Jean was extremely confident. He was convinced that Qin Heng absolutely wouldn't dare to kill him! He might not even dare to hit him!
During his time in China, he had come to understand one thing: foreigners in China really did have privileges.
Even if he hit someone, no one would dare to intervene, fearing it might cause an international dispute. If he were hit by someone, it would definitely be taken very seriously, and they would ensure he didn't suffer the slightest grievance.
In such a country, Jean even felt a sense of superiority, looking down on the Chinese people.
Now, that was how he looked at Qin Heng, an extremely arrogant expression on his face. He raised his hand, pointed at Qin Heng's nose, and sneered, "You're glaring at me? Your eyes look so fierce, it's truly terrifying! HAHAHA!! I'm so scared I'm about to kneel! If you have the guts, go on and hit me! Dare you? Chinese pig! Trash! Do you dare to make a move? You don't dare! You absolutely don't..."
