Chapter 1667 Even aliens have to queue up honestly
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After hanging up the phone, Lin Yu immediately drove to meet with Bairen Tu.
After receiving a hundred people from the roadside, the hundred people immediately pointed to a black car in front of him, indicating that Moro was in this car.
"Sir, who is this foreign devil?"
Hundred Rentu asked curiously.
"Although he is an individual from the cultural department on the surface, he is actually a member of the Special Affairs Department!"
Lin Yu said in a deep voice, "The Special Love Department packaged it for him so secretly. I believe that he is not at the level of the Special Love Department, so there must be many secrets about the Special Love Department. I guess he is here in Yanxia this time.
Maybe the purpose is impure, maybe we can find something from him!"
"I see!"
Bairentu said coldly, thinking of the difficulties he suffered when he was in the United States, a cold light appeared in his eyes, and he said coldly, "I want me to tell me that we will catch this foreigner and beat him up,
Isn’t it enough to let him spit out all that knows!”
"His current identity is the cultural exchange ambassador. We should not touch him first unless we have to!"
Lin Yu said in a deep voice, following Molo and the others' cars carefully.
Originally, Lin Yu and Bai Rentu thought Molo would go to some secret place, but what surprised them was that Molo finally came to a well-known midnight snack shop in the city center.
After getting off the bus with a yellow-haired foreign driver, Molo walked straight towards the midnight snack shop.
Lin Yu and Bai Rentu looked at each other in surprise, with a little surprised expression, but they still followed.
Although it was almost twelve o'clock in the evening, the night snack shop was crowded with people and bustling with people. Many handsome men and beautiful women in fashionable clothes were gathered in the shop. When they saw the dress and tattoos on their bodies, they knew that most of these people were practitioners in nearby nightclubs.
Because there are too many people eating, there are a row of guests waiting to call the number on the chairs outside the door.
However, after Molo and his driver got out of the car, they did not line up, but walked straight into the midnight snack shop. The driver fucked the extremely poor Chinese and shouted to the waiter, "Two people, find us a table."
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"Sorry, sir, our tables are full now. If you eat, you need to queue up!"
The female cashier politely said to Moro and the yellow-haired driver.
“Aren’t there empty tables there?!”
The yellow-haired driver pointed to a clean table in the restaurant with a calm face and asked unhappily.
"Sorry, sir, there are guests at that table! You also saw so many guests lined up outside!"
While explaining, the waiter printed out a number order and handed it to the yellow-haired driver, saying, "Your number is No. 148, and there are twelve tables in front..."
“Fuck!”
The yellow-haired driver's face sank, cursed, and said angrily, "You actually want us to line up?"
"We are American!"
Molo also raised his head and looked superior, as if he was an American, and said, "We are here to exchange cultural exchanges with your country this time, and they belong to VIPs!"
"Damn, what's wrong with the Americans! Americans don't have to line up!"
"That's right, what kind of VIP, are VIPs so unqualified?!"
"Don't talk nonsense, even aliens have to line up honestly!"
When the diners at the door heard Moluo and others' words, they were immediately angry and accused Moluo and the yellow-haired driver.
"Shut up! shutup!"
The yellow-haired driver pointed at the person outside the door and scolded him loudly.
"Hurry up a table for us!"
Molo said in a deep voice to the female cashier as if ordered.
"Sorry, sir, we..."
Bang!
Before the female cashier could finish speaking, Moro directly slapped the female cashier in the face. The female cashier called out "ah", and then a red and swollen palm print instantly appeared on her fair face.
"I said, let you arrange a table for me right away!"
Moro said coldly, "Is this how you Yanxia people receive VIPs?!"
"Grass!"
The diners at the door were furious when they saw this scene, especially the young men, who rushed up and rushed towards Moro and the yellow-haired driver, shouting and cursing.
"Damn it, this is hot summer! You can't help but go wild!"
"I really think of myself as a scallion! What a thing!"
"What a shitty cultural ambassador, it also brings garbage culture. Get out of here, our country does not welcome you!"
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Several young people waved their fists while talking and rushed up.
But there was no fear on the yellow-haired driver and Molo's faces.
The yellow-haired driver twisted his neck, clenched his fists, and sneered disdainfully, "A bunch of stupid pigs!"
At this time, a group of young people had rushed to the front, and the yellow-haired driver's body suddenly activated. After one sided to avoid the fist of the young man at the front, he punched him out with a fierce hook, hitting the young man
On his cheek, the young man heard a crisp sound of bone cracks coming from his face, and then his eyes turned black and he fell to the ground.
Then the yellow-haired driver quickly flashed into the crowd, and with a few neat hand knives and side kicks, he knocked the group of young people who rushed up to the ground.
A few young people either broke their ribs or folded their fingers, rolled on the ground, screaming and screaming.
The diners around him were so scared that their faces changed when they saw this scene. They kept breathing and did not dare to let out.
"This is what you Yanxia people have learned to be honest and obedient after suffering!"
Molo glanced at the person lying on the ground and said lightly with a proud face.
"This bastard is so cruel!"
Bairentu, not far away, clenched his fists tightly, his eyes were filled with cold light, and he asked in a cold voice, "Sir, can we do it?"