly honored!"
Song Yun's eyes held a trace of appreciation as he reached out his hand, saying, "I trust you'll make the right choice."
The fat man cautiously wiped his hand on his clothes before carefully shaking the hand Song Yun extended. To him, this wasn't just simple courtesy; it was, dammit, an olive branch!
If he handled the situation well, who wouldn't want to secure the favor of Magic Capital's wealthiest man? Would he ever lack for food?