Among all the people present, there was only one person from Hua Country. The rest were obviously all South Koreans, and this sole Hua Country person was the guy who had twice spoken rudely to Chu Ge.
Hua Country people, Japanese, Singaporeans, South Koreans, Thais—maybe to many they all look alike and it's hard to tell them apart at a glance, but for Chu Ge, it was quite easy to distinguish them.
Not to mention other tricks, just looking at that guy's face when he was cursing Song Baijia was enough to clearly prove this point.
When that guy looked at Song Baijia, his face was full of disgust and superiority, but when he talked to those South Koreans around him, he was respectful, polite, even a bit fawning.
This was something Chu Ge couldn't stand. It was truly taking foreign adoration to the extreme, like he forgot who his ancestors were.
"Bang!" Chu Ge threw the box in his hand on the ground, crossed his arms, "Hey, you lackey, what do you mean?"
