Seeing the situation, those American customers sampling the cantaloupe also turned their gaze to Xia Sanwa, with looks of contempt and amusement, especially since Xia Sanwa's appearance was improper and very amusing, causing a few of them to chuckle lightly, with a mocking laughter.
Xia Sanwa turned back and glared angrily at the security guard, but didn't lose his temper, then reached out to the salesperson, "GIVE, ME, A"
The salesperson picked up a piece of cantaloupe and handed it to Xia Sanwa. Afraid that the security guard would snatch it again, Xia Sanwa quickly reached out, but before he could grab it, the tall and burly security guard pushed his shoulder, making Xia Sanwa stagger and almost fall.
Then the security guard took the cantaloupe and took a big bite, his face full of arrogance and smugness.
Xia Sanwa was thoroughly furious now. His angry expression was like a child, very amusing, making the people around laugh, "Haha~~~" The laughter was piercing.
The security guard handed the half-eaten cantaloupe to Xia Sanwa, "BEGGAR, TO ADMIRE YOU (Beggar, I'll reward you)"
"BEGGAR, haha~~~~" The crowd burst into laughter, looking at Xia Sanwa as if he were a beggar.
Xia Sanwa understood English, especially the word "beggar" at the beginning. He heard it clearly, and the security guard's insult, the crowd's ridicule, deeply wounded him. He finally burst into rage, pointing at the security guard and shouting, "YOU, ARE, A, DOG; ARE, YOU, A GUARD, DOG (You are a dog, you are a guard dog)"
This time, Xia Sanwa's voice was loud enough to be heard throughout the first floor of the mall, and he spoke this sentence in English very clearly, which everyone could understand distinctly. When hearing Xia Sanwa scold the security guard as a guard dog, those people's gaze shifted from Xia Sanwa to the security guard.
And the security guard's gaze fixated on Xia Sanwa, eyes almost spitting fire. His extreme anger rendered him speechless, and then without any hesitation, he swung his fist towards Xia Sanwa.
Just as the punch was about to hit Xia Sanwa's face, it was somehow deflected by an invisible force, causing the security guard to cry out in pain, retracting his hand as if shocked by electricity, clutching his right hand with his left, gasping in pain. His previously flushed face turned pale.
"People who constant of shame (Those who insult others are constantly insulted in return)" As this voice resonated, Wang Xiaoqiang stepped out, glaring coldly at the security guard, saying, "As someone in the service industry, isn't the customer god? As a security guard, how do you treat customers? Who gave you the right to insult customers? Who gave you the right to attack customers?"
All eyes turned towards Wang Xiaoqiang upon hearing this. Xia Sanwa saw Wang Xiaoqiang and felt more confident, wanting to go up and slap the security guard twice, but didn't dare act rashly without Wang Xiaoqiang's permission. The security guard not only failed to teach Xia Sanwa a lesson but suffered a hidden loss, feeling even more furious, disdainfully glaring at Wang Xiaoqiang with anger, "Yellow-skinned monkey, what does an old man like you care?!"
Xia Sanwa finally couldn't contain his rage, waving his hand and slapping the security guard's face twice, causing it to immediately swell up red.
The security guard, extremely furious, was about to hit Xia Sanwa back but at this moment, Wang Xiaoqiang unleashed his Divine Sense, locking him in place, unable to move even an inch. Feeling unwilling yet helpless, he stared firmly at Wang Xiaoqiang with a strange and fearful look.
He understood the pressure exerted on him must be coming from this Chinese man in front of him. This kind of invisible pressure had gone beyond his comprehension, leaning towards a superpower.
The crowd watching gradually grew larger, and those who had laughed at Xia Sanwa earlier expressed discontent and protest. Americans naturally sided with Americans, feeling wronged no matter who was right or wrong once a Huaxia person hit an American.
They pointed at Xia Sanwa, angrily protesting and cursing, "What kind of person acts violently in a supermarket; it's truly lawless."
