Chapter 1025 [1025] Tell me, if this isn’t a slave, then what is it?
The man with gold-framed glasses immediately glared at Ye Feng, "Did you throw this needle?"

Ye Feng did not deny it and nodded directly, "Yes."

The man was furious when he heard this. "You little bastard, you are so bold as to assassinate Mr. Wilson? Are you looking for death?"

Ye Feng stared at him coldly, "I was just trying to stop him from hurting people maliciously. A needle is meant to harm him? Then what does it matter if he hurt so many people?"

The man glanced at the people in the park who were wailing in pain after being hit, and couldn't help but snorted, "So what if they were hit?"

"If you get hurt, we'll pay for your hospitalization. If you die, we'll pay for your funeral. But you murdered Mr. Wilson and caused him to get into an accident. You're dead, you bastard."

He pointed at Ye Feng angrily, his fingers almost poking him in the face.

At this moment, a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed his fingers.

There was a "click" sound, and the finger immediately showed an obvious bend.

"what……"

The man screamed and looked up, only to see an extremely handsome face appear in front of him.

It was Cheng Fei'er who did it. She stared at the man coldly, "I have never seen a Chinese as spineless as you. Helping foreigners to oppress their own compatriots? What a bullshit."

After saying that, she released his fingers and kicked him to the ground.

Ye Feng couldn't help but give her a thumbs up, "Great."

A smug smile flashed across Cheng Feier's pretty face. "Kindness is a good thing, but it should be reserved for good people. For bad people like this, we should be worse than them."

Ye Feng was amused by her words, "Okay, you learn very quickly, thanks to you having a good teacher."

Cheng Feier was a little proud when she heard the first half of the sentence, but she immediately rolled her eyes when she heard the second half.

The two of them were joking here as if no one was around, but everyone around them was already scared.

These people were so arrogant, and they were obviously not good people. How dare these two people attack them? This caused a big trouble.

The foreigner also noticed the situation here and immediately came over.

"Chen, are you okay?" He helped the man with gold-framed glasses up, then turned his head and glared at Ye Feng and the others.

"Mr. Wilson, this guy threw the silver needle..." The man with gold-framed glasses immediately told the foreigner what happened.

After hearing this, Wilson looked at Ye Feng coldly, "Damn Chinese pig, how dare you plot against me? Damn you!"

This foreigner was very tall, about 1.9 meters tall. At this moment, he was like an angry lion, still very intimidating.

If it were anyone else, they would definitely be scared.

But in Ye Feng's eyes, it was like a dog barking, "Are you blind?"

"So many people have been knocked down by you, can't you see? How many more people would you have knocked down if I hadn't stopped you?"

When Wilson heard this, he burst into laughter and said, "I did it on purpose."

"I'm in a bad mood today, so I'm just taking it out on you lowly Chinese pigs. What's the problem?"

When Cheng Feier heard his reason, she was so angry that she laughed, "You are in a bad mood, so you take it out on other people's lives? Do you have any humanity at all?"

Wilson showed sarcasm on his face, "You Chinese are our slaves. The master takes it out on the slaves. Does he need to discuss it with the slaves? Hahaha..."

All the Chinese people present were angered by his words, but they dared not speak out.

Ye Feng stared at him and sneered, "Are you still living a hundred years ago? Are you still dreaming of being a foreigner?" Wilson spread his hands, "Is there any difference between now and before? Do you believe that if I wave my hand, they will kneel down and lick me like a group of dogs?"

Ye Feng sneered, "Just give it a try."

Wilson walked back to the sports car without saying a word, came back with a black cloth bag, unzipped it, and grabbed a handful of bills from it.

"Whoever calls me a foreign sir, the money belongs to him."

As soon as he finished speaking, several people rushed forward and shouted one after another.

"Hello, Mr. Yang..."

"Your Excellency is mighty..."

"Mr. Yang is so domineering..."

They looked like a pack of pugs.

"You guys..." Cheng Feier was immediately angered by this scene.

These people are so spineless that they even throw away their dignity for such a small amount of money.

Ye Feng raised his hand to stop her and looked at those people coldly.

It’s no wonder that others look down on them, because these people look down on themselves.

Wilson threw the handful of money to those people, and they knelt on the ground and picked it up like wild dogs fighting for food.

"Whoever kneels down and kowtows to me will get the money."

Wilson then grabbed a handful of money from his bag and shouted to the people around him.

Immediately, several more people rushed forward and actually knelt down and kowtowed.

"Hahahaha... Tell me, if this isn't a slave, then what is it?"

Wilson looked at Ye Feng and the others with a smug look on his face.

Ye Feng and Cheng Feier looked rather ugly. It was indeed a bit embarrassing to be sabotaged by their own compatriots.

Wilson threw the banknotes in his hand again, stood up and walked to Ye Feng, "As long as you kneel down and call me Sir, all the money in this bag will be yours."

The bag was filled with rice and gold, and there were at least hundreds of thousands of dollars in it, which was enough to make many people give up their dignity.

But Ye Feng sneered with disdain, "Not every Chinese is spineless, you should keep this money to buy a coffin for yourself."

Wilson stared at him intently, "What if I insist on making you kneel?"

Ye Feng looked at him without flinching, "Just try it."

Wilson sneered and threw the cloth bag to the man with glasses behind him, "Since you don't know how to appreciate my kindness, you don't even have the qualifications to be my dog."

"Did you see that car? It's a limited edition Lamborghini, priced at over 10 million. It was destroyed because of your sneak attack on me! Let's talk about compensation now."

The man with gold-rimmed glasses next to him also jumped out, "Not only do you have to compensate for the car, but Mr. Wilson was also injured. I'm afraid he won't be able to work in the near future, and he was also frightened. The loss of work, mental damages, and compensation for the car, all together, will cost at least... 100 million!"

Looking at the way he jumped up and down, he was even more anxious than his master.

This should be the case that the emperor is not anxious, but the eunuch is?

(End of this chapter)