Chapter 80 Major?

Chapter 80 Major?

Chapter 80 Major?

An Rushong struggled to get up from the ground and rubbed his face. The place where he was punched felt like it was pricked by a needle. It hurt with the slightest touch, and his cheek was obviously swollen.

In addition, he also felt a little dizzy, but it shouldn't be a big problem.

"I should be fine, Mike," An Rushong was very magnanimous. Even though he wanted to sink that man to the bottom of the Han River at this moment, in front of Mike, in such a public occasion, he had to appear tolerant and vulnerable. After all, people who appear vulnerable are more likely to gain public sympathy.

Sure enough, after he said this, Mike seemed even angrier. He stared at An Rushong's face, which was obviously red and swollen. His face, which was already red due to anger, became even uglier.

This time he didn't make a fuss and just lowered his head to his phone.

He was obviously calling someone, but the other party didn't seem to answer. Mike hung up angrily and then called another one.

At this time, the noise outside the bar had attracted passers-by. A foreigner wearing a dark green tight short-sleeved T-shirt and holding a young girl in his arms seemed to recognize Mike. He squeezed in from the outside of the crowd and said in surprise: "Hey, Mike, are you in trouble?"

Mike glanced at the other person and was about to say something when the number he dialed on his phone was connected at this moment.

He didn't bother to talk to the other party anymore, just waved at him, then put the phone to his ear and said loudly: "Thomson, I don't care what you are doing now, get to Stars & Stripes Bar on the inner street of Itaewon immediately."

"Thomson" on the other end of the phone seemed to say something, and Mike said, "Yes, that's right, someone beat me up, oh, beat my friend, and also caused harm to me. No, no, no, it was a black man!"

"Thomson" should be a lawyer or something like that. He might have felt that it was inappropriate for Mike to use such a term that was obviously racist, so he advised him against it on the phone.

But Mike was furious at the moment. He shouted into the phone, "Fuck racism! This guy discriminated against me first. I'm going to sue him and this damn bar as well!"

Perhaps sensing his anger, "Thomson" did not try to persuade him any further. He agreed to come over immediately.

"Okay, I'll wait for you here," Mike said finally and hung up the phone.

The burly black man blocking the door obviously realized that he was in trouble. Even though Mike continued to attack him with words while on the phone, he remained restrained and did not take action again.

"Hey, Mike, what's going on?" Just as Mike hung up the phone, the foreigner in the dark green T-shirt came over.

An Rusong looked at him, and the first impression that came to his mind was that this guy was very strong. The tight T-shirt was wrapped tightly around his body, highlighting his two plate-like chest muscles. The two arms exposed outside the short sleeves were also muscular, and they looked full of strength.

The woman following the foreigner was a petite Asian girl with average looks. If nothing unexpected happened, she should be a Korean.

"This guy," Mike put his phone in his pocket, supported An Rusong's arm with his right hand, pointed at the burly black man with his left hand, and said, "He not only humiliated me, but also attacked my friend. I want to sue him and this damn bar."

After saying this, he turned his head and looked at An Rusong, saying, "An, the wound on your face is very serious, and your head is not feeling well. In addition, that guy's racial discrimination against you has also seriously hurt your emotions. When Lawyer Thomson comes, you must tell him everything clearly."

"It's not that serious, Mike," An Rushong didn't dare to touch the wound on his face. He just smiled and said.

"No, no, no, it's very serious," Mike said with a serious expression. "Ann, your tolerance is admirable, but you have to understand that some people don't deserve your tolerance. When they provoke you, you must fight back fiercely. This way, you can teach them a lesson."

As he said this, he glanced at the burly black man with disdain: "Don't worry, my lawyer will make him bankrupt."

The foreigner standing next to him looked at An Rushong curiously, as if he really wanted to know who this yellow-skinned boy was and why Mike could protect him so much.

"Mike, won't you introduce him to us?" After Mike finished speaking, the foreigner interrupted and said with a smile.

"Oh, this is my friend, Ann," Mike seemed to keep a distance from the other party deliberately. After the foreigner made the request, he just said perfunctorily, "Ann, this is Gracie."

An Rushong extended his hand to the other party with a smile on his face. His attitude was also rather reserved. After all, Mike didn't seem to like this person.

