Diary of the life of a working wizard

When Sando saw Xia Yunjie knocking down all his carefully selected bodyguards from the tribe with a single movement of his legs, although he couldn't help being shocked, he was more angry, especially the applause from the Europeans and Americans who added to the fire. Oil, it made him feel so embarrassed!

Sando shouted again with a stern face, and the two bodyguards who did not come forward immediately took out their pistols, and pointed the black muzzles at Xia Yunjie's head.

Seeing the black man pulling out a pistol, the bar suddenly became quiet, while Sando and Cui Yongjun had ferocious smiles on their faces.

"Aren't you a good fighter? Come on! Let's see if it's your feet that are faster or the bullets that are faster," Cui Yongjun shouted, but he didn't notice that Xia Yunjie's originally dark and clear eyes were now filled with a trace of violent blood.

"Stop! Stop it all!" At this moment, the bar manager hurried over and yelled at Sando and others in English. The bar manager was a British man.

Although Sando was the eldest son of Chief Sayo, he was obviously still a little wary of the British. Seeing the bar manager coming, he whispered a few words in native dialect to the two bodyguards, and the two bodyguards put away their guns. .

Seeing Sando's men put away their pistols, the blood in Xia Yunjie's eyes slowly faded, and he watched coldly as the bar manager accused Sando of causing trouble in his hotel.

Sando just frowned and listened at first, but gradually his face darkened. It was obvious that the bar manager's excessive accusations had angered the arrogant son of Chief Sayo. Sando turned around and said a few patois to the bodyguard beside him, and the bodyguard immediately took out his walkie-talkie and mumbled a few words.

The British manager obviously vaguely understood a few patois. When he saw the bodyguard taking out his walkie-talkie and chattering, his face suddenly changed. He pointed at Sando and shouted in English: "Sando, what do you want to do? Do you want to cause trouble in Mr. Blair's hotel?" "

Mr. Blair, as the British manager said, is the big boss of this hotel and a very powerful British man in Algeria.

Seeing this, Sando had a gloomy face and said nothing, but Cui Yongjun squinted his eyes slightly and said in English with a smile: "Of course we don't dare to cause trouble in Mr. Blair's hotel. But Mr. Sando just wants to invite this The Chinese lady is having a glass of wine, but this Chinese lady is not giving you face. You said that Mr. Sando is a prince with such a status in Jemalan City, which hurts his face. Of course, we will not make it difficult for you, Mr. John. , let's do this, you ask someone to get a cup of "Sui Mi Rema Lan, come and ask this Miss Su Zhiyan to do it, so that everyone can have face. I guarantee that Mr. Sang Duo is a very good talker, and he will let him People leave. Of course, Mr. John can also insist on protecting the Chinese lady and husband, but I can't guarantee whether Mr. Santo's people will break in. "

Cui Yongjun said and pointed out the window of the bar.

Outside the window of the bar was the street, which was originally relatively quiet at night, but at this time there were the sounds of chaotic footsteps and howls coming from far and near.

After a while, hundreds of black soldiers were seen on the street, holding rifles and submachine guns in their hands, shouting and running towards the bar. A fierce aura rushed to his face, and the sound of howling like a beast shook the glass of the bar. In the blink of an eye, the outside of the bar was surrounded by dark soldiers.

Not to mention that Su Zhiyan's face turned completely pale with fright and her lips trembled. Even those European and American people who were more courageous and stayed to watch the excitement turned pale with fright at this time.

Although the hotel manager John tried to remain calm, his trembling hands betrayed his inner panic.

After all, there are hundreds of soldiers with guns outside. After all, these are Africans who are relatively backward and barbaric compared to the West. God knows if they will really rush in and sweep away with their guns. If this is the case, even if John has Mr. Blair's support may turn his whole body into a beehive.

Of course, John didn't want to become a honeycomb for a pair of Chinese people, and there was no need for it. He glanced at Su Zhiyan helplessly and whispered, "I'm really sorry, Miss Su." Then he turned around and went to the bar to get a drink.

