Ye Qiu's icy words sent a chill down Schiller's spine, he was in a frenzy!

His gaze darted around, suddenly he saw a large bag in James's arms. Earlier, he saw it filled with money. Originally, he was wary of Americans a bit, but now, at a life and death moment, he couldn't care less!

"You, give me your bag!" Schiller was not so polite when facing James, his tone was completely cold and faintly carried a murderous intent. If it weren't for this guy saying Ye Qiu was a Chinese millionaire, he wouldn't have offended Ye Qiu.

"Sir, we are Americans, we've already paid the ransom, you can't do this." The fifty thousand US Dollars were most of James's assets. Daring to venture here for business, James was not truly a wealthy man.

"Damn American!" Thinking of being fooled by James, Schiller's face turned fierce, with a bang, he shot James directly in the thigh.

James lay on the ground screaming, the bag in his hand already snatched by Schiller.

Ye Qiu watched all of this coldly, unmoved, only saying lightly: "Two minutes left."

Schiller panicked, asked: "Damn American pig, how much money is in there?"

"Forty-eight thousand US Dollars." Facing the cold muzzle, James didn't dare to not answer.

"Not enough, damn it." Schiller almost jumped up in his anxiety.

Schiller suddenly noticed several large rings on James's hand, and directly ordered: "Take all of these things off, and you American pigs, hand over all your money, hurry up!"

Under Schiller's command, those Americans had no choice but to hand over all the money on them, even taking off all valuable things including watches and necklaces.

Ye Qiu coldly said: "One minute left."

"Hurry up, hurry up, you stupid American pigs!" Schiller's face was covered in sweat, but at this time, a ring on James's hand got stuck.

Schiller was impatient and slashed directly.

James screamed in pain, his voice filled with agony, fear, and deep regret, regretting offending Ye Qiu. Otherwise, at this moment, he might have been under his protection...

Schiller swiftly took off the rings on the severed finger, packing all the jewelry and cash together, handing it to Ye Qiu: "Chinese hero, this should be enough for fifty thousand US Dollars."

"Get lost!" Ye Qiu didn't even look and directly said a word.

This merciless word sounded like heavenly music in Schiller's ears, he hastily led his startled subordinates, quickly retreating, within half a minute, everyone was gone without a trace.

"Long live China!"

"Chinese martial arts are the best!"

After Schiller left, more than twenty Chinese people stood up together, all shouting in unison, they could no longer suppress their inner excitement.

If they were not in a foreign country, they would not feel such foreign indifference, especially during a disaster, that helplessness, that confusion, made all Chinese compatriots' hearts ache!

But at this moment, Ye Qiu used Chinese martial arts to turn the tide single-handedly, defeating all the criminals, thoroughly igniting their patriotic fervor.

All fellow countrymen were proud to be Chinese!

Proud to be Chinese!

China is the best!

In the crowd, there was only one Chinese person who couldn't be happy, and that was Qin Hao. He originally thought paying a thousand in ransom to escape was lucky, which made him insanely envious of American citizenship. But now, he not only lost two thousand US Dollars, but even the fake Rolex on him was taken, leaving him penniless.

Looking at a group of Chinese compatriots who didn't suffer any loss, he was on the verge of tears!

There were others from all over the world in this hotel; at this moment, they deeply felt China's strength and the might of Chinese martial arts. Surely, this scene, they will never forget!

After Schiller and the others escaped, it was only a few minutes until the sound of dense footsteps was heard again.

Tap tap tap...

The sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor came, rows of well-trained black soldiers gathered at the hotel entrance.

Although many of these soldiers had faces full of grime, and their clothes were quite tattered, their mental state was much better than Schiller's people; it was clear, they were an elite force!

"Everyone here, squat down for an inspection!"

A commanding black soldier walked in, standing in the center of the hall, his cold gaze sweeping over everyone in the hotel.

They were regular soldiers of Linfeng, just receiving a call for help from the hotel while countering Moha's ambush.

After repelling Moha, they hurried over, as this five-star hotel was an important source of income for them, it couldn't be lost.

"Dear guests, we are just conducting a routine inspection for spies. As long as you cooperate, we won't harm you." The black commander's voice remained cold.

At this moment, from under the hotel's front desk, a black man hurried out, rushing over, speaking with the black commander, occasionally pointing to Ye Qiu and gesturing, clearly looking at Ye Qiu with admiration!

"You're talking about Chinese Kungfu?" the black commander had a look of surprise, but then disdain: "You must have been watching too many movies, Henry!"

At this time, the black soldier closest to Ye Qiu apparently also overheard the conversation between his commander and the hotel manager, he couldn't help but say jokingly: "Hey, Chinese boy, I heard you know Chinese Kungfu? Can you show me a performance?"

The black soldier's words obviously caught the attention of the other soldiers, they all turned their heads with interest, watching Ye Qiu.

In their memory, or rather in the eyes of most Africans, Chinese people were seen as a race with poor physical qualities. This was well illustrated in soccer, if they didn't see it with their own eyes, they wouldn't believe the deceptive talk about Chinese Kungfu!

Ye Qiu coldly glanced at the soldier, didn't speak, and slowly stepped forward, walking to the staircase handrail.

The five-star hotel's decor was exceedingly luxurious, with the staircase handrails made entirely of solid steel, yet, under Ye Qiu's mere squeeze, only cracking sounds were heard continuously.

"Creak creak..."

The piercing sound of metal being pressed and twisted transmitted into the ears of each black soldier, their expressions instantly became quite spectacular...

"Snap!"

With a crisp sound, what a chainsaw could cut through the staircase handrail, Ye Qiu casually tore it apart, as if he was tearing through a piece of paper.

But it didn't stop there, Ye Qiu casually threw it.

Whoosh!

The steel piece drew a trajectory that was hard for the eye to follow, smashing directly into a crystal chandelier in the hotel's lobby.

With a bang, it exploded.

All the soldiers were startled, seeing the chandelier crash down to the ground, shattering loudly...

The black commander's expression was stuck, his mouth hung wide, forgetting to close it for a long time.

"Get lost! Don't bother me again!"

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