Chapter 82 Interesting

Chapter 82 Interesting

Chapter 82 Interesting
Because Wilder was wearing camouflage uniform, there was no sign of his military rank on his body, so An Rushong didn't know his identity. But from the tone of his voice, he seemed more confident than Gracie before.

"Mr. Wilder, everything that happened tonight was just a misunderstanding," An Rusong said as he shook hands with the other party. "I don't take it to heart."

"Thank you, I owe you one," Wilder shook his hand vigorously, then turned to Mike and said, "Mike, don't be so serious, I'm not anyone's lobbyist, it's just..."

He turned around, pointed toward the entrance of the bar, and said, "I also invested some money in this. You know, my expenses are quite high, and my salary is not very generous."

Mike's face looked a little ugly. He said, "So you are not only a lobbyist, but also a fellow traveler of that black man."

"Hey, Mike," Wilder put his arm around his shoulders and shook him vigorously, then said, "I can swear to you that I have nothing to do with that stupid guy. I just invested some money here, but never participated in the operation here. If Gracie hadn't told me today, I wouldn't know what happened here."

He circled in front of Mike, got close to An Rushong, and put his arm around An Rushong's shoulder. Then, he pushed the two of them toward the door of the bar and said, "Look, I came here right after receiving Gracie's call. I've already taught that idiot a lesson. Like I said just now, if An is not satisfied with this, he can fight back later."

When he finished saying this, he had already pushed An Rushong and the other person into the bar.

Entering from the main entrance of the bar, there is a screen wall covered with graffiti. After passing this screen wall, there is a hall with quite classical decoration. The bar is located on the far right side of the hall, which is a corner.

Because the restaurant was closed, there were not many people in the entire hall. There were only a few foreigners wearing the same camouflage uniforms as Wilder, standing by the bar drinking. At a booth not far from the bar, Gracie, Song Riya and Thomson were sitting there, talking in low voices.

Seeing the three people walking in from outside the bar, Thomson and the others stood up and walked quickly towards them.

"Mike," Thomson spoke first. He walked to Mike's side, took his arm, led him away from the crowd, and walked aside for a private chat.

Song Ruya and Gracie walked up to An Rusong, and the former bowed deeply to him and said, "I'm very sorry, Mr. An, what happened tonight has caused you trouble. It's all my fault. I hope you can forgive me."

After she finished speaking, Gracie waved to the people at the bar.

The men bent down and helped a burly man up from the ground.

The sturdy man should be the black man from before, but now he has been beaten beyond recognition. His face is covered in blood, and his eye sockets, cheeks, and lips are all swollen like bread.

To be honest, it was difficult for An Rushong to recognize whether this guy was the black man from before. He could only see the similarities from the other party's body shape. In addition, this guy had a tattoo of the Virgin Mary on his arm, which he had also seen on the big guy before.

An Rushong knew that the reason why the big guy was beaten so badly was not because he offended him, but because he provoked Mike.

In other words, if it weren't for Mike, he would have never gotten any justice for the punch he received today. If he dared to say any more nonsense, he might have been beaten even worse.

Don't forget, those American soldiers dared to force themselves on even Korean female police officers, and the key point is that they committed crimes but nothing happened to them. At most, they were sent back to the United States.

Therefore, everything that happened today is telling An Rushong one thing, that is, if you want to live comfortably in South Korea, you must be rich and powerful. If you want to live comfortably and worry-free, it is best to cling to the Americans.

That's America. For a Korean, is there anything shameful in kneeling down and licking America?
"Mr. An, we have already punished the person who attacked you," Song Ruya continued. "In addition, he will leave Korea overnight and return to his hometown in Africa. Of course, if you are not satisfied, we can also make him disappear forever."

Although this woman looks gentle and lovely, and resembles Han Ga-in, the words that come out of her mouth are bloody and chilling.

After all, it was impossible that the black man made the rule that Korean men were not allowed to enter the bar. He was just a lackey. The only wrong thing he did today was to provoke Mike and then try to attack Mike.

If he hadn't offended the wrong person, this black guy might have become an excellent employee of the bar. But now, he has become the scapegoat pushed out by the bar. Not only will he be beaten half to death, but he will also be ruthlessly abandoned like a bag of garbage.

