Yufeng sat down at the dinner table on his own accord. "Hey, hey, come on. Let's have dinner first! I'm starving!" He was indeed extremely hungry.
"Who told you to come so late?" Su Rou said grumpily while eating. Originally, they could have waited for Yufeng to eat together, but it was his own fault for coming so late. Could she be blamed for that?
When it came to this matter, Yufeng didn't look happy. "Hey, I was really unlucky today. After I bought something, I bumped into a foreigner. Not only did he bump into me, but he even wanted to get physical!" Yufeng pouted, his tone full of annoyance.
Su Rou looked up at Yufeng. "Who was it?" Were all foreigners so barbaric?
"I don't know. And those guys didn't seem to understand Chinese," Yufeng said. "They looked quite high - class. They even brought two bodyguards with them." Did having status mean they could act tyrannically in China? They really looked down on the Chinese!
Su Yuze thought for a moment, then served some dishes for Su Rou while saying, "Yufeng, why are you talking about these things? Just eat."
"Okay." Yufeng wasn't polite either. He started shoveling the food into his mouth in big mouthfuls. Brother Yu probably didn't want Su Rou to hear about such violent things. Well, it made sense. After all, she was pregnant, and good prenatal education was necessary.
Su Rou took a couple of bites and said, "Brother Yufeng, I've noticed that a lot of foreigners really lack good manners. When I was in the US before, there was a male classmate in my class who was a racist. He really looked down on us Asians. His family even specifically used Asians as slaves!"
Yufeng's eyes widened instantly. "Really?"
"Yeah."
"Then he must have bullied you," Yufeng said. Racists were actually quite scary. You could be randomly scolded on the street for no reason, not to mention at school. He couldn't even imagine how Su Rou might have been bullied back then.
"He didn't exactly bully me." But it was almost the same, because Dean wanted to take her home as a slave, a sex slave at that.
Just as Yufeng was about to say something, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Su Yuze. His gaze was gloomy and terrifying. It seemed that this Dean had really done something extremely bad, or else Brother Yu wouldn't be so angry.
Suddenly, he was very curious. "What happened back then?"
When it came to Dean, Su Rou was still clearly angry. "The whole family has this strange fetish. There are many Asian slaves in their family, and they're all women... Tsk, tsk!" Just thinking about it made her feel disgusted.
"Xiaorou!" Su Yuze suddenly frowned and called out to Su Rou.
"Ah..." Su Rou looked at Su Yuze. He seemed a bit angry. Su Rou stuck out her tongue and silently buried her head in her food. "I won't talk anymore. I'll just eat."
Yufeng glanced at Su Yuze. As a man, he naturally knew what that so - called "slave" meant. Instantly, Yufeng also felt a surge of anger. That boy actually wanted to do that to Su Rou... "What about that boy now? Is he still alive?"
"He's still alive, but he probably won't ever dare to discriminate against Asians again," Su Yuze said coldly. How dare someone try to bully Su Rou? They didn't even know their own limits!
"I think he should be sent to Africa to do hard labor!" Yufeng said grumpily.
"He's from the Jinsen Family," Su Yuze explained briefly.
"Damn it, no wonder!" The people from the Jinsen Family had extremely strong racial concepts. Yufeng had heard of this before. He had even heard that the Jinsen Family had killed several Chinese people, but due to lack of evidence, they had never been caught.
"Yufeng!" Su Yuze warned Yufeng by calling his name. "Don't curse!"
"..." He was just a bit excited for a moment!
"Brother Yufeng, do you also know about the Jinsen Family?" Su Rou asked.
"How could I not? They're well - known!"
Su Rou sighed. "Brother Yufeng, if you see such foreigners in the future, just go ahead and fight them!"
"That's exactly what I was thinking!"
Su Yuze raised his eyebrows and looked at the two of them. "Do you two not want to eat anymore?" They were chatting so enthusiastically.
"We'll eat, we'll eat." Yufeng gave a sheepish smile, smiled at Su Rou, and then started eating.
...
On the other side
Du Long had just gotten into the car when the two men in black behind him said, "Boss, why didn't you let us take action just now?" When the boss was in Italy, he had never suffered such humiliation. In Italy, if someone dared to bump into the boss, they would definitely be beaten up severely the next second, regardless of who bumped into whom!
Du Long glanced at his two loyal subordinates. "Don't be stupid. This is not Italy. This is China!" Although he was a bit unhappy about that man's attitude just now, it was better for him not to stir up trouble. He had come here for a purpose, and he mustn't let Su Yuze notice.
"But that man..." was too arrogant!
"Alright, I know what I'm doing." He had to solve his own problems first.
The low - key black sedan drove all the way to the suburbs. There was a villa here, a European - style ancient building. Du Long walked over and gently rang the doorbell.
The door opened. It was a hooligan with tattoos on his body and a cigarette in his mouth. He looked like a slacker. "Who are you?" Looking at the three strange men outside, the hooligan asked curiously.
"Looking for You Feng," Du Long said.
"Looking for our boss?" The hooligan's eyes became even more strange. "Who are you guys exactly?"
Seeing the hooligan's suspicious look, Du Long reached into his jacket, took out a silver pistol, and handed it to the hooligan. Then, in his broken Chinese, he briefly said, "Here, You Feng, look."
The hooligan had been in the underworld for several years and had seen guns before, but he had never seen this one. However, judging from the texture and feel, this gun was a top - notch one! It seemed that this man had a big background. "Wait here."
The hooligan didn't dare to be negligent. He took the pistol and ran inside. "Boss!" The hooligan knocked on the study door. "Boss, there's a foreign man at the door. He seems to be looking for you."
You Feng was a man in his late thirties with a scar on his face. He clearly had a story. Hearing the hooligan's words, You Feng raised his eyebrows. "What man?"
"I don't know, but that man told me to show this to you." The hooligan said carefully, then handed the silver pistol to You Feng.
As soon as You Feng saw it, he just took a glance, and his eyes bulged instantly. "It's him!"
"Boss?" The owner of this gun clearly had a big background. The boss's face had changed.
You Feng held the pistol. There were the letters "DL" engraved on the butt of the gun. You Feng stood up abruptly. "Where is he?"
"He's... at the door!"
"Bring him in!"