"This matter must be explained clearly; it's best to call the police and let them handle it. This is New York; we can't tolerate these yellow-skinned monkeys running amok."
Actually, Wang Xiaoqiang had witnessed clearly through his Heavenly Eye the scene earlier when Xia Sanwa was mocked by these Americans. Now seeing these Americans helping their own regardless of right or wrong, siding with the security guard, and resorting to insults, Wang Xiaoqiang became thoroughly furious.
In his native dialect, he reminded Xia Sanwa, "Hey, Elder Xia of the Bandit Gang, they're insulting you. If you don't retaliate, they'll keep riding over you."
Obviously, the Americans couldn't understand this, but Xia Sanwa did. Hearing the reminders from Wang Xiaoqiang, full of anger long before, he now cast aside all concerns and went directly to beat those verbally abusive Americans, both men and women, all tall, especially the men, over six feet tall and sturdy.
A man over sixty like Xia Sanwa normally wouldn't be their match, but Wang Xiaoqiang now unleashed his Divine Sense, enveloping all these Americans. They stood as if subjected to the Body Immobilization Technique, like living targets, helplessly allowing Xia Sanwa to give them a good thrashing until his hands and feet grew numb and he stopped. Xia Sanwa felt satisfied, elated, never feeling so powerful. He really felt like a gang leader, and would boast about today's events to the villagers once back at Sanmiao Village.
By now, everyone in the supermarket had gathered here, including customers and staff. Seeing the scene, the supermarket staff were indignant, especially the security guards, who came up to gang up on Xia Sanwa, and meanwhile, the supermarket manager called to report this to the supermarket's general manager and also the police.
Wang Xiaoqiang wouldn't let Xia Sanwa suffer, unleashing his Divine Sense again before the security guards could lay a hand, locking them up, then said to Xia Sanwa, "Hit them, hit to your heart's content,"
Xia Sanwa smiled wryly, "Can't, my hands are numb."
Xia Guifang pulled Xia Sanwa up, chiding, "Dad, you're causing trouble again." Then she turned to Wang Xiaoqiang and scolded, "You're also instigating nonsense."
Wang Xiaoqiang didn't respond, directly calling Zhong Ping,
Seven years ago, this number was still used by Zhong Ping not for any other reason but to ensure Wang Xiaoqiang could smoothly contact her after returning. Receiving the call, Zhong Ping's first words were full of resentment, "Finally thought of me?"
"I yearn for you (I think of you day and night)," Wang Xiaoqiang replied in English to keep Xia Guifang from hearing.
"Hmph, only a ghost would believe you; you've been back for almost two months, coming to America now, is mine the last stop?" Zhong Ping replied in a slightly sour tone.
Wang Xiaoqiang thought to himself, it indeed was the last stop, but verbally replied in English, "No, and I can solemnly tell you, your place is the most important stop,"
"Alright, stop joking. When are you coming to my place?" Zhong Ping asked.
"Have your son come to me first; I'm in trouble," Wang Xiaoqiang continued in English.
"Enough, flaunting your broken English, speak up, what trouble are you facing? What you can't solve yourself, can our son handle?"
"Right, only the son can solve," Wang Xiaoqiang continued in English. He was avoiding Zhong Ping and Xia Guifang meeting, hence asking for Pengcheng to come.
"Son's busy, how about I come over?"
"Can you fight?"
"What? Summoning our son, is it for a fight?"
"You're right."
"Really, letting your son fight, what kind of father are you?" Zhong Ping chided.
"It's not for him to fight; it's about managing the people below. The supermarket staff aren't well managed; he should come and learn the People Manipulation Technique..."
"What? Supermarket?... You're in trouble at Holiland Supermarket?" Zhong Ping was shocked.
"Yes, the Flushing branch," Wang Xiaoqiang said directly, no longer hiding.
"Alright, I got it; I'll send Pengcheng there right away," Zhong Ping said. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it at Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)