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Two police cars were parked on the side of the road, and four police officers quickly got out.

The area was already surrounded by layers of people, many of whom were recording with their phones, and some were even live-streaming.

"Look, family! Four foreigners have been beaten up! It's quite a scene!"

Four Indians lay sprawled on the ground, all bruised and battered. One was clutching his nose, another his chest, and yet another was groaning while hugging his leg. The one in the red shirt, who was the leader, was in the worst shape, his face a bloody mess, almost unrecognizable.

Upon seeing the police, the two girls rushed forward as if they had seen saviors, each flanking the oldest officer in front.

The girl with glasses immediately spoke in a serious tone.

"Officer, this is a serious international incident. If not handled properly, it will damage our international image. You must severely punish the perpetrators!"

Another girl shouted at the top of her lungs, pointing at Ye Jingge and Shen Yi and the others, and started yelling at them.

"It's them! A group of people beat up four Indian students! These are international friends who came to our country for exchange! They attacked people without provocation; this is illegal! Arrest them and put them in jail!"

The four Indians also took the opportunity to get up from the ground. The one in the red shirt, who was in the lead, covered his nose, pointed at Ye Jingge and rattled off a string of words. He was so excited that his hands were shaking.

Two of the police officers knew a little English, but the curry smell was so strong that they frowned as they listened, only managing to make out a few words like "embassy" and "racism."

Huang Zixuan's face darkened, and he raised his foot to step forward.

Chen Mo reached out to stop him, shook his head at him, glanced at the two girls jumping around, and walked out himself.

"Officer."

Chen Mo stood in front of the police officer, speaking calmly.

"These four people first harassed my girlfriend, and we clearly refused, but they still wouldn't let it go. My friend intervened to stop them; he didn't hit them without provocation."

"You think you can just harass me like that?"

The girl with glasses immediately exploded.

"They just wanted to make friends and take a photo, how did that become harassment in your mouth? And you think you're right to hit someone?"

The other girl had an even louder voice.

"Exactly! These are foreign friends who have come from afar, what's wrong with being a little more welcoming? You just come up here and start punching and kicking them, that's clearly discrimination against foreigners! I think you're just being overly sycophantic and can't stand seeing others do well!"

Chen Mo waited until they finished shouting before slowly speaking.

"Making friends? You see a pretty girl and you go up to her, even when her boyfriend is standing right in front of you, and you reach out to grab him. Is that making friends? That's being a pervert."

"They don't understand Chinese! They don't know that's your girlfriend!"

"Doesn't understand Chinese, and is he blind?"

Chen Mo raised an eyebrow.

"I was standing right next to them, and they were both hiding in my arms, yet they kept moving closer. Have they no shame?!"

A young police officer stared wide-eyed at Chen Mo.

"You have two girlfriends?"

"Yes, they both love me to death, and I can't get rid of them no matter what I do."

The young police officer gave him a thumbs up.

Teach me when you have time.

The older police officer coughed, interrupting their conversation.

Chen Mo turned to look at the two girls, his tone slightly playful.

"They don't understand Chinese, but you two do, right? And you're not blind, you clearly understand, yet instead of pointing it out, you're here helping to shift the blame, are you doing it on purpose?"

The girl with glasses blushed, her lips moving but no words coming out.

The other girl got anxious.

"They're from a high caste! They're nobles in India! How can they be compared to you ordinary people!"

Chen Mo's lips twitched slightly, and his tone turned colder.

"This is China. There are no high or low castes in China. If you want to abuse your privileges, go back to India."

"Well said!"

Someone in the crowd immediately shouted, followed by applause. The onlookers had long disliked the group of Indians and two girls.

Seeing that his side was losing, the Indian man in the red shirt, who was leading the group, covered his nose and leaned forward, pointing at Chen Mo and shouting a long string of words in a very arrogant manner.

The girl with glasses quickly leaned over to listen, and after listening, she tilted her chin up and translated with a proud expression.

"He said! They are from the high caste of the Kshatriya caste in India, they are nobles! If you dare to hit nobles, the consequences will be severe! They will complain to the school, the embassy, ​​and the United Nations! They will say that this is racial discrimination and that you will go to jail!"

Another girl joined in the attack.

"The caste system is a cultural tradition in India that has existed for thousands of years. Your rude treatment damages Sino-Indian friendship. Diplomacy is no small matter, and you cannot bear this responsibility!"

She started to get carried away, pouting.

"To put it bluntly, being able to speak with people of higher castes is a blessing for you! Being able to carry their shoes is an honor for you; with your status, you're not even worthy of carrying their shoes!"

As soon as he said that, the smile on Chen Mo's face vanished completely.

He took half a step forward, his eyes cold.

"Kshatriya? Brahmin? On Chinese soil, before the constitution, there are only citizens and criminals, not any caste or aristocracy. Didn't nine years of compulsory education teach you that? Or did you waste your university education? Or do you not consider yourselves Chinese at all?"

He glanced at the two girls, his tone blunt and hurtful.

"These nobles you speak of are incredibly smelly, rude, barbaric, and uncivilized. They eat with their hands and wipe themselves with their hands after using the toilet."

"You guys are actually groveling to Indians. Is it because you've been kneeling so low that you've been smelling shit for so long that you think it smells good?"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The surrounding crowd burst into laughter, and some people whistled.

The two girls' faces flushed red and then turned pale, and they were trembling with anger.

"You! You're making a personal attack! Officer, you heard that! He's insulting us!"

Seeing that things were not going well, several Indians crowded around the police and pointed at Chen Mo, shouting incoherently.

The girl with glasses also realized what was happening and shouted in a shrill voice.

"Yes! Sue him! We're going to sue him for insulting our dignity! You'll all be going to jail!"

Chen Mo didn't look at them, nor at the few Indians jumping around.

He stood still, his voice suddenly becoming deep and low, yet seemingly magical, and the surrounding noise gradually quieted down.

"Just recently, four soldiers sacrificed their lives on the border, at the hands of these Indians you call 'A-san'. Now you're kneeling here licking their feet, calling them nobles. You're not licking their blood, you're licking the blood of your own people."

A gentle breeze blew across the river, and the entire place was deathly quiet.

The two girls froze on the spot, their faces turning deathly pale, as white as paper, their mouths agape, unable to utter a single word.

"Kill these Indians!"

"They are traitors!"

"Kill those two slavish foreign worshippers!"

The crowd erupted instantly, shouts rose and fell, and many people booed the Indian man and the two girls.

The veteran police officer in charge frowned, and seeing that the situation was getting out of control, he raised his voice and shouted.

"Quiet down! We'll investigate the matter at the station. All those involved, come with us to the police station for questioning."

Chen Mo didn't move, but turned and waved to Ye Jingge.

Ye Jingge strode over, his face still bearing a few drops of blood, which had splattered from when he beat up Ah San earlier.

Chen Mo raised his chin at him.

"Show them your identification."