Sun Yating, who had rushed over after hearing the news, only saw Chef Qin's retreating figure before he was put into a car.
Female Hooligan was furious. She stepped aside to make a call, but no matter how she negotiated with the other party, that middle-aged white man seemed extremely impatient.
Sitting in the car, Qin Fen looked out at Chamonix in the darkness and felt utterly frustrated. What the hell was this? But he couldn't exactly go head-to-head with law enforcement. At least for now, they hadn't done anything blatantly wrong.
In the police car ahead, the woman looked at her superior. "Xia Keli, isn't this a little inappropriate? They're tourists, after all. They're the victims!"
Xia Keli shook his head. "These people may indeed be tourists, but they're also the source of all this chaos! They need to be warned. Haven't Easterners caused enough trouble after drinking at night abroad? Besides, he did go too far today. Since the police were called, the matter should have been left to us instead of being handled with his own fists."
"Do you know that the people he beat were French citizens?" That was the real point. Xia Keli was an old-fashioned Frenchman. To put it bluntly, he took pride in his country, which was not a bad thing in itself. The problem was that the world's understanding of Easterners, especially Chinese people, remained rather shallow and stuck in an outdated era.
Coupled with all the messy movies from the United States, China appeared backward, poor, crude, and inferior in their eyes. Of course, not everyone thought that way, but plenty did.
And with the global economy in decline, Europe was in dire straits, while Chinese people alone were waving cash around all over the world. To the locals, that was