Sang Duo saw Xia Yunjie whirling his legs and knocked down all the bodyguards carefully selected from the tribe. Although he couldn't help but be shocked, he was more angry, especially the applause from those Europeans and Americans, which made him feel very embarrassed.

Sang Duo shouted again with a calm face. Two bodyguards who had not stepped forward immediately took out their pistols, and the black muzzles were pointed at Xia Yunjie's head.

Seeing the black man pull out his pistol, the bar suddenly became quiet, while Sando and Choi Yongjun showed ferocious and smug smiles on their faces.

"Aren't you very good at firing? Come and see if your feet are fast or bullets are fast?" Cui Yongjun shouted, but he didn't notice that Xia Yunjie's pair of black and clear eyes were now showing a trace of violent blood.

"Stop it all." At this moment, the bar manager hurried over to shout in English at Sando and others, saying that the bar manager was an English man.

Although Sando was the eldest son of Chief Sayo, he was obviously a little afraid of the British. When he saw the bar manager coming, he whispered to the two bodyguards in a low voice, and the two bodyguards put away their guns.

Seeing that Sanduo's people put away their pistols, the blood in Xia Yunjie's eyes quietly faded away. He looked at the bar manager dissatisfiedly and accused Sanduo of causing trouble in his hotel.

Sangduo just frowned and listened at first, but his face gradually darkened. It was obvious that the bar manager's too many accusations had already angered the arrogant Chief Sayo's eldest son. Sangduo turned around and said a few local words to the bodyguard beside him. The bodyguard immediately took out the intercom and said a few words in a gusto.

The British manager obviously understood a few words of rustic words. When he saw the bodyguard pull out the intercom and swearing, his face suddenly changed. He pointed at Sando and shouted in English: "Sando, what do you want to do? Do you want to make trouble in Mr. Blair's hotel?"

Mr. Blair, the British manager, is the big boss of this hotel, a powerful British man in Ajiya.

Seeing this, Sang Duo looked gloomy and didn't say anything, but Cui Yongjun squinted his eyes slightly and said in English without a smile: "Of course we dare not make trouble in Mr. Blair's hotel. But Sang Dao Ye wants to invite this Chinese lady to have a drink, but this Chinese lady doesn't give him face. You said that Sang Dao Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye

As he said that, Choi Yongjun pointed out the window of the bar.

Outside the window of the bar is the street. It was originally quiet at night, but at this time, there were chaotic footsteps and howlings from far to near.

In a short while, hundreds of black soldiers were rushing towards the bar with rifles and submachine guns in their hands, clamoringly. The fierce aura came to his face, and the sound of howling like a beast shook the glass of the bar. In a blink of an eye, the outside of the bar was surrounded by black soldiers.

At this time, Su Zhiyan's face turned pale and her lips were trembling. Even the European and American people who were brave enough to stay to watch the fun were so scared that their faces were pale at this time.

Although the hotel manager John tried to calm down, his trembling hands still betrayed his panic.

After all, there were hundreds of soldiers holding guns outside. After all, these were all relatively backward and barbaric Africans compared to the West. God knew whether they would really rush in and pick up the gun and sweep it. If this was the case, even if John had the support of Mr. Blair, he would probably turn his whole body into honeycomb eyes.

Of course, John was unwilling to be a honeycomb for a pair of Chinese people, and there was no need for this. He glanced at Su Zhiyan helplessly, whispered: "I'm so sorry, Miss Su." Then he turned to the bar to get the wine.

Looking at the black soldiers outside the window, a bloody look surged in Xia Yunjie's eyes again, but in the end it gradually faded, and then reached out to take out his cell phone from his pocket.

"Do you call the embassy? Do you think it's useful now?" Cui Yongjun saw Xia Yunjie take out his cell phone, and a disdainful sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he sarcastically said.

Although "Xia Yunjie" Su Zhiyan was very disgusted and even hated the handsome Korean guy in front of her, she had to admit that what Choi Yongjun is saying now is the fact that even the British have no choice but to surrender. What's the use of calling the embassy now? If you anger these black people, the situation may be worse.

"It's okay, I know it." Xia Yunjie gently patted Su Zhiyan on the back of her hand and comforted her.

Of course he wouldn't call the embassy at this time. If he really wanted to call the embassy, ​​he would rather take action by himself.

