Chapter 5223
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The Liabian girl, who was about 15 or 16 years old, should be of mixed blood. Her typical dark skin tone was slightly yellow. She did not look like a pure Liabian at first glance. Even her eyes were green, very beautiful and big.
Xia Jinyuan glanced at her and glanced at the shabby violin in her hand. She played well, but the strings were not tuned properly, so the sound quality was a bit off.
A group of Liabians sat cross-legged in the corner of the mottled wall, waiting for customers to choose from. They did not dare to take the initiative to greet them. This was the rule. Whoever dared to break the rule would disappear the next day, never to return to the nightclub where they could survive.
The bar was also very simple. It was made of cement and surrounded by a circle of cheap plastic colored lights. Xia Jinyuan walked to the bar, glanced at the liquor cabinet, and ordered two cans of expensive beer. On the other side, a few Liabian boys were dancing their folk dance. It was passionate, bold, and full of joy.
Applause and whistles rang out. Someone threw the money directly to the ground. A slightly older Libyan boy hurriedly picked it up and grabbed it tightly. When he picked up a coin, someone raised a foot and stepped on his palm, crushing it mercilessly.
It was very painful, but the boy looked up with a bright smile on his face. He kept saying "thank you" to the foreign man who deliberately stepped on his hand. It was only a five-cent coin, and his income was only one dollar per night. Five dollars was very important to him.
The foreign man saw this and could not help but laugh. His ugly face was like a worm that crawled out of a smelly ditch, making people want to vomit.
A weak country had no dignity. If they did not even have the dignity of a country, how much dignity would the people of this country have?
No one cared how painful the little boy's hand was, and no one cared if the little boy's pride was trampled on. There were too many such things, and after seeing too many of them, one would become numb to it.
Xia Jinyuan retracted his gaze and drank a mouthful of beer. He stood up and walked towards the tall and strong man who was still laughing loudly like a pig.
Major David, who was sitting at the edge of the bar and drinking beer, saw this and smiled. The Chinese soldiers were trying to create chaos to save the little boy, so that it would be easier for them to take action.
That was a good idea.
Picking up a glass half-filled with whiskey, David walked toward the Liabee girls, who were sitting cross-legged in the corner. They were ready, he thought.
On the other side, Xia Jinyuan's shoulder bumped into the other party, causing the beer in his hand to spill. The foreign man, whose shoe was pressed against the back of the boy's hand, cursed in an unfriendly manner and reached out to grab Xia Jinyuan's collar.
"Damned thing, look at what you've done!" As soon as he opened his mouth, a strong smell of alcohol assaulted their nostrils. This was a guy who had drunk whiskey and was drunk.
He was single and liked to stir up trouble. Perhaps he was a mercenary who came to a war-torn country to make a fortune.
Xia Jinyuan grabbed the man's wrist and twisted it inwards. "You've been drinking. You need to sober up." With a little more force, the man screamed in pain.
After teaching the man a lesson, Xia Jinyuan let go of the drunkard's hand, took out a bill from his pocket, and walked towards the girl who was still playing the violin.
The drunkard, whose wrist was in pain, wanted to cause trouble, but two men appeared out of nowhere. One blocked the drunkard's path, and the other clamped the drunkard's wrist, forcing him to leave with a smile on their faces.
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