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Chapter 35 I speak for the Chinese
Bruce walked across the street corner, his large windbreaker was supported by his muscular body, making him look slender and tall. He was leaning on a civilized stick, which was popular in this year, and Bruce also took one.But he prefers crutches with Chinese civilization, such as dragon head crutches.

Some new projects have begun to be built in Manhattan. This is the start of Bruce’s industry. Not only his project, but also one side is said to have been sold to a businessman to build an industrial park. To be honest, in Manhattan Buying land to build an industrial park is also a wonderful person.

Bruce had dinner in a restaurant just now, and now he was driving his own car. To be honest, he was not used to driving classic cars, so all his cars were special products from Ford, which belonged to that kind of concept version, what kind of later generations? Ferrari, Lamborghini, Chevrolet, Brady Veyron and the like, Bruce has copied a lot of appearances, and of course Ford's Aston Martin, and Maserati, a model known as the queen of sports cars, are also indispensable.

Of course, most of these companies have not yet been established. Even earlier ones, like Maserati, were only established in 1914 and are now producing classic cars.

So Bruce didn't have the slightest sense of guilt!Directly plagiarized countless body design drawings, which made Ford more dependent on him. Not only did he become the chief designer, but his shares also increased by [-]%.

This time Bruce drove a Porsche model, which was quite eye-catching.Just like now, he saw a group of people surrounding his car from a long distance, pointing and pointing.

But when he was about to drive, he heard a burst of cursing: "You yellow-skinned monkey, remember, if I don't see the money tonight, then your little daughter will go to work in my restaurant to pay off the debt!"

"Boss, please, I really have no money! My daughter is still young!" Another voice begged, but it was of no avail.

"Small...just be small! Don't think about running away. A buddy of mine is doing very well in Manhattan. He will help me keep an eye on you. If you don't want to see the sun tomorrow, you can try..."

"Who are you... Don't come here! Kid, this is a private territory!" Bruce frowned slightly when he heard Huang Pi's words, then turned around and walked into the alley.

But as soon as he reached the entrance of the alley, the two white guys who were in charge of releasing the wind stepped forward to stop him!This made Bruce even more upset.Without listening to the yelling of these two guys, he walked quickly towards the alley.

"Boy, you asked for it!" Two tall and strong white guys rushed over and attacked Bruce with their fists.

"Looking for death!" Bruce was angry. He had cultivated himself well over the years, but he would never tolerate anything that touched the bottom line of his heart!Just like the two words he heard at this time!

"Boy, you don't know good from bad!" A fat white man walked out from the alley, his body was as big as a ball.But wearing a suit, he looks like a successful capitalist.Seeing Bruce, he immediately shouted: "Come on, someone is making trouble here!"

"Here we come! Someone dares to come and make trouble, brothers and sisters!" The voice of a group of people came from the restaurant across the street, and a group of people rushed out.

Bruce turned sideways, avoiding the fist of a rushing guy, then reached out and grabbed his wrist directly, and twisted it!
There was a crisp sound of "click", as if a piece of lettuce had been broken, the man's arms were folded in half, and then there was a miserable howl.

"Ah..." The yelling white man was kicked away by Bruce, and then he kicked directly at the second person. The pointed leather shoes on his feet were polished shiny, reflecting the two yellowed teeth. Out of the opponent's mouth.

"Hit me... I'll be the one who kills me!" The fat boss yelled, "Whoever hits well will give him five hundred dollars!"

This shows how low the status of the Chinese is. A white man pays five hundred dollars for a beating, while a Chinese only gets five dollars for a day's work.

"You people, it's a crime to be blatantly racist!" Bruce said, not caring about being surrounded by a large crowd.

"Crime? NONONO... We are not a crime, and since when did we discriminate? There are no black people here! And man, you should worry about your own safety first! You are very good at fighting, but I have many people!" The fat man laughed Said.

"In this case, then let me speak out for those yellow people who have heard from you. Remember, my name is Bruce Wayne!" After Bruce finished speaking, he lifted the hem of the windbreaker, and then kicked, Borrowing strength from the wall, the whole person turned 360 degrees in mid-air, kicked out sharp big feet continuously, and kicked towards those who surrounded him.

With every step, a person will be kicked away, and even a bunch of people behind him will be taken away.After a circle, only Bruce and the fat man were still standing, while a group of people with sticks in their hands all lay down.

"It's impossible!" Fatty panicked!

"Nothing is impossible, remember, I speak for these Chinese, you wait for my lawyer's subpoena! And the restaurant opposite is yours, from now on Bat Manor and the partners of Bat Manor will not be with you again Your restaurant cooperates!" Bruce said, walking into the alley.

In the alley, a man of yellow race was squatting on the edge of the alley. The puddle in front of him was already stained red with blood, and drops of blood were still dripping between the fingers of his hands.

"Brother, wipe!" Bruce took out a tissue from the bag of the windbreaker, and handed it over, speaking his mother tongue that he hadn't spoken for many years but never forgot.

"Thank you!" Huang Hansheng subconsciously replied in Chinese, and then took the tissue and found that there was a tall white man standing beside him.

"Sir, you can speak Chinese!" Huang Hansheng said in surprise, it was the first time he saw Wai Guoren speak Chinese abroad.And said it so well.

"Don't call me sir, just call me brother! In your country, sir is an honorary title, only teachers can be called sir, right?" Bruce said.

"You know so much! You are the best Chinese-speaking foreigner I have ever met!" Huang Hansheng replied.

"I've always liked that country, the Great Wall, the Forbidden City, the Dunhuang Grottoes, the West Lake, and so many things, I like them all!" Bruce said, he wanted to visit China in this world, but now it seems that it's not the time Well, it was not easy for foreigners in that country during this period, and the Chinese people who suffered a disadvantage were not without resentment.

(End of this chapter)