Hiss...
Coffee poured onto the skin, even making a slight sound.
Wisps of scalding white steam rose...
"Ah!"
James let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered, his whole body, resembling a meatball, jumped up directly, rolling on the floor in pain.
"Damn Chinese!"
"Chinese boy, you're looking for death!"
"I'm gonna kill you, Chinese boy!"
The other Americans all stood up, rubbing their fists, and charged directly at Ye Qiu.
These people were all tall and muscular; in fact, they were all similar to bodyguards, all James's subordinates. Since they went to a war-torn place like Africa to strike it rich, James naturally had to make full preparations.
In fact, among them, three were retired mercenaries with excellent skills.
The one closest, a blond American, took a standard boxing stance, punching directly towards Ye Qiu's back.
Another black man came with a side kick, aiming at Ye Qiu's waist.
