The God of Wealth: The growth journey of the poor white rich beauty

Before Song Tang and the others could react, a huge force surged from the crowd behind them, sending a group of people sprawling and falling. The male singer stopped singing, quickly put down his guitar, and rushed forward with his girlfriend to help the two people who had been knocked down.

Han Jing and Ye Jin were pushed aside, and Song Tang was almost knocked down. Fortunately, Zhao Zihong next to her rescued her and she escaped death. However, the phone in her hand fell to the ground and the screen was broken.

When everyone had stood firm after cursing, they discovered that the people who had bumped into the crowd were a few foreigners.

There was one woman and three men, all tall and strong, especially one black man, whose physique was like a bull. These foreigners reeked of alcohol and had a strong body odor, which made those around them nauseous.

After the four of them squeezed in, they ignored the people around them complaining about them and stood in the middle of the field with an arrogant look on their faces. Lao Hei was still speaking some dirty foreign words, occasionally mixing in a few broken words of Longguo.

After Zhao Zihong helped Song Tang steady himself, he angrily yelled at the foreigners.

"Are you guys freaking sick? Can't you see how many people there are? If you want to squeeze in, go home and squeeze!"

Many of those who were squeezed were also very angry.

However, these foreigners were completely indifferent to the anger of the crowd. Lao Hei stepped forward and picked up the guitar that the male singer had placed on the ground.

"Your Dragon Country song isn't good. You actually clapped your hands."

"I want you to hear what real music is."

Lao Hei took the singer's guitar, spoke arrogantly, and even strummed the strings violently and harshly for a few times.

When the young singer saw how the other party treated his beloved guitar, he rushed forward to take it back, but because of the size difference, he was pushed to the ground by the other party.

His girlfriend hurried forward to help the singer who had fallen down, then turned around and glared at him.

Who would have thought that the black foreigner was not embarrassed at all, but one of the white men came over, said some obscene words, laughed and reached out to pinch the girlfriend's chin.

How could the singer give in now? He pulled his girlfriend behind him and started to fight with the other man. However, the size difference was too big, and he was thrown to the ground by the white man again in a few seconds.

It all happened so quickly that no one reacted until the singer's girlfriend screamed and squatted down again to check if her boyfriend was injured.

"Damn it! In our own country, how can you, a bunch of foreigners, bully us?"

There was a loud shout from the crowd, and several young men came out of the crowd, wanting to attack these foreigners.

But before they could get close, a figure flashed by, causing the crowd to exclaim in surprise. In the blink of an eye, the white foreigner who had just thrown someone down let out a scream and turned into a rolling gourd. He was kicked by someone and rolled back to the feet of his companions.

It was the fierce woman Zhao Zihong who couldn't stand it anymore and took action.

"Good job, girl! Beat these bastards to death." Someone in the crowd cheered.

"Girl, come back quickly. Be careful not to get hurt. These young men are all we need." Some people were also worried about Zhao Zihong.

Song Tang and the other two were dumbfounded. They had been holding Zhao Zihong back just now because they were afraid she would lose her temper. They hadn't expected her to fail.

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"Haha, Johnson, you're such a loser! Get up and see for yourself! You were actually knocked down by a Dragon Country woman."

The burly old black man threw the guitar in his hand aside, walked up to Johnson who was lying on the ground, squatted down and laughed at him.

The foreigner called Johnson stood up angrily and stared fiercely at Zhao Zihong who was not far away.

"Bullshit, she was just sneaking up on me!"

Seeing that the other party was getting angry, Song Tang and others hurried forward to pull Zhao Zihong back.

"Don't be impulsive. My bodyguard is right here. Don't get hurt." Song Tang was still persuading Zhao Zihong. Qiongying and Feng Bo had arrived behind her without her noticing.

Seeing Johnson walking towards them angrily, several other young men who wanted to help were stopped by the black man and another white man.

"Hey, Towns, let's see who can knock down more people today." Lao Hei shouted excitedly.

The foreigner he called "Towns" smiled wryly. What was going on? Looking at his girlfriend, who was looking at him with some concern, Towns shook his head.

"Miss, let Zhao Zihong go up and try. The other two are entangled. This one is just right for Zhao Zihong to try her hand. It won't be a big problem."

Qiongying's words reassured Song Tang a little, while Zhao Zihong was filled with excitement, eager to try. After exchanging a glance with Qiongying and receiving a reassuring look, he took a firm step forward to meet the aggressive Johnson.

Seeing the conflict erupt, the crowd quickly dispersed. Several young men had already started fighting with the two foreigners. The black man who dared to cause trouble was indeed quite skilled, and he actually fought back and forth with the young men.

Tangs was mediating back and forth, but he was also worried that his companion Lao Hei would be injured, and he also had to face the siege of these Dragon people.

As soon as Zhao Zihong approached the opponent, he quickened his pace and rushed forward, throwing a straight punch to Johnson's face.

Johnson, who was originally in high spirits, was frightened. He didn't expect that a girl would dare to attack him. When he turned his head to avoid it, it was too late. Zhao Zihong's fist still hit his cheek, and his face felt hot and painful for a while.

The pain made Johnson instantly furious, and with the alcohol still in his body, he kicked Zhao Zihong's head with a high whip kick with a sound of wind.

The crowd around exclaimed in surprise. They didn't expect that these foreigners actually had some skills.

It was too late to dodge. Facing the whip kick that came through the air, Zhao Zihong raised his arms. "Bang!" With a sound, Zhao Zihong was knocked back two steps.

Regardless of the pain and numbness in his arms, Zhao Zihong took advantage of the opponent's unstable body, stepped forward quickly, and hit the opponent's liver area under the ribs with a hook punch.

With a dull thud, a full-strength punch hit Johnson so hard that he bent over and twisted instantly.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a black shadow appeared before his eyes and Zhao Zihong's right hook punch hit him hard on the jaw.

Johnson only delivered one whip kick in the entire fight without making a sound. His eyes went dark and he fell headfirst to the ground. The moment his head hit the ground, the onlookers felt pain.

The only foreign woman who hadn't spoken a word screamed and ran over to squat down to check on Johnson's condition. Lao Hei and Towns stopped fighting with the guys and ran back.

Now the situation has reversed. Just now it was Johnson who pushed the singer down, but now he is being knocked down by Zhao Zihong.

Qiongying called Zhao Zihong back and gave her an admiring look. Song Tang and the others were concerned about checking Zhao Zihong's forearm.

When Johnson's whip kick landed on Zhao Zihong's arms just now, they all screamed in fright.

Zhao Zihong rolled up her sleeves and showed everyone the reddened area where she had been kicked, indicating that it was not a serious problem. Song Tang and the others checked and confirmed that it was indeed the case, so they let Zhao Zihong go with confidence.

Many onlookers were looking at Zhao Zihong in amazement. Who would have known that such a little girl could be so powerful and knock down such a big foreigner in just a few moves.

At this time, Johnson, who had fallen to the ground and felt a little dizzy, also woke up. Looking at the expressions of his companions and the contemptuous eyes and curses of the people around him, he became angry and embarrassed.

"FUCK!"

With a curse, he pushed away Tang Si who was blocking his way, stood up like an angry bull, and glared at Zhao Zihong.

At the same time, he reached into his trouser pocket, shook it twice, and a shiny folding knife was in his hand.

The knife shines coldly.

What Johnson didn't know was that Ding Sanxi, the last person who pulled out a knife in front of Song Tang, was still unknown whether he was alive or dead.