Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

Seeing the drunk and burly man who tried to stop him was easily knocked down by Li Weijun and fell to the ground unconscious.

The crowd around was silent, and everyone was shocked by Li Weijun's momentum.

Natasha, who had been secretly monitoring Li Weijun and others among the crowd, stood not far away, with both worry and admiration in her eyes.

She was absolutely dead. Li Weijun was not only fast at running, but his arms were also very agile and his boxing and kicking skills were amazing.

Li Weijun stretched his wrist and gently stroked the broken snow on the tip of his nose. Finally, he stopped and looked at the burly man who was gasping for breath and could no longer make a sound.

There was a hint of coldness in Li Weijun's eyes.

He looked around, and those who had fallen to the ground dared not move, and could only groan softly. Li Weijun said coldly: "Next time if you dare to make trouble, speak nonsense in front of me, and say discriminatory remarks that I don't want to hear, don't blame me for being rude."

After saying that, he turned and left the scene, leaving behind silence.

Zhang Yunzhen and Zhang Yilei both looked helpless. They finally understood why Li Weijun had said before that if they encountered danger, they should just take care of themselves and there was no need to take care of him at all.

With Li Weijun's boxing and kicking skills, let alone those drunkards and those blind idiots who only care about amplifying their own voices, even the well-trained special forces are probably no match for Li Weijun.

To put it bluntly, it was like chopping melons and vegetables, without any effort. At the moment, all these burly men had fallen asleep, so they didn't have the strength to pull like before.

Jiang Xifeng hurried after him and asked softly, "Are you okay?" Li Weijun smiled, patted her shoulder, and said, "Don't worry, this is nothing. It won't hurt you. It's just that these guys are too ignorant."

Qin Huairu nodded, and a warm feeling welled up in her heart. She knew that he would always be the hero who was willing to stand up and protect her and the people around him.

In this cold world, she felt extremely safe and warm with him by her side.

To be honest, women are a species that admires the strong. No one likes a weakling. The stronger they appear, the more popular they will be. If they encounter unfair treatment, they will fight back angrily. If they hold up a sign pitifully that says something like "I'm weak, please don't hurt me", they will be looked down upon even more.

The strong prey on the weak, the law of the jungle, this is the law that runs through the continuous evolution of mankind.

Apart from other things, even in the Norse mythology, aren't there also distinctions between the gods on Mount Olympus, high and low, noble and humble, strong and weak? The powerful one, like the king of gods Zeus, can turn into cows and sheep at will and go to the human kingdom to cholera and hunt for pleasure.

After having sex with the young and beautiful princess, he secretly ran to Mount Olympus, and waited for his wife Hera to deal with those miserable human girls without daring to even fart.

Some so-called weak gods, like the God of Craftsmen, are rarely welcomed on Mount Olympus. This can only be said to be an unfair phenomenon, but no one thinks it is abnormal.

The essence of the world is to flatter the powerful and look down on the weak.

After this incident, Li Dengyun no longer had the idea of ​​continuing to wander around. After exchanging ideas with Jiang Xifeng, he bought some food and flavored milk candies and toffees, and went back to the mansion.

When I returned to the apartment, I found that the embassy had sent someone to contact me. They were middle-aged men in their forties, wearing pocket bags.

The leader was wearing glasses, looked slightly fat, and had a black top hat. He walked up to Li Weijun and shook his hand, explaining as he did so.

"Comrade Li Weijun, we have been informed of what happened last night. We are very sorry. We did not expect that the other party would take such action to test us, so we were negligent. If they have any inadequate hospitality, please feel free to give us your opinions. We will protest and severely criticize them."

"Protest? What's the point of just protesting? It's just talk. No one will care about your protest. If you want to protest, you have to take real action. Only then will people think you are not just talk without action."

Li Weijun peeled an orange, put it in his mouth and chewed it for a while, then said meaningfully.

Everyone present instantly understood the hidden meaning of Li Weijun's words, wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads, and spoke hurriedly.

"Comrade Li Weijun, young people should not be too angry. I have been handling diplomatic affairs here and I know their attitude. They are always tough with guests from all countries. So I say that guests should follow the will of the host and be tolerant."

Li Weijun scoffed at this statement. He came to Luosha Country to participate in the 100-meter track and field competition, on the one hand, to respond to requirements and cooperate with the work.

On the other hand, it is to let these arrogant and arrogant people take a good look at how the 100-meter track and field record was broken, and how they show off, point fingers and make comments all day long.

So after chewing the orange, Li Weijun didn't hesitate, but went straight to the point and asked, "What are the arrangements on the Russian side? Is the track and field stadium ready? Who will be the other team's contestant in the 100-meter track and field event?"

"Well..."

The middle-aged man in the lead, who wore gold-rimmed glasses and always liked to touch his face when he spoke, was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then said with a bit of embarrassment: "They have been keeping this a secret, so we don't know who the other side has chosen. However, everyone has heard of Comrade Li Weijun's running speed. If he can really run under 10 seconds, it will be more than enough for this track and field competition."

Seeing that the other party seemed to be suspicious, Li Dengyun sat down on a chair, added some coal to the fire in the fireplace, and then slowly took a sip of tea.

"Don't even mention ten seconds. If I want to, I can easily get the world record. If you don't believe me, you wouldn't be waiting for me here at this time, right?"

"This……"

The man looked thoughtful, and although he still cooperated on the surface, a trace of doubt had already arisen in his heart.

Li Weijun was too arrogant. As the military strategy says, an arrogant army will be defeated. If he were to fail in the 100-meter track and field race and have the news published in newspapers, it would not be a good thing.

So I kindly reminded him, "It's cold here, and many athletes have lung capacity far beyond that of ordinary people. I think it's better not to underestimate the enemy. In a competition, no one can tell who the winner is until the last moment. The most important thing in track and field competitions is the competitive spirit, and of course it's best not to lose."