Another hundred-dollar one, please.
"Stop!"
"Stop!"
Someone was shouting, and there was more than one of them. They were coming from both sides.
One was Maxim, who had just left. The other was Luan Zhengwei, who had jogged back.
Then the two of them stared at the Indians and Russians sprawled all over the ground, both looking stunned.
They'd completely ignored the Indians, but where had all these extra Russians come from? They were scattered everywhere, as if they'd been hit by a tornado.
What the hell had happened while they were gone for just a little while?
Was Li Bai cursed or something?
Maxim and Luan Zhengwei each got the story from their own people.
"Xiao Li, what happened? How could you just go and beat up the Russians?"
Beating up the Indians and beating up the Russians were two completely different things. Luan Zhengwei sounded frantic. This was getting serious.
"It wasn't me! It was her!" Li Bai waved his hands and immediately dragged Qingyao Demoness over.
If a demoness did it, let the demoness take responsibility. He wasn't shouldering the blame.
"Xiao Li, do you know what the consequences would be if the Chinese beat up the Russians?"
Luan Zhengwei was still furious. In the blink of an eye, they'd beaten up the Russians. If word got out, who knew what kind of diplomatic incident it might turn into?
Who knew how many people or forces would seize the chance to stir things up?
"The Chinese didn't lay a hand on them!"
Li Bai cried out in protest. He hadn't even had a chance to make a move before the demoness had stepped in.
"How could you not? She's... not Chinese!"
As he spoke, Luan Zhengwei's tone shifted on its own, turning his question into a statement.