Of course, An Rusong would not sympathize with the other party. To some extent, he was actually a racist and he also discriminated against black people. However, he discriminated against black people not because of their skin color, but because of the discrimination of black people against yellow people.

These black people suffer discrimination from white people, but they turn around and discriminate against Asian people. Just based on this point, they have no face to bring up the issue of racial discrimination.

Just like today, if this black man had not chosen to push An Rushong right away, but had politely stopped him and told him the rules of the bar, how could Mike have had a conflict with him?
So, every sip and every bite was caused by him, and he couldn't blame anyone else. If An Rusong really had to choose, he would really choose to make this black man disappear forever.

However, at this time, Mike, who had been chatting privately with Thomson, also came back. As a magnanimous gentleman, An Rushong naturally had to maintain his own personality.

"There's no need to be so harsh, Ms. Song," An Rushong said, frowning as if not noticing Mike approaching. "This black friend is just doing his duty. I..."

"I think this is a good deal for him," Mike interrupted him, "If it were up to me, he would have to go to jail for at least two years."

After saying this, he put his hand on An Rusong's shoulder, signaling him not to express his opinion. Then, he looked at Lawyer Thomson and said, "Thomson, tell them my opinion."

"Ms. Song," Thomson nodded and said, "Mr. Mike is willing to accept your settlement request. He can also choose not to sue your employees, but as compensation, the amount of compensation you pay should be doubled on the basis of $5."

5 plus double that would be 10 dollars, which is a lot of money. To be honest, even if this case was filed in the United States, the judge would not rule like this. At least in An Rusong's opinion, Mike was asking for too much.

Sure enough, after hearing this number, Song Ruiya frowned. Wilder, who was standing aside, smiled bitterly and said, "Mike, is your appetite too big?"

"Wilder, you should know that I have saved your face," Mike said expressionlessly.

This was a bit impolite. An Rusong thought Wilder would get angry, but he just shrugged and said to Song Ruiya, "Okay, we accept it."

He turned around, pressed down An Rusong's other shoulder, and said with a smile, "Well, after all, today's mistake was ours, and An was wronged."

Do you agree now?
An Rushong was really surprised. This was 10 US dollars, not 10 Korean won. The latter was just two pieces of paper, while the former was a car, and a good car at that.

While he was surprised, he became more curious about Mike's identity. An Rusong was sure that Han Meiyan's investigation of Mike's identity was definitely incomplete, otherwise, Mike would not be so familiar with American military officers stationed in South Korea like Wilder and Gracie, and it would be even more impossible for him to get along with them in such an attitude.

Could it be that Mike is actually a spy? This is impossible. His simple character means that he cannot do such complicated work.

The boss, Song Ruya, obviously listened to Wilder's words. After hearing what he said, she didn't hesitate at all. She just bowed slightly to Mike and turned away.

"Well, Mike, we have reached a consensus again," Wilder clapped his hands and smiled after the woman left. "So, should we have a drink next?"

Mike didn't make his own decision. He turned his head and looked at An Rushong, as if asking for his opinion.

"Come on, Ann," Wilder saw what he meant and directly put his arm around An Rusong's shoulders and said, "You are Mike's friend, and you are my friend. You can rest assured that from now on, as long as you come to Stars & Stripes Bar, all expenses will be on me."

After saying that, he pushed the two of them towards the bar.

Several soldiers who were originally standing near the bar immediately lifted up the black man and dragged him towards the back door like a dead dog. Even the bloodstains on the ground were quickly wiped clean by someone.

The three men took their seats at the bar, while Major Gracie went around to the bar and temporarily assumed the role of bartender.

Sitting at the bar, An Rushong looked at Major Gracie who was busy at the bar, then looked at Wilder who was sitting next to him, and his mind was thinking about the situation of the US troops stationed in South Korea.

Gracie is a major, and he is a serving officer in Camp Walker, so this Wilder may be a lieutenant colonel.

According to the military rank rules of the US military, Gracie, as a major, would most likely be a staff officer or deputy battalion commander of the Walker Battalion. If he was a little worse, he might even be a company commander. Wilder, as a lieutenant colonel, might be the battalion commander of the Walker Battalion. If so, his authority would be quite significant.

(End of this chapter)