"Really not going?"
"Not going!"
Receiving a firm answer from Chen Xiangbei, Briatore shifted his gaze to Liang Chi and the others.
"Liang, are you guys going?"
"Not going!"
The sa decisive answer.
Seeing this scene, Briatore could only shrug helplessly, mutter sothing about how stubborn and rigid everyone was, and then rrily trotted off on his own.
As Briatore left, only a few Chinese mbers were left in the team, so they casually found a roadside stall, soaking in the exotic overseas atmosphere while chatting about past events.
To be honest, Chen Xiangbei hadn’t had a relaxed chat with Uncle Liang and Ah Yong for a long ti. He vaguely rembered the last similar scene was at the Huasi Sports Base in East Sea.
Recalling the past, there’s a sense of wistfulness.
But just as the few of them hadn’t been reminiscing for long, they saw Briatore hurriedly running out of a "Japanese-style" bar, followed by a group of burly n who might have been bodyguards or bouncers.
Behind them was a man in a suit holding his head, blood seeping through his fingers.
"Bei, co on~~!"
Seeing Chen Xiangbei and the others sitting by the roadside, Briatore looked as if he’d found a lifeline and quickly gestured to them.
"Brother Bei, did the manager get into trouble?"
Seeing this scene, Ah Yong was still a bit confused and asked Chen Xiangbei.
"Yeah."
Chen Xiangbei nodded, imdiately getting up to et him.
Though Briatore wasn’t the best person, in the end, he was one of their own, that much was undeniable.
Chen Xiangbei quickly stepped forward to stand in front of Briatore, directly confronting the crowd of burly n chasing after him. Seeing this, Liang Chi and the others were not to be outdone and moved closer to form a flanking formation.
"Manager, what happened?"
Seizing the mont during the standoff, Chen Xiangbei slightly turned his head and asked.
"Tried to pick up won."
Briatore unabashedly answered, almost causing Chen Xiangbei to faint on the spot.
Historically speaking, Hamilton’s bar incident involved snatching the seat reserved by the Lotus Team boss’s girlfriend while celebrating a race win.
Unexpectedly, Briatore managed to stir up a woman-related incident while drinking. Hasn’t the historical trajectory changed sohow?
There was no ti for Chen Xiangbei to ponder, as the suit-wearing man holding his head ca up to them. Seeing that Chen Xiangbei and the others were sturdy and not as easy to bully as the old Foxy Briatore, he started babbling in Korean.
But the problem was that Chen Xiangbei couldn’t understand!
Ah Yong beside him couldn’t contain himself, asking Chen Xiangbei, "Brother Bei, what’s this guy saying?"
Ah Yong said this in Chinese, and even though the Korean didn’t know what it ant, it was obvious what language it was.
The suit man’s face changed, cursing with an extrely disdainful expression, "Aish, shopkeeper!"
Just like learning a foreign language, the first thing you beco familiar with and rember is often the swear words.
Although Chen Xiangbei didn’t understand Korean, he roughly knew what that ant.
Originally, he was planning to reason with the guy, get to the bottom of things.
No need anymore.
The basic nature of a racer involves fiery tempers and a fondness for daring confrontations, only forcibly suppressed by reason, maintaining a calm mind and precise control.
No longer constrained by the rules of competition, and coupled with Chen Xiangbei’s general dislike for Koreans, upon hearing the insulting words, he imdiately opted for a "Zero-Fra Start."
He kicked out, and the man flew several ters before he could react, hearing a faint echo in his ear.
"Ani ma! You punk!"
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