Several noble students wanted to make things worse, but what Chen Xuan was most afraid of was that things were worse.
He really doesn't believe in the aristocratic students who hit others first. If they have money and power, they can do whatever they want.
"This..." Maupassant didn't know what to do for a moment.
"Chinese boy, wait for us!" The strongest aristocratic student shouted at Chen Xuan.
Chen Xuan was really standing there, waiting for these noble students to call people over.
Qin Feixue said nothing, she would not let Chen Xuan tolerate it, and it would turn a big deal into a small matter.
After all, a few noble students took action first, and Chen Xuan was not the kind of person who swallowed his anger, especially abroad.
At worst, she will not study abroad at this college in the future.
Mimi, who was standing on the other side, was a little gloating and thought to herself that Chen Xuan had caused a big disaster. Even if Maupassant was protected, what if it was France, this place was not China.
The school arrived at the scene before the aristocratic students called him.
After the principal came over, he wanted to calm the incident, but several noble students did not give him any face.
It is impossible for Chen Xuan to agree to the principal's request and apologize to several noble students.
So the scene ended for a few minutes.
More and more people were watching, and the school gate was blocked.
Suddenly, everyone heard the roar of cars coming from a distance.
How many cars need to drive over at full speed to make such a sound?
Everyone looked at the street entrance and saw black cars rushing out of several street entrances. All of these cars rushed towards the school gate, scaring pedestrians to avoid it. Many people were forced to fall down.
On the ground.
The sudden appearance of the convoy is overbearing.
Maupassant frowned again when he saw it.
Chen Xuan and Qin Feixue looked calm and had no surprise expressions.
Seeing this, Mimi was too lazy to remind Qin Feixue not to stand with Chen Xuan.
In her opinion, her good friend was really a bit stupid. At this time, she didn't know how to give up her boyfriend.
Seeing Chen Xuan pretending to be like this, can he really fight against the major forces of Valli?
Soon, cars filled the entire street, extending from the street entrance several hundred meters away to the school gate.
The car got out of the car, wearing dark suits wearing sunglasses, all of them were expressionless, as if cold machines were walking towards the school gate.
After several noble students were helped up by these black suits, they became arrogant, proud and fearless.
"Who hit my son?" A white foreigner in a black coat got off the car and immediately asked an angry question.
Then he looked at Maupassant in a slight surprise: "Is it your subordinates who did it?"
"Rousseau, this is a misunderstanding. Mr. Chen is my friend and he has no intention of hurting your son." Maupassant had already thought about how to explain.
The super rich man who came over was of the same status as him, but Maupassant was not afraid of Rousseau bringing so many people.
"Misunderstanding? My son was beaten like this, Maupassant, this is not something that can be said with a misunderstanding." Another rich man got out of the car. This was a bald foreigner driving a Ferrari.
Maupassant knew this rich man. He was about to explain it again, but Chen Xuan spoke first: "It's not a misunderstanding, I beat your son!"
Several wealthy people led a convoy to block the streets and school gates, which was already domineering enough, but Chen Xuan's words were even more domineering than them!
The onlookers didn't know where Chen Xuan got the confidence to say this.
A Maupassant can't cover it!
"You're fighting, right? It's great, so things will be much easier." Rousseau threw the newly lit cigar on the ground with force, and this throwing was equivalent to a signal.
Hundreds of black suits behind him rushed towards Chen Xuan like a tide.
Among them, there are many world-class masters who possess unique skills but are willing to serve the rich.
But in front of Chen Xuan, these masters are no different from slightly stronger adults.
He made a move at will, and beat these masters to pieces, falling everywhere, and some of them were hung on telephone poles.
The more the super rich men looked at them, the more frightened they became. Unexpectedly, their son was so furious that he was such a terrible super expert.
Even the world-class masters they spent a lot of money to hire were killed instantly. How strong is the young Chinese man in front of him?
This time, it was the turn of a few super rich people who felt bitter inside.
If someone continues to besiege Chen Xuan, it will be given away for free if he sends him.
But you have to retreat, and you can't get out of Taiwan.
After all, the situation was so big today that if it spread, the whole country knew that the top rich people could not deal with a Chinese boy, which would be a huge joke.
Rousseau suppressed his surprise and warned in a deep voice: "Young man, you dare to injure so many people in our France. What awaits you will be the official roundup. No matter how strong your force is, you will never be able to escape back to China!"
"Oh, is that?" Chen Xuan didn't care at all.
He has encountered such a thing as being surrounded by the whole country.
What's more, he is much stronger now than before.
As long as he wants, leaving France is not a problem at all.
Seeing that Chen Xuan was fearless, several super rich men secretly planned to ask the official to take action.
But at this moment, a loud voice came from behind the crowded crowd: "Give it aside! Give it aside!"
After this sound appeared, a path was split among the crowd.
A fat foreigner wearing a red robe and a wooden cross on his chest, walked over with several men wearing long red scarves on his shoulders.
When everyone saw this fat man, their expressions changed.
Who in France doesn’t know Archbishop Feilin?
No one expected that he would come to the Versailles Academy of Fine Arts.
When several super rich people were stunned, Feilin had already walked up to Chen Xuan: "Dear Mr. Chen, I have sorted out the information you want, please check it out."
As he said that, he asked a pastor behind him to present a paper material with a wooden cover to Chen Xuan.
Chen Xuan took it casually and thanked him slightly, "Please trouble you."
"No trouble, no trouble." Feilin's attitude towards Chen Xuan was even more respectful than last night. "Mr. Chen, is something happening here?"
Maupassant explained to Chen Xuan: "Rousseau's son and his son fought with Mr. Chen and was beaten by Mr. Chen, so he called many bodyguards to come and cause trouble for Mr. Chen."
After hearing this, Feilin nodded and looked at Rousseau and other super rich people.
"Mr. Chen is my friend and even our Pope's friend. Why don't you apologize to Mr. Chen?"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was shocked.
Feilin was originally very respectful to Chen Xuan, which made everyone feel very incredible.
But Chen Xuan is not only a friend of Archbishop Feilin, but also a friend with the noble Pope?
This is a strange thing that shocked the entire France and even Europe!