"Calm down!" Lin Anshu pulled him back.

"Don't stop me, I can't swallow this."

"Coincidentally, I couldn't hold back either, but in this situation, it would be a terrible idea for you to just hit someone directly."

"To put it mildly, this is called provoking trouble; to put it more seriously, this is a matter between countries."

“Therefore, we need to find a different way to resolve this matter,” Lin Anshu said.

"Then tell me, what's a good idea?"

"Tell them that China is no longer the China it used to be."

"Today's China is something they can only look up to and can't even catch up with."

"Chinese people have always treated foreign guests with courtesy, which is why we treat them as guests in such a friendly manner."

“Unlike those people, who eat meat with their bowls up and then curse their mothers after putting down their chopsticks, they are truly despicable.”

"If you mind, then don't sign up for a marathon organized by Chinese people."

"They've only achieved a tiny bit of success in long-distance running, what's there to be so proud of?"

"In all the Olympic Games over the years, their country has never won more medals than China, right?"

“Talk more, provoke them, and then let them come and arm wrestle with me if they disagree.”

"The loser must apologize immediately and get out of here."

"Arm wrestling? Lin Anshu, are you up to it?" Ji Chuan glanced at the tall and thin Lin Anshu.

He glanced again at the four tall, muscular Black men and women sitting over there, and hesitated for a moment.

"If I can't, then you can? Weren't you just now all fired up and ready to charge forward?"

"That's enough, isn't it?" Ji Chuan felt a little embarrassed by what she said.

He did act impulsively just now.

Honestly, any Chinese person who heard those words would want to punch those guys, right?

"Don't worry, I can do it."

"Don't let my thin appearance fool you, I'm still quite strong."

"How about we have a little sparring session first?"

"Come on, give it a try."

After the two finished their moves, Ji Chuan only lasted for a second before being completely defeated.

He refused to give up and asked to do it again.

As expected, he lost again.

The next moment, Ji Chuan stood up proudly and walked up to the four black men.

Filled with righteous indignation, I communicated with them in English.

Lin Anshu didn't quite understand what they were saying, but she could sense the pace of their conversation from their expressions.

At that moment, there were quite a few people eating in the restaurant.

Seeing what was happening, someone couldn't resist taking out their phone to start filming.

After Ji Chuan spoke to them for about three minutes, the group turned their attention to Lin Anshu, who had stood up and was walking over.

Then, he let out a mocking and disdainful laugh.

He even sarcastically remarked in English, "Her? A weakling like her, trying to outdo us? That's hilarious. I advise you not to overestimate yourselves."

Ji Chuan replied with a hint of sarcasm, "What? Scared?"

"If you're scared, apologize right now and get lost."

"Afraid? I'm afraid I might accidentally break her wrist. What if you try to extort money from me then?"

"After all, the physical strength and endurance of you Chinese are only so-so."

This time, it was the dark-skinned woman with dreadlocks who spoke.

She looked to be at least 1.74 meters tall, with quite firm muscles in her arms.

She was wearing a cropped top that subtly revealed her abs.

Those calves had muscle knots from years of running and exercising.

She looks like a strong woman.