"Hello, I'm An Rusong," An Rusong introduced himself after shaking hands with the other party. "Hello, Gracie Bichir," Gracie also introduced himself. After saying his name, he also said, "I'm currently serving in Camp Walker with the rank of major."

An Rushong's hand froze for a moment.

Well, as a major of Camp Walker stationed at Yongsan Base, this identity is probably considered very impressive in the eyes of most Koreans.

But the reason why An Rushong's hands froze was not because of the other party's identity, but because of his temper - for a simple self-introduction, he had to bring up his position. Is it necessary to be so showy?
Thinking this in his mind, An Rushong glanced at the girl next to the other person again. This girl was probably also seduced by this guy using a similar introduction method, right?
Damn, think about it, these American soldiers are fucking shit. They are stationed in South Korea, doing nothing all day long, but receiving high salaries paid by South Korean taxpayers, sleeping with Korean girls, and looking down on Korean men. Is there any justice in this world?
However, what is even more unfair is that Koreans are proud of this.

Of course, An Rushong was too lazy to speak up for the Koreans. On the contrary, he found Major Gracie very interesting. With his showy personality, it should be easy to bribe him, right?
Just as he was thinking this, Mike at the side spoke. He moved closer to An Rusong and said in a low voice, "An, you have to stay away from this guy. He is not only a racist, but also a human seed drill. His only hobby is sleeping with women, sleeping with all kinds of women, from the Philippines to South Korea, and it has always been like this."

He seemed to be whispering to An Rushong, but his voice was not quiet at all. At least, Gracie could definitely hear it clearly.

Most importantly, he accused someone of being a racist, but completely forgot what he had just called the big black man.

"Ding Ding! Mike, I heard it all!" However, Gracie was not angry at all, he was even in the mood to make a joke.

But Mike ignored him and just snorted in response.

An Rushong also realized that the relationship between the two should be very good, but Mike probably couldn't stand some of Gracie's behavior, so he was unwilling to pay attention to him.

At this moment, the glass door behind the burly black man was opened from the inside, and a woman in a black dress walked out of the glass door.

The woman was very tall, at least 1.76 or 1.77 meters tall. She had long straight hair that fell past her shoulders and her facial features were delicate and soft, giving people a particularly gentle feeling.

"Hey, Gracie," the woman obviously knew Gracie. After she walked out of the store, she first greeted the other party, and then turned to look at the burly black man standing at the door.

Gracie didn't say anything. He just smiled at the other person and then said to Mike, "Mike, let me introduce you. This is Song, Song Ruiya. She is the owner of Stars & Stripes Bar."

The woman was listening to the burly black man explaining what had just happened. After hearing Gracie's words, she smiled gently at Mike and then stretched out her hand.

Originally, Mike was still curious about the identity of this woman, but after listening to Gracie's introduction, the expression on his face suddenly sank, and he ignored the hand that the woman extended.

"Riya, this is Mike, Mike Justin," Gracie pretended not to see anything and continued to introduce, "Costco Korea headquarters' chief financial officer."

After that, he looked at An Rusong again and said, "This is Mr. An Rusong, Mike's good friend."

Despite Mike's rude treatment, the smile on Song Ruya's face did not fade at all. She turned and extended her hand to An Rushong.

An Rushong naturally wanted to maintain the same position as Mike, so he did not shake hands with the other party. However, unlike Mike, although he did not shake hands with the other party, he bowed politely.

"Mike, Ms. Song Ruiya's husband is Captain Yes Clifford," Gracie continued, noting that the atmosphere was a little awkward. "He died in a car accident two years ago."

"Do you mean that this Ms. Song is the survivor of an American soldier?" Mike glanced at Song Ruiya and said.

"Yes, Mike, it's absolutely true," Gracie said.

"So, does this mean that the families of American soldiers can discriminate against others or even use violence against them?" Mike asked immediately.

"Oh" Gracie was speechless. He just wanted to reconcile the conflict between the two parties, but he never thought of causing a conflict with either party.

"Mr. Mike," Song Ruya also finished listening to the burly black man's story at this time. She smiled and said, "I have roughly understood what happened. This is indeed our fault. We are willing to bear all the corresponding responsibilities."

(End of this chapter)