There is a saying that uses poison to fight poison, and there is another saying that one thing subdues another. Originally, Xia Yunjie was thinking about when he would tell Baru, but now it seems that he doesn't need to think about it anymore.

When things got so much, it was time for him to come forward. It was also possible for these Africans and foreigners to see that the Chinese are not easy to bully on this land of Africa, and they also have very powerful forces.

On the other end of the phone, Baru Santos, the great king of the Owenk Sioux, is located in the palace of the city of Remain. Baru Santos, the fiftieth chief of the Owenk Sioux, made it with pure gold, representing the royal power. He sat on a throne covered with leopard skin, leisurely enjoying the grapes fed to his mouth by the beautiful and young Princess Eva of Gonna recently.

Under the throne, the guard who had protected him intimately when he went to China was kneeling on the ground with fear

Since Baru Santos ascended the throne, his kingly majesty has increased day by day, making all the members of the Owenk Sioux surrender.

Seeing Mu's mother kneeling on the ground tremblingly, Baru suddenly remembered Master Xia, who was far away in China, his savior, the legendary Chama. If it weren't for him, even if he was still alive, he would be sick and a useless man. But what about now? Not only did he ascend the throne, but because of the preaching at the Xia Yunjie Xuanmen Conference, he also made rapid progress in his practice, and invisibly added a bit of the majesty and momentum of the king.

"Mm, get up and talk. What's the matter if you ask for a meeting at night?" Baru's majestic voice sounded in the palace hall.

"Report to the king, my mother seemed to have seen Master Xia at the Black Beauty Nightclub two days ago, but because she was not sure, she didn't dare to report to you. Today I felt uneasy, so I specially asked for a report." My mother replied respectfully.

"Hahama must have missed Master Xia like me, so he had an illusion. How could an oriental god like Master Xia come to us?" Baru laughed loudly when he heard this, but after laughing, he was inevitably a little disappointed.

Baru was invaded by fire poison since childhood. When the fire poison attacked, he was really worse than death. If it weren't for his extraordinary willpower, he would have committed suicide. It is precisely because of this that he felt grateful to Xia Yunjie that is difficult to describe in words.

But as Baru said, Xia Yunjie is an immortal in the East. Not to mention that it is out of reach in the eyes of ordinary people, even monks and kings like them are the same. Especially on that night, Xia Yunjie stood in the hotel square like a god, and directly carried the thunder with his body. Until now, Baru couldn't help but stand up and bow to the east when he remembered it. How could such a person run to a primitive, backward and chaotic place like them? Not to mention entertainment venues like "Black Beauty".

"What the king said is that Master Xia is the Chama of the world, so he must have had a small illusion. Please forgive me for your sins." Mom said horrified when she heard this.

"What's your fault? It's been a long time since there's no news about the master. I'm just about to find someone to talk to you. Come on, come here." Baru waved at Muma with a smile.

When Mma saw Baru wave to him and let him sit on the edge of the throne, she couldn't help but feel flattered and trembled all over. Just as she was about to step forward, one of Baru's most trusted waiters walked over with his private cell phone, then knelt on the ground and held his cell phone in both hands and said, "King, your phone number was called by a Chinese named Xia Yunjie."

"What" Baru almost jumped up from the throne, snatched the phone from the waiter's hand, and then said respectfully and excitedly in bad Chinese: "I am Baru, hello master."

After the Xuanmen Conference, Baru left a phone number to Xia Yunjie. However, he never expected Xia Yunjie to call him because he was just the king of the world. In his heart, Xia Yunjie had long been an oriental god who was not in the world and the Chama of the African grassland.

Seeing that since ascending the throne, the king who was becoming more and more steady and majestic, the waiter was shocked and secretly glad that he knew that the person who could make this call had a close relationship with the king, so he was more respectful. Otherwise, as long as he was disrespectful, he would probably have the head to the ground when he looked at the king's current disobedience.

On the other end of the phone, Xia Yunjie saw Baru answering the phone and said with a calm face: "I am now surrounded by more than 100 Sayo soldiers in the Paria Hotel in Remaland."

"Master, I'll rush over immediately." Baru was shocked and angry when he heard that someone dared to surround Xia Yunjie with a gun on his own, and said in a hurry and fearless manner.

Xia Yunjie nodded and said "Okay" and hung up the phone.
Chapter completed!