Chapter 1667 Even aliens have to queue up honestly
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After hanging up the phone, Lin Yu immediately drove to meet Bairentu.
After receiving Bairentu from the roadside, Bairentu immediately pointed to a black car in front and signaled that Moro was in this car.
"Sir, who is this foreign devil?"
Bairentu asked curiously.
"Although he appears to be from the cultural department, he is actually from the Special Situation Service!"
Lin Yu said in a deep voice, "The Special Situation Office has packaged it so secretly for him. He must have a high level in the Special Situation Office, and he must have a lot of secrets about the Special Situation Office. I guess he came to Yanxia this time.
The purpose may not be pure, maybe we can find something from him!"
"I see!"
Bairentu squinted his eyes and said in a cold voice. Thinking of the difficulties he encountered in the United States, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said in a cold voice, "If you ask me, we just catch this foreign devil and beat him up.
Just let him vomit out everything he knows!"
"His current status is a cultural exchange ambassador. We should not touch him unless it is absolutely necessary!"
Lin Yu said in a deep voice, carefully following Moro and their car.
Originally, Lin Yu and Bai Rentu thought that Moro Luo would go to some secret place, but to David's surprise, Moro Luo ended up at a well-known night snack bar in the city center.
After Moro got out of the car with a yellow-haired foreign driver, he walked straight towards the night snack shop.
Lin Yu and Bairentu looked at each other in surprise, looking a little surprised, but they hurriedly followed them.
Although it was already close to twelve o'clock in the evening, the night snack shop was crowded and lively. Many handsome men and women in fashionable clothes gathered in the shop. One look at their clothes and tattoos showed that most of these people were workers in nearby nightclubs.
Because there were so many people eating, the chairs outside the door were filled with a row of guests waiting for their number to be called.
However, after Moro and his driver got off the bus, they did not follow the queue, but walked straight into the late night snack shop. The driver shouted to the waiter in extremely poor Chinese, "Two of you, find us a table."
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"Sorry, sir, our tables are all full now. If you want to dine, you need to queue up!"
The female cashier said politely to Moro and the Huangmao driver.
“Isn’t there an empty table there?!”
The driver Huang Mao pointed to a table that was being cleaned in the restaurant with a sullen face and asked displeasedly.
"Sorry, sir, there is a customer at that table! As you can see, there are so many customers queuing up outside!"
While explaining, the waiter printed out a queue sheet and handed it to driver Huang Mao, saying, "Your number is 148, and there are twelve tables ahead..."
"Fuck!"
The yellow-haired driver's face sank, he cursed and said angrily, "You actually want us to queue up?!"
"We are Americans!"
Morrow also held his head high at this time, with a sense of superiority on his face, as if being an American meant he was superior to others, and said, "We are here for cultural exchanges with your country, and we are VIPs!"
"Damn it, what's wrong with Americans! Americans don't have to line up!"
"That's right, what kind of VIP? Are VIPs so unqualified?!"
"Stop talking nonsense, even aliens have to line up honestly!"
When the diners at the door heard what Moro and others said, they became very angry and sharply criticized Moro and the Huangmao driver.
"Shut up! shutdown!"
The yellow-haired driver pointed at the person outside the door and yelled.
“Hurry up and arrange a table for us!”
Morrow said in a deep voice to the female cashier like an order.
"Sorry, sir, we..."
Snap!
Before the female cashier could finish speaking, Morrow slapped the female cashier hard on the face. The female cashier screamed "Ah", and then a red and swollen palm print instantly appeared on her fair face.
"I told you to arrange a table for me right away!"
Moro said coldly, "Is this how you Yanxia people receive distinguished guests?!"
"Grass!"
When the diners at the door saw this scene, they became furious, especially a few young people. They jumped up and rushed towards Moro and the Huangmao driver, shouting and cursing loudly.
"Damn it, it's hot summer here! You can't stop being wild!"
"You really treat yourself like a green onion! What the hell!"
"What a bullshit cultural ambassador. What you bring is also rubbish culture. Get out of here. You are not welcome in our country!"
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While he was talking, several young men rushed up with their fists waving.
But the yellow-haired driver and Moro didn't show any fear on their 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 already rushed forward, and the yellow-haired driver's body suddenly started to move. After ducking sideways to avoid the fist of the young man at the front, he threw a fierce uppercut, hitting the young man's chest.
Cheek, the young man only heard a crisp sound of bone cracking coming from his face, then his vision went black and he fell to the ground.
Then the yellow-haired driver quickly dodged behind the crowd, and with a few sharp hand knives and side kicks, he brought the group of young people who rushed up to the ground.
Several young people either had broken ribs or broken fingers and were rolling on the ground, wailing and screaming.
The surrounding diners were so frightened that their faces changed when they saw this scene. They held their breath and did not dare to breathe.
"This is what you Yanxia people have learned through hard work to be honest and obedient!"
Moro glanced at the person lying on the ground and said calmly with a proud face.
"This bastard is so cruel!"
Bairentu, who was not far away, clenched his fist hard, his eyes shone with cold light, and asked in a cold voice, "Sir, can we take action?!"