Chapter 471

"what?"

When Pan Fatty heard this, he was furious: "Are these Orientals? Or militants?"

If you are not radicals, how can you sing the military anthem from half a century ago?

Pan Dapang patted the table: "Damn! Singing military songs here, don't you slap us in the face?"

Then he looked around again, wanting to get angry and show Huaxia Erlang's domineering.

But seeing that there was not only no one around me filled with outrage like me, but also many diners clapped their hands to show good wishes, Pan Da Pang was a little lacking in confidence.

If no one responds with a raised arm, you will be ashamed.

Maybe, they will be beaten by these Oriental crowds.

Pan Dapang also saw that several Chinese women at the other party's table were knocking on their chopsticks and singing the song of aggression in accordance with the rhythm.

Pan Dapang recognized the other party's costume, Qingshui costume, his fist secretly clenched: It's a dog! Never buy anything from Shimizu's house again.

"Even if the body rots, you must give up your life, and give up this body for the sake of loyalty, so that Fang's name will remain for future generations."

The five Oriental men on the high platform screamed: "Otherwise, even if you live forever, there is no value in living as a samurai..."

The man from Dongdao in the middle, facing Ye Tianlong, clearly saw his hooked nose, which was strongly aggressive.

He sings hardest.

People who don’t understand think they sing well, have power and courage; people who understand don’t dare to say anything, worrying about trouble.

Five Oriental men sang a song in the gap, and they did not forget to wave to other diners to follow their rhythm.

"Wow!"

Just when Ye Tianlong was about to copy the bench, the girl in yellow suddenly stood up, raised her right hand, and a wine bottle hit the high platform directly.

"boom"

There was a loud noise and the wine bottle shattered, shocking the five Orientals to back off, still with a touch of interrupted sullenness.

The eagle nose orientalist shouted, "Bage, what are you doing?"

"Fool!"

The girl in yellow ignored the other party's scolding and pointed at the diners who watched the excitement:

"A bunch of idiots, do you know what they are singing?"

"People are singing the song of devil, praising the Oriental invaders, you fools are so happy to hear it, don't you have a brain flooding?"

Hearing the words of the girl in yellow, the atmosphere fell slightly, and all the diners who did not understand Chinese could not hide their shock.

They didn't seem to expect the Orientals to be so arrogant and dared to sing the hymn of the invaders in China, and they didn't seem to expect the yellow girl to stand up and expose it.

At the moment, he looks complicated, wants to be a warrior, but is worried about being beaten.

Don't do anything, let the Easterners clamor, and they don't feel like it.

The girl in yellow was still standing on the chair, pointing at the gradually silent diners, and shouting:

"In Huaxia, in the land of Mingjiang, you big masters, let a few devils hum and sing the battle soul song, do you still have blood?"

"Their ancestors sang this song to kill your relatives and family members. You are not ashamed, and you still beat the beat?"

"Brain--child--has--sickness!"

She shouted word by word, making Pan Da Pang and the others hot cheeks.

Upon seeing this, the Orientalist took a step forward, aggressively: "Baga, what song does I sing, what does it matter to you?"

The charming proprietress also stood up and said, "Music knows no borders. Isn't it just a song? Don't worry about it. Be kind and make money."

She also motioned to the girl in yellow: "Little girl, sit down, don't make trouble, don't make trouble."

Several Chinese women who were at the same table with Eastern people all echoed: "That's it, it's just a song, why go online?"

"No wonder outsiders say that Chinese people like to make big fuss and can scream and scream for a song. It's enough."

"No way, some people have been brainwashed and stay in the well, so they can't get used to the world outside the well."

They sneered at the girl in yellow.

The hook-nosed man laughed, glanced contemptuously at the audience, and sang louder with the microphone: "Warriors, let's continue."

"Pull up the cold light and shoot the katana, and move forward with the mortal consciousness."

His reopening of singing also made the four companions shout loudly in accordance with the rhythm: "The style of the imperial country, the Toyo sword that protects the soul of the martial artist."

The proprietress looked helpless, but she didn't step up to stop it, as if she was a little jealous of the Orientals.

Pan Dapang became angry and rolled up his sleeves murderously: "These **** are too deceiving."

It's just that although he was very upset, he still didn't dare to rush forward. He glanced at Ye Tianlong. Ye Tianlong sat firmly on the Diaoyutai, drinking leisurely.

Old Pan was very depressed. Why was Ye Tianlong, who had always been passionate, indifferent this time?

"Stupid, people stepped on their heads, and they were still sitting in positions to dry the birds."

The girl in yellow picked up another wine bottle and shouted, "Go and **** them, a bunch of cowards."

While speaking, she smashed the bottle high again, and with a bang, it fell on the edge of the high platform and shattered more than a dozen pieces: "Go, coward."

Still no one moved.

A sneer evoked from the corner of the Orient's mouth, and he swaggered towards the girl in yellow: "You, come here, apologize and sing this song with us."

"I can forgive you for your ignorance just now."

He arrogantly lit the girl in yellow: "Otherwise, you will pay a heavy price."

"Cowards, you cowards."

The girl in yellow hated iron and steel and cursed Pan Dafang and the others: "He bullied me like this, are you all deaf? All cowards."

"He wants to **** me, are you silent too?"

"boom!"

Da Pang Pan couldn't hold back anymore, he picked up Erguotou and took a sip, slapped the table and shouted: "Devil, **** your grandma, bully people and not look at the place?"

"With your uncle, I am here, how can I allow you to be arrogant in Mingjiang?"

Big Fatty Pan lifted the chair backhand and rushed to the girl in the yellow shirt filled with righteous indignation: "Hurry up and apologize to us, or we will destroy you."

He also sang the "Broad Sword March": "Broad swords cut the devils' heads..."

Before he could finish his words, Pan Dapang's mind trembled, because the hooked nose had appeared in front of him, almost colliding with his toes.

Da Pang Pan's eyes stared into gongs, and he felt brute force spreading. He instantly rolled back and splashed, causing severe pain throughout his body.

"boom!"

With a tip of the hook on his nose and shoulders, Pan Dapang suddenly flew out, and after falling to the ground, he dragged a trace of four or five meters.

Fortunately, Ye Tianlong stretched out his hand and didn't hit the table. For that matter, Pan Da Pang was all sore, just like falling apart.

There was a mocking smile on Ying Hook Nose's face, and his eyes were cold: "Sick man of East Asia."

The girl in yellow yelled: "Fuck him!"

Ying Hook nose's behavior finally provoked anger, and the silent Mingjiang diners pushed away the female companion involved, and yelled and jumped out.

A young man held a wine bottle and smashed it from behind. He was very handsome and skillful. He smashed it straight on the head of the hook nose.

"boom!"