"Zhuo Wen, I am your aunt Zijing, does it hurt on my face?"

After Guo Zijing finished the phone call, she looked at the slap marks on Yang Zhuowen's face and tears fell on her clothes.

Yang Zhuowen didn't say a word, but just held Xiong Baizhou tightly in his hand.

Li Xueqi stopped talking now. He knew about this because he bought Southern Yunnan Baiyao and swelling-relieving ointment for Yang Zhuowen as soon as possible. Unexpectedly, although the swelling and pain disappeared, the palm print was still there.

"Uncle, I'm sorry for you."

Xiong Baizhou, who had been suppressed for many years, and Xiong Baizhou, who had taken deep breaths to mediate, spoke slowly.

Yang Zhuowen shook his head obediently, stretched out his hand to wipe the wet corners of Xiong Baizhou's eyes.

"Baizhou"

Guo Zijing was very worried. It was the first time she had known Xiong Baizhou for more than a year that she had heard Xiong Baizhou express the three words "sorry". For people with this personality, they might have been in a state of mind.

Li Xueqi knew that the students' parents needed some time to accept facts, and even had channels for emotional venting. He was ready to hold on and get slapped twice, and then continued to persuade them to report and apologize.

Things always have to be solved, otherwise it would be so easy to get a high salary of 2,000 yuan per month. Moreover, Li Xueqi felt that he was helping these Chinese parents because if he continued to deal with it, the Chinese would suffer in the end.

"Uncle Yang Zhuowen, things have become like this, let's talk about it first."

Just as Li Xueqi was halfway through his words, Xiong Baizhou suddenly stood up and shook his shoulders, and spit out a hoarse word from his throat.

"I'll talk about other things later. I'll vent my anger for my daughter first."

"What?"

Li Xue was stunned for a moment at first, and then as Xiong Baizhou's generous and strong figure slowly walked towards the Korean student, he suddenly had a premonition of falling into the abyss. He wanted to shout but couldn't open his mouth, and wanted to move his steps to stop him but had no strength.

When a Korean woman saw Xiong Baizhou coming towards her, she thought the Chinese government wanted to apologize. After all, Xiong Baizhou's face now does not have any angry expressions. Who knows what he is going to do?

So the Korean woman's harsh tone was even more severe, and her fingers almost poked Xiong Baizhou's face.

Xiong Baizhou ignored him and came straight to his fat son.

"Run, run quickly"

Li Xueqi muttered quietly, confused, and burst into tears in the corner of his eyes. He didn't know the reason. Maybe it was because his career was about to end, or maybe it was because today's situation might be different from before.

"I am also Chinese and have always been a foreigner. Do you really think so in my heart?"

The fat Korean son was playing games, and suddenly felt a figure like a high wall in front of him. He was a little angry that the wall blocked his sight of playing games, and shouted loudly at Xiong Baizhou like his mother.

He even spitted at Xiong Baizhou, and it fell onto the clean leather upper without tilting.

Xiong Baizhou glanced calmly, and the Korean woman realized something at this time, because the condensation feeling of the air around Xiong Baizhou was already as solid as it was, and she was about to come.

I saw Xiong Baizhou suddenly reached out and picked up the Korean student.

Under Li Xueqi's powerless whisper, under the loud exclamation of the Korean woman, and under the tears of Guo Zijing's eyes!

"Bang!"

A dull but strong slap in the face, the fat son fainted without saying a word.

"Ba"

Xiong Baizhou threw him to the ground expressionlessly. At this time, Li Xueqi didn't know where the strength was pouring out again, so he swayed over and looked at the Korean student.

He was still breathing, but his ears were bleeding, his nose was bleeding, and his mouth was bleeding. This slap Xiong Baizhou didn't even keep his hand!

Why should he keep his back?

Xiong Baizhou always has a bottom line when doing things. He can apologize, apologize, or even be low and small;

But under the bottom line, he will overturn the table and kill people!!!

So this slap has nothing to do with the other person's age, nor with the other person's gender, and of course it has nothing to do with the identity of a foreigner.

Xiong Baizhou is just a parent whose children are bullied!

"Ao!"

The Korean woman finally reacted and suddenly rushed towards Xiong Baizhou like crazy.

"Bang!"

With another sound, Xiong Baizhou slapped the fierce Korean woman without any effort, and directly slapped the fierce Korean woman to the window.

With a "" sound, the glass shattered.

After a Korean woman finally recovered from deafness and tinnitus, her face was covered with thick blood when she touched her face.

"Woo, woo, woo"

She finally started to cry, and knew she was scared, with her hair disheveled and blood hanging on her eyelids.

The Korean woman never expected that the people of this "lowly and inferior" country would have the courage to wave to her. She took out her cell phone tremblingly while crawling to her fat son to see his situation.

It was time for get out of class to finish, and the sound of shattering glass alarmed the students in the corridor and the other teachers next door. They surrounded Li Xueqi's office, staring at the fragmented glass and the messy ground, all of them were stunned.

Some people also responded quickly, so they quickly went back to the office to call the school security guard.

Xiong Baizhou looked at his palms that were red from force and walked towards the Korean woman step by step.

This time, the Korean woman was really panicked, and the horror in her eyes was revealed without any concealment, but she didn't have the strength to stand up now, so she could only crawl towards the door with her fat son in her arms.

Finally, when Xiong Baizhou came to them, the Korean woman crawled out of the door. She cried and called for help from the people around her, but no one stepped forward.

They are all Chinese and don't understand Korean.

Xiong Baizhou also walked out, and the Korean woman continued to retreat, but Xiong Baizhou did not take action this time.

Just walked up to her, grabbed the hair of the Korean student who had fainted, pressed his fat face on his leather shoes, and carefully wiped the dense spit of Zhou Zhou.

The crowd in the corridor was quiet, and even the school security guards who were running fast were standing there.

The Chinese pull the Koreans' faces and polish their shoes!

This scene was firmly engraved in the minds of these students, accompanied by the helpless cry of Korean women, and the welcome slogans that are usually very common in the corridor.

“Welcome to China.”

Bright, dazzling, and dazzling.

"Dingling"

Xiong Baizhou wiped his leather shoes, and suddenly the phone called, and it was Zhao Yeming's.

"What's up?"

"Where are you now? I just went to Yang Qishan's house. Suddenly, how is the situation now?"

"She was beaten, I'm dealing with it, maybe someone is going to die."

Zhao Yeming was silent on the other side of the phone for a while.

"Leave it to me, I'll be here soon!"
Chapter completed!