1259. Threats
"Heh, just because the tiger doesn't show its claws, you think I'm HelloKitty?"
Translator Xiaolin clapped his hands and pulled his foot back.
He was the one who'd thrown the punch, not Li Bai.
"Good job!"
Li Bai gave him a thumbs-up.
"That took no skill at all. I'm so mad I could scream."
Translator Xiaolin was thoroughly disgusted by the other side's clumsy attempt to frame him.
"Could someone call the police?"
Li Bai figured it would be better to leave this to the professionals.
As soon as Xiaolin finished translating, the onlookers scattered like birds and beasts. Not a single person stayed behind to call the police.
Even the man Xiaolin had kicked away rolled through the muddy water in the corridor, struggled to his feet, then staggered off in a miserable retreat.
Only the three Black men remained. They'd just tried to force their way into the pair's guest room and frame them using the phones on the floor. They kept scratching themselves frantically, even rolling around on the ground until their clothes were torn.
"T-they...?"
Translator Xiaolin turned to Li Bai, his face full of disbelief.
These people didn't have a shred of courage.
He was fluent in Somali, but he didn't understand the local customs and ways of life.
Letting people down at a crucial moment was just standard practice for the black uncles.
"It's human nature. You'll get used to it."
Li Bai shrugged, not surprised in the least.
During his time on the African Continent, he'd seen these local black men behave shamelessly more than once.
"What should we do with them?"
Xiaolin pointed at the three Black men, who were still scratching themselves frantically. By now, they were covered in blood. If they kept at it for another half hour,