"I don't know if that's possible, but I demand you apologize to my friend immediately. Otherwise, please leave right now. Racists are not welcome here," Li Ya said assertively.
Johnson sneered, "Do you think I would apologize to a yellow-skinned monkey? What right does he have to make me apologize? He's just a sick man of East Asia, I could kill him with one hand. But today, I'll give you some respect. As long as he kneels and kowtows to me, I'll spare him today."
"Kneel and kowtow to you?"
Upon hearing these words, a cold indifference grew on Lu Tianxing's face, and there was a hint of ferocity in his tone, "Repeat what you just said."
"So what if I repeat it? You Huaxia people are just a bunch of sick men of East Asia, yellow-skinned monkeys. In the past, my ancestors invaded China and even took away your treasures. Our family's museum still holds countless of your treasures. Perhaps my grandfather's grandfather even left a bastard child in China!"
