Chapter 471 Fuck Him

"What?"

Pan was furious when he heard this: "Are these Asians? Or radicals?"

How could we sing the military songs of half a century ago if we were not radicals?

Big Fatty Pan slapped the table: "Damn it! Singing military songs here is not a slap in our faces?"

Then he looked around again, wanting to get angry and show his domineering power.

But when he saw that no one was as indignant as himself, and there were also many diners clapping their hands to express their good will, Big Fatty Pan felt a little unsure.

If no one responds to your call, you will be embarrassed.

If not, he might get beaten up by these Japanese people.

Big Fatty Pan also saw several Chinese women at the other party's table tapping their chopsticks and humming the invasion song in time with the rhythm.

Big Fatty Pan recognized the other party's clothes, Qingshui's clothes, and secretly clenched his fists: Damn! I will never buy anything from the Qingshui family again.

"Even if the body rots, you must give up your life. You must sacrifice your life for the sake of loyalty, so that your name will remain in future generations."

The five Japanese men on the high platform shouted at the top of their lungs: "Otherwise, even if you live forever, there is no value in living as a samurai..."

The Dongdao man in the middle is facing Ye Tianlong. His aquiline nose is clearly visible, and he is highly aggressive.

He sang the hardest.

People who don't understand them think they sing well, are powerful and courageous; people who understand them don't dare to say anything for fear of getting into trouble.

When the five Oriental men sang a song, they also waved to other diners to follow their rhythm.

"Whoosh!"

Just when Ye Tianlong was about to copy the bench, the girl in yellow suddenly stood up, raised her right hand, and smashed a wine bottle directly into the high platform.

"boom"

There was a loud noise and the wine bottle shattered, causing the five Japanese people to step back in shock, with a hint of interrupted sullenness.

The hook-nosed Asian man shouted: "Ba Ge, yours, what are you doing?"

"You idiot!"

The girl in yellow ignored the other party's scolding and pointed her finger at the diners watching the excitement:

"A bunch of idiots, do you know what they are singing?"

"People are singing Japanese songs, praising the Japanese invaders, and you fools are still listening so happily. Are you out of your mind?"

After hearing the words of the girl in yellow, the atmosphere at the scene became slightly silent. The faces of the diners who did not understand Chinese language could not hide their shock.

They didn't seem to expect that the Japanese people would be so arrogant and dare to sing the praises of invaders in China, and they didn't seem to expect that the girl in yellow would dare to stand up and expose them.

My expression was complicated at the moment. I wanted to be a warrior, but I was worried about being beaten.

But if they don't do something and let the Japanese people clamor, they feel uncomfortable.

The girl in yellow was still standing on the chair, pointing at the diners who were gradually becoming silent, and shouted loudly:

"In China, in the land of Mingjiang, you old men, if you let a few Japanese devils sing war soul songs, do you still have the blood?"

"Their ancestors sang this song and killed your relatives and family members. You are not ashamed and you still follow the beat?"

"My brain is sick!"

She yelled word by word, making Big Fatty Pan and others' cheeks feel hot.

Seeing this, the hook-nosed Asian man took a step forward and said aggressively: "Baga, what song do I sing? What does it have to do with you?"

The proprietress who still retains her charm also stood up to smooth things over: "Music has no borders, isn't it just one song? Don't worry, harmony will make you rich."

She also signaled to the girl in yellow: "Little girl, sit down quickly, don't make trouble, don't make trouble."

Several Chinese women at the same table as the Japanese people also echoed: "It's just a song, why do you have to go online?"

"No wonder outsiders say that Chinese people like to make fuss out of molehills. They can shout fight and kill in just one song. I'm fed up with it."

"There is nothing we can do. Some people have been brainwashed and have been staying in the well, so they cannot understand the world outside the well."

They curled their lips at the girl in yellow to show their disdain.

The hook-nosed man laughed loudly, glanced at the audience with disdain, and then took the microphone and sang louder: "Warriors, let's keep coming."

"Pull out the cold radiant katana and move forward with the awareness of mortality."

When he started singing again, the four companions shouted loudly along with the rhythm: "The style of the empire, the Japanese sword that protects the soul of the warrior."

The landlady had a helpless look on her face, but she didn't stop her. She seemed a little afraid of Japanese people.

Big Fatty Pan became angry and rolled up his sleeves with murderous intent: "These bastards are bullying others too much."

But although he was very unhappy, he still didn't dare to rush forward alone. He glanced at Ye Tianlong, who was sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai, drinking leisurely.

Lao Pan was very depressed. Why was the always passionate Ye Tianlong so indifferent this time?

"You idiot, people are stepping on your head, and you are still sitting there doing nothing."

The girl in yellow picked up another wine bottle and shouted: "Go up and fuck them, they are a bunch of cowards."

While speaking, she raised the wine bottle high and smashed it over. With a bang, it fell on the edge of the high platform and broke into more than a dozen pieces: "Go ahead, coward."

Still no one moved.

The hook-nosed Asian man raised a sneer on his lips and swaggered towards the girl in yellow: "Come here, apologize, and sing this song with us."

"I can forgive your ignorance just now."

He pointed at the girl in yellow arrogantly: "Otherwise, you will pay a heavy price."

"Cowards, you cowards."

The girl in yellow scolded Pan Dapang and the others angrily: "If he bullies me like this, do you all think you are deaf? You are all cowards."

"If he wants to rape me, will you also stay silent?"

"boom!"

Big Fatty Pan couldn't hold himself back any longer. He picked up Erguotou and drank it in one gulp. Then he slapped the table and yelled, "Japanese, fuck your grandma, and you don't care about your place when you bully others?"

"With your uncle and me here, how can I allow you to act recklessly in Mingjiang?"

Big Fatty Pan lifted the chair with his backhand and rushed to the girl in yellow with righteous indignation: "Hurry up and apologize to us, or we will destroy you."

He also sang the "March of the Broadsword": "The broadsword cuts off the heads of the devils..."

Before he finished speaking, Pan Dapang's heart trembled, because the hooked nose had already appeared in front of him, and his toes were almost clashing with each other.

Big Fatty Pan's eyes were as wide as gongs, and he felt the brute force spread, and it was instantly rolled back and splashed, causing severe pain all over his body.

"boom!"

With an aquiline nose bump on the shoulder, Big Fatty Pan immediately flew backwards, dragging a trace of four to five meters after falling to the ground.

Fortunately, Ye Tianlong stretched out his hand to avoid hitting the table. Even so, Big Fatty Pan was also sore, as if he was falling apart.

There was a mocking smile on the hook-nosed face, and his eyes were cold: "The sick man of East Asia."

The girl in yellow yelled: "Fuck him!"

The hook-nosed behavior finally aroused public outrage, and the silent Mingjiang diners pushed away the involved female companions and jumped out with roars.

A young man held a wine bottle and smashed it from behind. His movements were very handsome and his technique was very skillful. He hit the hook-nosed head straight.

"boom!"