"The USA is unconquerable!"
The green-eyed foreigner shouted at Ye Feng's retreating figure, even waving his fist threateningly as if to attract Ye Feng's attention, so he would turn around and engage in a confrontation with him.
But as he raised his arm, it was held down by the high-nosed foreigner.
"Consul sir, why are you stopping me? He's insulting our country!" the green-eyed foreigner protested as he turned to look at the high-nosed foreigner. But with a glance, his gaze became somewhat stunned, and he asked in confusion, "Consul, what's wrong with you?"
In just those few short seconds, the consul's face, which bore the standard Anglo-Saxon liver-pink hue, had turned ashen, and his forehead and the tip of his nose were covered with beads of cold sweat as large as beans.
"It was you who insulted his country first, so he retaliated against you."