When Qingshan stopped the tall robber, the short robber was threatening the store owner with his back to her, so she didn't see it. When she turned around again, she only saw her accomplice's head sticking out, as if he was picking something in front of the shelf. She cursed him in her heart, "Idiot."

The little guy pointed the gun at the old lady's temple and cursed her with dirty words such as "Chinese dog", "You're so ugly with squinting eyes", "Go back to China" and other insulting words to Chinese people. Qingshan was so angry when he heard it.

The United States is a country of immigrants. Except for a few native Indians, everyone is an outsider several generations ago. No race has the right to say that it is superior to other races. However, some white Americans with extreme ideas do not think so. They think they are the masters of this land and are extremely exclusive of people of color, with Chinese and African Americans being the first to be affected.

The United States advocates freedom, democracy and equality, but racial discrimination is still deeply rooted. Before Qingshan was reborn, he often saw reports on the Internet about black teenagers being shot by white police officers for trivial matters. Unexpectedly, today he encountered white thugs robbing a Chinese supermarket. Not to mention the chivalrous spirit of the Chinese people who help others when they see injustice, even for the sake of being a descendant of the Yellow Emperor, Qingshan could not stand idly by.

The old lady finally put all the money into the bag brought by the little man with trembling hands. The little man grabbed the bag with such force that the old lady almost stumbled. The little man spat on the ground and threatened: "If you dare to call the police - bang!"

He pointed the gun at the old man lying on the ground and made a shooting gesture. The old lady was so scared that she screamed and waved her hands and said in Chinese, "Don't kill him, please."

The old lady's panicked and frightened reaction pleased the robber. In his opinion, the two white-haired Chinese were old and stupid, and could not even speak English fluently. There was no surveillance in the store. Even if he called the police, they probably wouldn't be able to explain what had happened or who robbed them.

These elderly Chinese people are just playthings in their hands, and they can do whatever they want to them. The last sentence of "not calling the police" is a threat, but it has more of a teasing meaning.

"Johnson, it's time to go. What the hell are you doing standing there? Reading pornographic magazines? When did Chinese dog shops have these things? Johnson? - Johnson -!"

The shorter one kept on yelling for a long time, but the taller one didn't move at all, his head half lowered, his eyes fixed on the position in front of him.

"Fuck! Johnson, what are you doing—Fuck! Who are you?"

The little man finally got behind the rack to retrieve the man himself. He immediately spotted a Chinese girl besides Johnson, standing there watching him with a smile on her face. Startled, he raised his hand and fired at Qingshan. However, Qingshan was much quicker than him. Before the little man could pull the trigger, a thick steel needle pierced the Wailaogong acupoint on the back of his hand. The fingers of his right hand instantly stiffened like petrified wood, unable to move at all.

"Ahh! My hand—, damn, what did you do?"

The little man's fingers were fixed, but other parts of his body could still move. He was experienced in fighting, and he actually used his left hand to put pressure on his immobile right hand, trying to shoot Qingshan again.

Unfortunately, his fighting power compared to Qingshan is like the difference between the old lady shop owner and the armed gangster. The retribution came too fast like a tornado, and now he has become a mouse being made fun of.

Qingshan seemed to be calm and unhurried, but in fact he was as fast as lightning. He pressed the Tanzhong point on the chest of the short robber, and the robber was frozen in place.