Chapter Thirteen: Evil Fire Fist

  Chen Xiaoqi was very familiar with this kind of person's tone and knew what they were thinking, because he had seen it before. For example, when a new employee in his father's unit wanted to find a certain leader, the office or secretary would often say things like "The leader is busy, you need to make an appointment" with a pretentious tone, but actually meant nothing different.

  So Chen Xiaoqi directly leaned his body against the back of the chair, staring coldly at the poker face of the waiter, saying clearly: "I know what you're thinking in your heart, I also know what you're doing, but do you know what you're doing? You need to be clear about your identity and status, you are just a waiter, remember, no matter which country you are from, here you are just the lowest-ranking waiter, and I am the customer of this restaurant, I am the one who can let you get paid, you have no right to make any inappropriate decisions on behalf of your boss, if you plan to quit starting from today!"

  The waiter was stunned by his string of questions and those he had never seriously considered before. This approach, which had been successful many times before, had humiliated more than one Chinese person, each time successfully making those who thought they could enjoy his service very embarrassed and unsure what to do, only to re-select the food that was originally possibly "out of stock" under his guidance. The feeling of success in teasing was great!

  But someone like Chen Xiaoqi who was so harsh and menacing in his intimidation was a first, he didn't know how to respond. Fortunately, this time he encountered a supporter - a big and sturdy foreigner who had been looking at him with disapproval for some time.

  The man, dressed in a beige waistcoat with a tie and sporting a well-groomed beard, stood up indignantly, his head held high, and with an air of haughty disdain, he said: "You Chinese people don't understand manners at all! This is a high-end establishment! Not one of those low-class, dirty, fly-infested Chinese restaurants! This isn't a place where just anyone can come in off the street! The patrons here are esteemed ladies and gentlemen. If you don't know the rules, please leave! And I think this Waiter gentleman has done nothing wrong. Some high-end cuisine is not for everyone to enjoy! Your loud outburst has disturbed all the diners here, including your attitude, which is extremely rude. You should apologize to everyone here, especially that Waiter gentleman. How dare you threaten him with his boss? That's too uncouth! Too immoral!"

  His speech was applauded by several people around him, and even someone lightly clapped, while the lady at his table who had buttoned up to her chin covered her mouth with her hand and giggled happily. This made the robust Westerner feel a sense of accomplishment! The foreigner smiled complacently, covering his chest with his hand, tilting his head as if very elegant, slightly bowing to the surrounding people, thanking them for their cheers and support, and then preparing to sit down.

  Chen Xiaoqi's eyes narrowed as he gritted his teeth, and a cold mutter escaped from his lips: "Where did you come from, you big-mouthed donkey? You think you can just appear out of nowhere and start showing off in front of the young master? That foreign devil is really something else!" The hand on the table clenched into a fist, the joints cracking with a loud "crack".

  Lu Jiaju hastily reached out to hold him down, repeatedly comforting him: "Forget it, forget it, these foreigners have been like this for a day or two, and they're not just targeting us. At worst, we won't eat this meal, there's no need to fight with them."

  Chen Xiaoqi's anger grew even bigger. He was already uncomfortable with the obvious Westerner's condescending attitude, and Lu Jiaju's common practice of enduring humiliation only fueled these guys' arrogance. If it were someone else, they might have endured it, but Chen Xiaoqi hadn't developed this "good habit" yet. He slammed his fist on the table, pointing at the big foreigner who had just received applause from the surrounding people: "FUCK YOU! What business is it of yours that I'm eating? Are you full and looking for trouble?! Is this restaurant your family's?! Do you have any control over it?! How did I scold him?! Is he your father?! If you're uncomfortable, come on! What are you pretending to be?! Are you bored out of your mind?! Or do you want me to find an electric pole to poke your ass and make you feel comfortable?!"

  This set of words Chen Xiaoqi hasn't said for a long time, put in the 21st century campus and street, no matter young men or women will almost all burst out with these few sets, at that time it was really uninhibited. Until here because of environmental constraints he has been pretending to be a good kid for many days, today the powder keg exploded, suddenly a whole set of words - English - clean and refreshing came out.

  Lu Jiaju was stunned, the egg-waiter was stunned, the foreigner who liked to meddle in other people's business was stunned, and everyone in the restaurant who could understand English was also stunned! In such a public place! In a Western-style restaurant run by Westerners! A Chinese person! Yelled loudly at a Western gentleman! In front of so many ladies and gentlemen!

  It's been ages since I've seen such a scene!

  Lu Jiaju never thought that Chen Xiaoqi, who looks like a well-behaved kid, would have such a bad attitude. This is almost as bad as the street thugs! Are there any cultured, thoughtful, insightful and talented returnees from abroad who can understand English, or are they just "four-haves" thugs?!

  In such a public setting, he absolutely couldn't bring himself to utter profanities, didn't even dare think about it. From childhood education, there was no such thing as using foul language, his own father wouldn't allow unrefined words to be spoken, and over the years, none of those who thought themselves cultured and dignified dared to use such language, not even Chen Shoutin, who usually cursed a lot, had ever used such refined profanities. Today...he couldn't imagine it.

