Seventy Koi: The Unlucky Boss Hugged Me and Cried

    Mr. Luo is really a good teacher

    Mu Qing's irony made the white man very angry.

    He was tall and tall, and as soon as he walked over, his aura suppressed Teacher Luo and Qian Zhongxing who were in front of Mu Qing.

    He raised his hand, pushed away Teacher Luo and Qian Zhongxing, and wanted to reach out and grab Mu Qing.

    Seeing this, Bai Ping was about to reach out to pull Muqing.

    But I saw that Mu Qing was not retreating but advancing, and raised her hand directly to meet her.

    "Uh..." Bai Ping didn't say what she stopped, only to hear a "click!"

    It's not that Mu Qing was injured!

    It was the white man's paw that stretched out to Mu Qing, and was directly cut off by Mu Qing.

    Break!

    This surprised Bai Ping.

    The way she looked at Mu Qing changed.

    She couldn't imagine how such an elegant **** could have so much strength?

    Mu Qing directly threw the white man's wrist out.

    "Ah! Shit!" The white man held his wrist and cursed in pain.

    "How dare you hurt white people! I'm going to sue you at the government! I'm going to make them disqualify you!"

    The man endured the pain and made a loud threat.

    His threat, Teacher Luo, they are a little anxious.

    Because, in the United States, democracy is particularly important.

    But this democracy is actually only for white people in disguise.

    In other words, if you offend a white man and you let him find an excuse, he can sue the mayor for bankruptcy.

    Not to mention the yellow people from other countries.

    In their eyes, yellow people are almost no more advanced than black people.

    "Don't worry, everyone, it's not us who is at fault in this matter." Mu Qing said with relief.

    "The International Computer Competition is a competition for all countries."

    "We came to participate in the game, but were threatened by their native people. It's not us, it's them who should feel ashamed and sorry."

    "With such a chaotic policing, it's hard to believe the safety of their game."

    …

    As Mu Qing said this, passers-by began to persuade the provocative white people to leave.

    But the idea of ​​white discrimination against race has been deeply ingrained, and they are simply unwilling to let it go.

    Just when the white people were yelling, the people from the International Computer Society who came to pick up Mu Qing and theirs came.

    But unfortunately, the people here are black.

    When the black people came, they first confirmed their identities.

    After confirming the identities of Mu Qing and the others, the black man said something very apologetically.

    "The tire of the car was punctured on the road, so it took some time."

    "I'm sorry to keep you waiting so long."

    Black foreign language with a little local accent.

    After he finished speaking, he turned to take Mu Qing and the others away.

    "Don't leave!" At this moment, the white man whose wrist was injured by Mu Qing just now roared very irritably.

    The black man walked in front, his eyes slightly helpless.

    He opened his mouth and began to explain.

    "Sorry, sir."

    "This is an international friend who came to participate in the international computer competition."

    "I need to send them to the hotel now, can I trouble you to make way?" the black voice prayed.

    However, white people obviously won't buy black people's accounts.

    "No!" He denied it outright.

    "I want that woman, kneel down and apologize to me!" The white man's intact other hand pointed directly in the direction of Mu Qing.

    He accused: "The woman broke my hand and she needs compensation."

    "Compensation for what?" Before the black man could speak, Mu Qing asked coldly.

    The white man looked at Mu Qing with a playful look.

    "Come with me for one night, of course!"

    "Otherwise, I will make you unable to participate in the international computer competition!"

    "Not only that, believe it or not, I can even keep you from walking out of this city alive."

    The white man said smugly, revealing the gun on his waist.

    The meaning of threat was clearly written on her face.

    The black man panicked when he heard this.

    He hurriedly raised his hands, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere.

    "Sir, this is not good, I can give you money, you can go to the bar for entertainment."

    The black man said, holding one hand up, indicating harmlessness, and slowly took out the money from his pocket with the other.

    Then, carefully placed in the hands of the white man.

    The white man looked a little better when he saw the money in his hand.

    However, he still looked at Mu Qing.

    "It's okay if I let you go, she broke my hand, and I'll break hers too!"

    When the white man said this, Teacher Luo and the others were frightened.

    Break both hands, how can Muqing participate in the international computer competition.

    But the white man was unrelenting, and really made Teacher Luo and the others embarrassed.

    Just when the two sides can't hold on to the situation and it seems that sparks are about to emerge.

    Mr. Luo stood up.

    "Mr. Luo, what do you want?" Mu Qing hurriedly chased after him.

    "Mr. Mu, don't be afraid." Teacher Luo turned around to comfort him.

    "The teacher will protect you."

    Mr. Luo's eyes were firm, "Be good, stand back."

    Mu Qing bit her lip, the humiliation of being bullied made her unwilling.

    But she still has to listen to Teacher Luo's words.

    So, Mu Qing stood back.

    Mr. Luo turned around and took a few steps forward, almost lining up with the black man before he stopped.

    "It is absolutely impossible to break my student's hand." Teacher Luo said firmly.

    "Your hands, medical expenses, no matter how much, we will pay."

    "Our group represents a country, how can we be bullied by you?"

    "It is absolutely impossible to bully my students!" Teacher Luo's sonorous and powerful voice shook.