Those people were laughing when suddenly I heard fluent Spanish voices in my ears.

"I really don't know what you are so proud of. The Sithman country is indeed very powerful, but China is not weak either. In some aspects, China is superior to the Sithman country——"

"You will know this if you read more international news."

"But you said something like that. This only shows that you are an extremely ignorant person."

Looking at Yan Zhiyu who came over at some point, the man with the mustache was stunned.

He didn't expect that this Chinese man could not only understand Spanish, but also speak Spanish...

After responding, the man with the mustache became angry and even stuttered when speaking.

"You, what did you just say? I am ignorant? What kind of international joke are you playing? Besides, when did China surpass the Western countries? This is impossible!"

"We, the Sithman Country, will never be surpassed! Especially by you, China! The only country that can compare with us, the Sithman Country, is the Miraken Country! You, China, are not worthy of being compared with us!"

Yan Zhiyu stopped arguing.

She only replied him one word, with a very contemptuous tone.

"Oh, really?"

The bearded man became even angrier after hearing this, and his voice became louder and louder.

"Really? You actually asked me, is that so? Isn't that the case? Let me tell you, you Chinese are backward, you are poor... You Chinese are just a bunch of stinky beggars!"

Yan Zhiyu didn't say anything, just stood there quietly, looking at him with contempt.

The mustache is a big letdown.

He was getting redder and hotter, redder and hotter...

Then he raised his fist at Yan Zhiyu!

At this moment, Li Zhan reached for a switch on the wheelchair, and the brothers also took action, rushing towards the one with the mustache, preparing to rush towards Yan Zhiyu to protect her.

And Yan Zhiyu moved faster than any of them.

The mustache man only felt himself being covered by a shadow, and then a face with a sinister smile quickly enlarged in front of his eyes——

"I'm just waiting for you to take action!"

......

Ten minutes later.

Yan Zhiyu clapped her hands, looked at the Sisman people who were defeated by her, squatted down in front of the little mustache, patted his face, and raised her lips in his horrified gaze.

"Didn't you expect that I could do this?"

"I'm telling you, listen carefully - this is Chinese Kung Fu! Every Chinese person knows how to do it, and my skills are considered average among Chinese people..."

"So, from now on, when you go out, don't mess with us Chinese people. You are lucky to have met me. If you had met someone else today, you would have lost your arms and legs by now!"

The little mustache man trembled and stretched out his hand, calling "you" for a long time.

Yan Zhiyu smiled and said, "Why, do you want to call the police? Let me tell you, you were the first to attack! As far as I know, the laws in this regard in the Westman country are the same as those in China. What we did just now is against each other!"

Before coming to the country of Sisman, she focused on understanding the legal knowledge in this area.

Unexpectedly, this came in handy.

The little mustache man took a deep breath and screamed.

"Do you know who I am? In the entire Sisman Kingdom, there are only a few people who dare to mess with me! You must have heard of our Sisman Kingdom's Princess Fimiya, right? She is my cousin, the most likely person to inherit the throne in the future! You treat me like this, she will not let you go!"

Hearing the name of Fimiya, Yan Zhiyu was stunned.

Her focus is not on anything else—

This bearded guy looks so old, and he is actually 꾨Ｆｉｍｉａ’s cousin?

Seeing her response, the little mustache man was afraid of her and became more arrogant.

"I'm telling you, you have to kneel down right now and apologize to me, then slap yourself in the face! Otherwise, I'll let my cousin take care of you! I'll put you in jail and slowly torture you to death!"

"This is our country of Sisman. You Chinese people don't know how high the sky is and how dare you provoke me..."

He was speaking triumphantly when suddenly a voice from the sky interrupted him——

"Groves, what are you doing?"

The moment he saw Fumiya, the little mustache man was stunned, then became excited, pointing at Yan Zhiyu and complaining to her.

"Cousin, this Chinese guy just kissed me! You have to do it for me!"

"The Chinese are just poor and ignorant of etiquette... Cousin, when you inherit the throne, you must issue a decree to forbid these lowly Chinese from entering our country of Sisman!"