  That洋毛子 who was just proudly smiling suddenly looked like he had swallowed a rotten egg that got stuck in his throat, unable to swallow or spit it out, and couldn't breathe. His two green eyes were wide open like duck eggs, and the smile on his face froze instantly. Across from him, the "lady" who had been watching the commotion with great enthusiasm was also shocked, her beautiful eyes wide open. Her small white hands, covered in fine soft hairs, were covering her mouth, and she looked like she was having trouble breathing.

  The foreigner slowly stood up, still with the same expression as before, and raised his index finger to point at his own chin. He seemed to be having trouble believing what he had just heard, and spoke in a questioning tone: "You? FUKEME? Chinese person, do you know what you're doing? You're insulting a noble British gentleman! And you're doing it in front of so many esteemed ladies and gentlemen! Ah?! How can you utter such coarse language?! You truly are uncouth, and you must offer a sincere apology for your previous egregious behavior! And you must also apologize to everyone present today for the unjust insult they suffered! Otherwise, I won't mind personally teaching you, you ill-mannered scoundrel!"

  Needless to say, a large crowd around them began to loudly echo and cheer, and some people had already started clenching their fists and rolling up their sleeves, eager to come forward and give this extremely uncivilized and vicious Chinese person a good lesson! Chen Xiaoqi's scolding was like trampling on their tails or, rather, using an electric pole to "greet" the eyes of their buttocks.

  The waiter who started all this saw that things were not going well, and immediately dodged back into the counter as if he had nothing to do with it at all, and refused to come out even if killed.

  The gatekeeper had already slipped into the back kitchen to report the news, and it was likely that soon a large group of people would come out with a majestic and powerful "kill" to bravely punish this ignorant Eastern troublemaker.

  Lu Jiaju's face turned white, how could he deal with this situation? He had no experience at all! Now he began to blame himself for bringing Chen Xiaoqi here to eat Western food. Why not just find a Chinese restaurant and have a good meal? What was the point of showing off like this?

  Chen Xiaoqi sneered, "Teach me? With you? Hmph, don't think that just because you're big and muscular, you can take on the world. At most, you're just a silver-tongued devil, probably not even enough to satisfy the lady opposite you."

  Those words were too hurtful, the lady opposite who had just been elegant and refined suddenly understood what was meant, and according to her usual "ladylike" standards, she closed her eyes, let out a soft moan, and fainted.

  The sturdy foreigner quickly stretched out his hand to support the lady's shoulder and leaned her steadily against the back of the chair. Then, he straightened up, opened his arms wide, and blocked those who were about to come over and take the lead in teaching a lesson with their fists and feet. His two big eyes almost blazed with fire, but still maintained a certain "gentlemanly demeanor" as he loudly said: "Gentlemen, this is between him and me, I hope to personally use my fists to teach this Chinese what is called manners! Therefore, please, as bystanders, bear witness for me that I am not intentionally lowering myself to specially look for trouble with this unknown Chinese!"

  The surrounding peers include Westerners who, after translation, understood that their peers had received great insult and praised the gentleman's great moral integrity. They patted their chests, indicating they would not join in punishing this shameless Chinese person. Instead, they cheered and encouraged the gentleman's courageous behavior, ready to play the role of international pacifists to save the Chinese person's life at a critical moment! Ah, how compassionate and noble our Western civilization is! You damned Chinese, why don't you kneel down, lower your humble head, and devoutly kiss our toes to beg for our rare, merciful forgiveness?

  Chen Xiaoqi stood up, threw the suit into Lu Jiaju's arms, then pulled off his tie and wrapped it tightly around his right hand, finally making a knot in his palm. With his left hand, he lightly hooked one finger and said calmly: "Come on, outside is very spacious, the lighting is also excellent, let's have a good fight, I hope your fists can loosen up my muscles!"

  He said, and with a casual turn of his body, he slowly walked out of the restaurant's door. In the middle of the street at the entrance, he turned around, shrugged his shoulders forward and backward several times, then vigorously rotated his neck left and right several times before shaking it off. He exercised his wrists, and in one smooth motion, he had mastered the posture of Jet Li. Then, with both hands in front and back, and both feet also in front and back, he opened up a fighting stance. With a smile on his face, he beckoned to the foreigner with his right hand's index and middle fingers: "I'm ready, how about you?"

  His movements stunned the Westerners who had come out from outside, not because they thought Chen Xiaoqi's kung fu was particularly impressive, but because they couldn't believe that this rude guy would actually dare to refuse to apologize and even provoke a noble and strong British gentleman with his fists. This was simply asking for death! The man was beyond salvation! They could already imagine the next moment when the dignified gentleman would knock this scoundrel out with just one punch, leaving him sprawled on the ground, battered and bruised.

  It's too pitiful! They can't bear to look at it anymore.