t this time they were fighting in groups, no different from street gangsters. They surrounded Jacobs, punching and kicking them, and no one was ruthless.
The man on the ground covered his head and rolled around, as if he had some experience of being beaten. At first, Jacobs yelled, but soon the sound disappeared.
Only then did Han Xuan shout: “That’s enough, stop!”
When he came to the middle-aged fat man, he saw his nose bleeding and his face covered with red marks. He said happily: “You really want to hit me. I have never seen anyone like him in the whole United States.” You’re crazy. Try being more arrogant. Why don’t you say anything?”
Han Qianshan saw what happened just now and ran out quickly. Without asking about the reason for the fight, he first asked: “Son! Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere!”
“I’m fine, Dad, he wants to hit me.”
The father who was protecting the cub immediately became angry. He ran over and kicked Jacobs in the stomach, and then kicked him again: “Hit! I let you hit me.” ! My son dares to beat me, must I be tired of living!”
Han Xuan’s jaw almost dropped in shock, and being stunned was not enough to describe his mood at the moment.
From childhood to adulthood, my father Han Qianshan has always been a good man with an indifferent and quiet personality.
If we put him in ancient times, he would be a hermit who planted chrysanthemums at the foot of Nanshan Mountain. He usually wrote poems and played chess. He would also flirt with maids when he had nothing to do, and occasionally went to a brothel to drink a cup of tea.
Now that he saw him beating someone for him, Han Xuan was so moved. He lamented that the pain he had received over the past ten years had not been in
vain. Jacobs groaned in pain on the ground. It was not that he was trying to get in trouble, he was really beaten by the bodyguards. It hurts, but they only attack the rough and fleshy areas.
It’ll hurt, but it won’t cause anything bad to happen to Jacobs.
Now these bodyguards are busy confiscating the cameras of several nearby tourists, pulling out the film, and putting it in the sun for a second to destroy any adverse evidence.
Textual expressions are feeble. If a photo is published in a newspaper or on TV, the scope for imagination is huge. Even the media can say that white things are black.
Passengers walking out of the airport, strangers who came to pick them up, taxi drivers, and airport staff all gathered around to watch the excitement.
After Han Qianshan kicked Jacobs several times, the villain complained first and shouted to the policeman who came to maintain order: “Sir! He wants to attack my son. I suspect he is a kidnapper!”
Some onlookers who could understand English had expressions of sudden realization on their faces. Some recognized Han Xuan. They wanted to tie him up when faced with this fragrant bun. They praised Jacobs for his courage.
Seeing the innocent-looking, red-eyed half-year-old child who was on the verge of tears and obviously frightened, he felt more inclined to think