"Enough, stop talking!" Mr. Yue Sr. raised his hand to interrupt Lin Xiang and then ordered his secretary, "Go and get my gun, I want to deal with these two guys!"
"Mr. Yue Sr., calm down, we're on a train, we can't cause a riot here!"
"I knew these foreigners were trouble! If this were several decades ago when I was on the battlefield, they would never leave alive! Just a few hundred years of foreign history, and they dare to look down on us from Hua Country! Who gave them the nerve!"
Mr. Yue Sr.'s face was filled with killing intent, clearly someone who has seen bloodshed.
Lin Xiang stood next to him, unable to suppress a couple of shivers.
"You're right, Mr. Yue Sr.!" Lin Xiang agreed, "That's exactly what I told them."
"Oh?" Mr. Yue Sr. glanced at Lin Xiang, "I heard you chatting with them quite happily just now; how did you respond to them?"
Lin Xiang cleared her throat and repeated in Chinese what she had just said to the foreigners.
Mr. Yue Sr. remained silent.
