"Wow, won't they get beaten up for doing that?"

Xiao Chen was also very surprised.

“They’ve already run away, what else can we say? It all depends on whether any believers will take it seriously.” O’Dean shrugged. “But as you know, there’s a Mafia around here.”

The Italian Mafia is world-renowned, and many people perceive them as ruthless, involved in the sale of contraband, and engaged in illicit activities. However, they often consider themselves "local order maintainers," valuing their territory highly and even actively maintaining local order and security. They are also frequently deeply intertwined with the local religious beliefs.

Those people were courting death. If they get targeted by the gangsters, they'll likely face a lot of trouble.

Hearing what O'Deen said, Xiao He sighed, "So it's best to avoid causing trouble outside..."

These are things that people in China may not value much, but people abroad attach great importance to these cultures and beliefs.

If you accidentally offend the local bully, you'll be in for a lot of trouble...

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The group slowly made their way to the outside of the stadium.

The venue is located in a royal park, in a flat area with no obvious hills. The surrounding vegetation is quite lush, with the racetrack surrounded by dense trees and the road surface being a relatively smooth asphalt surface. Behind those trees stand ancient and luxurious royal villas, and further away, the top of a church can be vaguely seen.

Even if you're not there for a race, just driving around the area is enough to feast your eyes on its beautiful scenery.

Luca drove the car to the parking lot, while Oudern waited with Xiao He and Xiao Chen at the main entrance of the track.

Because the official competition is tomorrow, there are a lot of people at the venue today. Just after Xiao He and his group stood there for a while, several teams passed by the entrance.

Someone recognized O'Dean and came over to say hello.

"I'll go talk to them. You guys can look around here as you like."

O'Dean greeted Xiao He, and then joined a few other drivers he knew to catch up.

Only Xiao He and Xiao Chen remained in the same spot.

Xiao Chen was recording a video on her phone: "Sister Liu, we've arrived at the scene. Look, Brother Xiao and I are both fine."

He then turned the camera to Xiao He.

Xiao He, on the other hand, looked with great interest at the notice board at the entrance, studying the advertisements and event announcements posted there.

Just then, a burly, tall figure blocked Xiao Chen's path, snatched his phone, and loudly questioned him in English: "You yellow-skinned brat, were you two racing just now?"

Xiao Chen's phone was snatched away. She was about to angrily yell at the other person to return it, but when she saw the other person's tall and strong figure and the large tattoos all over his arms, her momentum immediately weakened.

"Sorry, sorry!"

Xiao Chen's English wasn't very good. Although he didn't know why the foreigner had taken his phone, seeing the other man's angry face, he subconsciously assumed that taking photos was not allowed at the entrance, so he immediately apologized sincerely.

However, Xiao Chen's apology, though seemingly innocuous, was tantamount to an admission, which enraged the tattooed man even more. He immediately turned to the other muscular, burly men standing beside him and said, "It's them!"

Suddenly, four burly men stood in front of Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen: ? ? ?

Xiao Chen was terrified.

What are you doing?

Hearing the commotion, Xiao He immediately squeezed into the crowd and pulled Xiao Chen behind him. He stared coldly at the four burly foreign men in front of him, and said in English, "Give my friend's phone back."

"Fuck!"

Hearing Xiao He's confident words, the burly man with tattooed arms became furious and raised his hand to grab Xiao He's collar.

Xiao He was tall and had long legs. Even standing next to a burly, tattooed man, his imposing presence was in no way inferior. Instead, he took a step forward, easily brushing aside the man's outstretched hand. His icy gaze fixed on the man, radiating the dangerous murderous aura of a criminal, as he coldly rebuked him:

"If you have something to say, then say it clearly. Do you dare to lay a hand on me?"