Hearing his father's words, Li Zixuan's face darkened. However, the most important thing now was to go back and take a look.
Therefore, the Li father and son brought Xu Qiang along and took their own box carriage. Under the coachman's driving, they quickly headed toward San Francisco.
It took the carriage half an hour to reach the city.
As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the Immortals 'Loft, he found that there were still many people watching.
Some of the Xia people showed pity when they saw the messy shop, while most of the Caucasians were gloating.
As for the black man, he acted as if it had nothing to do with him.
Inside the shop, two white police officers in black uniforms and wide-brimmed hats were investigating.
Jiang Mei 'er's delicate little face had a bruise on her right cheek. Even now, her face was a little pale.
She seemed to be explaining as she answered the San Francisco police's questions.
"We didn't provoke them. Really, they caused trouble the moment they came in...!”
Hearing this, a white police officer interrupted her,
"But those people called the police and said that you insulted them first, so they retaliated!”
"Liar, they're lying. Officer, they insulted us first. We have many witnesses here!”
Jiang Mei 'er hurriedly explained.
"Hmph, the testimony of the Chinese is not credible, and even the judge does not support the testimony of the Chinese!”
Another police officer mocked.
"Why?!" Jiang Mei 'er asked in disbelief.
"This is the rule of California. Other than white people, no other race can be trusted!”
The police officer who was recording in his notebook raised his head slightly, looking completely white.
"Is that so?"
At this moment, a deep voice rang out.
Hearing this voice, Jiang Mei 'er was delighted. The two white police officers turned around in surprise.
A middle-aged man from China, who was wearing a red suit and a gentleman's hat, walked over.
He glanced at the two police officers and then looked at Jiang Mei 'er
.”
"Yes, Master!" Jiang Mei 'er suddenly seemed to have a backbone and was no longer as embarrassed as before.
At this moment, Li Zixuan also ran over. Looking at the bruises on her face, he asked,
"Sister Mei 'er, the wounds on your face!”
"I'm fine. I was touched by something. Fortunately, I had Xiaosi's protection, but Xiaosi...!”
Jiang Mei 'er looked a little uneasy.
Li Zixuan knew that Xiaosi was an errand boy hired by the restaurant. He was about 14 years old and
had been working in Father Li's restaurant for a year. Because he was good at receiving people and treating things,
Father Li had prepared to let him go to the kitchen to learn craftsmanship. In the future, he would have a way to make a living in this foreign country.
However, he did not expect such a thing to happen.
Then, he heard that Jiang Mei 'er had sent someone to send Xiaosi to Dr. Lawrence's clinic. He heaved a sigh of relief
."With that California vet here, Xiaosi should be fine!"”Li Zixuan consoled.
The reason why Dr. Lawrence, who saved his life, was a veterinarian was because
, although he graduated from the University of Pennsylvania School of Medicine,
his clinic in San Francisco was originally used to treat animals.
It was only after he gradually became famous that he began to treat people with high medical fees.
Because of the high fees and the fact that he first treated animals, he had a good reputation as a beast doctor.
Just as Li Zixuan was comforting Jiang Mei 'er, Mr. Li, who was next to her, started arguing with two Caucasian policemen.
"You want me to compensate you? Are you kidding me?”
"The other party has already called the police. You have to compensate us. Otherwise, we don't mind taking you away!”
"Take it away. Try it!"
Mr. Li glared at him. Although he was middle-aged, he was still a rebel from the Taiping Country era. He was like a leopard.
The two police officers frowned and looked at each other.
The police officer holding the sketchbook glanced at the other white police officer, who immediately took out a silver handcuff from behind his back.
It was obvious that Li Shi's threat was useless against these police officers.
However, at this moment, a roar sounded.
"Which bastard wants to take my brother away!”
Immediately, the crowd around the restaurant opened up a path. Old Smith, who was holding a black Martini Henry single-shot rifle in his right hand and
a revolver at his waist, walked in first.
He had a bag of bullets hanging from his denim belt, and he had a cigar in his mouth. He stood in front of the two police officers.
Behind him, more than a dozen burly men with rifles, cowboy hats, and cigars looked at the two policemen with laughter.
"Ugh!" Instantly, the police officer who had taken out his handcuffs was in a dilemma.
In fact, he knew that he was in trouble the moment he saw these people.
California red neck, barbaric, chaotic, uncultured, and uncaring.
Even if the police provoked them, they would not hesitate to fight you.
If you didn't agree, then you were a coward in the 19th century where the culture of fighting prevailed. Even in the police station, you would be looked down upon.
However, if they agreed to a duel, they might lose their lives in the arena.
What was even more outrageous was that the judge would not even sentence the person who killed you, because this was a duel that both parties had agreed to.
"
John, you're here!" Li Shi nodded when he saw Old Smith enter.
"I was late because I recruited some old friends!”
Old Smith then looked at the two policemen coldly
."Mr. Policemen, I heard that you were going to take someone away!!”
"You!" The police officer with handcuffs was about to reach for his gun but was stopped by his companion. The
police officer with the sketchbook showed a pleasant expression.
"Mr. John, right? We're actually just discussing some compensation. We're not taking anyone away, but Mr. Li doesn't seem to be cooperating!”
"Is that so?" Old Smith blew a smoke ring at the police officer and said fiercely,
"But I heard that some scumbags destroyed my brother's restaurant. Mr. Police, I think we should let those scumbags compensate. Brothers, don't you think so?"”
"Hahaha, that's right. Let those bastards compensate!”
"Let those bastards eat my big...!”
"Kill those bastards!"
A group of farm owners raised their guns and shouted rudely.
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