"It's over! The embassy staff are all here!"
"I know this spectacled old man! The representative from Japan!"
"It's finished, finished! It was just a trivial matter, now it's escalating to a diplomatic level!"
"Poor fellow, the big guy and the handsome piano player were just venting for the country, never expected to run into such bad luck!"
"Sigh! Damn bastards!"
The passersby were sighing, and it was foreseeable that with the appearance of the official Japanese staff, Wulang was no longer in any danger.
Ironically, danger was about to confront Qin Hao and the others.
"Mr. Wu Lang, what's going on exactly?"
Mitsui pushed his reading glasses, staring sharply at the big guy.
He realized that Wulang must have been roughed up, and no surprise, the one who did it must be the big guy who raised his hand.
Xinmu was coldly stared at by Mitsui, his complexion changing several times, but his hand didn't fall, just defiantly saying, "What are you looking at!"
