Chapter 443 Korean Team

However, they also couldn't understand what Lin Shao said.

After a short stalemate, the leading man finally changed to fluent American English and said to the captain with a slight smile,

"Hello, Mr. Jiang. I've heard of you, the strongest dark horses from the empire, long ago. Today, to entertain our distinguished guests from the East, we've specially covered the entire bar's drinks..."

As he said this, he waved his hand and someone handed over two glasses of wine. He handed one of them to the captain and said with a perfect smile,

"I hope you have fun..."

Captain Jiang smiled, took the cup nonchalantly, shook it gently in his hand, and spoke in fluent Italian.

"Didn't Mr. Rhodes just say we were the yellow pigs? How did we become the dark horses again?"

Captain Jiang raised his cup towards the man and said with a half-smile,

"Why don't you just say we are chameleons?"

The face of the person opposite him instantly became extremely ugly.

The stubborn people all sneered with a hint of complacency.

Do you think I don't understand your Italian? Our boss once won the European qualifying championship, and the second place is your Italian driver.

It’s a pity that none of you can understand our Lin Shao’s word “ugly”.

As the next opponents in the game, both sides certainly do not have a good impression of each other.

But I still have to pretend to be okay for the sake of face.

So both parties wisely decided not to pursue the matter further.

People on both sides started playing their own games in the bar.

At first, the players in Wanshi were a little hesitant to let go, but when they saw that the white people were having a lot of fun and looking at them with contempt, the team members began to let themselves go.

The bar is not big but has good facilities.

The replayed metal music collided back and forth layer by layer in the enclosed space, making a huge and intense echo.

Just when everyone was getting really excited, the door was suddenly pushed open again.

The members of Wanshi's team accidentally glanced outside and their faces suddenly darkened.

That's the Korean team.

Unlike the treatment they received, these white Italians stood up and greeted them enthusiastically.

The two groups smiled warmly, hugged, shook hands and greeted each other.

The female manager and team leader Lin Shao were sitting together. Seeing this scene, they said angrily,

"That's too much! This is simply stepping on our faces."

Lin Shao took a sip of juice and looked over there.

The dazzling light swirled and poured down from above, illuminating the girl's gaze at that moment with incredible clarity, and a bone-chilling chill burst out from her dark pupils.

The next second she retracted her gaze, lowered her eyes and said lightly,

"What does it matter? Just crush them to death on the field."

Both the captain and the manager paused.

Lin Shao rarely spoke so boldly.

But this nonchalant and cold tone contained a condescending and tyrannical tone that was completely inconsistent with her appearance and aura.

The manager seemed a little surprised, but the captain remembered her father who was defeated by the Korean team and even died on the track. He pursed his lips and said nothing.

Next, the entire bar was divided into two distinct rows of people.

The Italian team and the Korean team talked and laughed, sang, danced, drank and had a great time together.

The Imperial team had a lot of fun playing with their own people.

I originally thought that this half day would pass peacefully, but in the end I couldn't maintain this forced peaceful atmosphere to the end.

The first person to hear the manager scream was Lin Shao.

She drank too much juice and was about to go to the bathroom to take care of her physiological needs.

Walking slowly into the corridor covered with thick carpet, you will see dim light emanating from the private rooms on both sides. Looking inside, it feels like you have arrived at the spider spirit's web-covered cave.