Looking at the dark black soldiers outside the window, Xia Yunjie's eyes once again filled with blood, but it gradually faded away, and then he reached out and took out his cell phone from his pocket.

"Call the embassy? Do you think it will be useful now?" Cui Yongjun saw Xia Yunjie take out his mobile phone, a disdainful sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and said sarcastically.

"Xia Yunjie!" Although Su Zhiyan was very disgusted and even hated the handsome Korean guy in front of her, she had to admit that what Cui Yongjun said now was the truth. Even the British had no choice but to give in. What's the point of calling the embassy now? Yes, if these black people are angered, the situation will be even worse.

"It's okay, I know it well." Xia Yunjie gently patted the back of Su Zhiyan's hand and said comfortingly.

Of course he would not call the embassy at this time. If he really wanted to call the embassy, ​​he might as well take action directly.

There is a saying that fights fire with fire, and there is also a saying that one thing will bring down another. Xia Yunjie was originally thinking about when to inform Balu, but now it seems that there is no need to think about it anymore.

When things got to this point, it was time to ask him to come forward. Let these Africans and these foreigners see that in this land of Africa, the Chinese are not easy to bully. They also have very powerful power.

On the other end of the phone, Balu Santos, the great native king of the Owenk Sioux tribe, is sitting in the royal palace in Jemalan City. Balu Santos, the 50th chief of the Owenk Sioux tribe, is holding a staff made of pure gold and representing royal power. On the throne covered with leopard skin, he was leisurely enjoying the grapes that the beautiful and young Princess Eva of Gangna had recently fed to his mouth.

Under the throne, his bodyguard Mother, who had protected him when he went to China, was kneeling on the ground with fear.

Since Balu Santos ascended the throne, his majesty as a king has increased day by day, making all the Owink Sioux people surrender and look up to him.

Seeing his mother kneeling on the ground tremblingly, Balu suddenly thought of Master Xia in China, his savior, the legendary Ji Ma. Without him, even if he were still alive now, he would still be a sick and disabled person. But now he has not only ascended the throne, but because of Xia Yunjie's sermon at the Xuanmen Conference, he has also made rapid progress in practice, which has invisibly added a bit of majesty and momentum to the king.

"Mom, please get up and talk. Why do you want to see me tonight?" Balu's majestic voice sounded in the palace hall.

"I would like to report to you, your Majesty. My mother seemed to have seen Master Xia at the Black Beauty Nightclub two days ago, but she has not dared to report to you because she was not sure. Today I feel uneasy, so I specifically asked to see you and report." My mother replied respectfully.

"Haha! Mother must have missed Master Xia just like me, so she had the illusion. How could an Eastern god like Master Xia come to us?" Balu laughed loudly after hearing this, but after laughing But it is inevitable to feel a little disappointed.

Balu Baiyou was invaded by fire poison. When the fire poison broke out, life was worse than death. If not for his extraordinary willpower, he would have committed suicide long ago. Because of this, he had a feeling for Xia Yunjie that is difficult to describe in words. of gratitude.

But just as Balu said, Xia Yunjie is a god in the East, not to mention out of reach in the eyes of ordinary people, even for monks and kings like them. Especially that night, Xia Yunjie stood like a god in the hotel square, directly carrying the thunder with his body. Even now when Balu thinks about it, he can't help but stand up and face the east and prostrate himself on the ground. How could such a character go to a primitive, backward and chaotic place like theirs, let alone an entertainment venue like "Black Beauty"!

"What your Majesty said is that Master Xia is the current Qima. It must be a small misunderstanding. Please forgive me, Your Majesty." Mother said in horror after hearing this.

"What's wrong with you? It's been a long time since I heard from the master. I was just looking for someone to talk to! You happened to be here. Come on, come sit here with me." Balu smiled and waved to his mother. .

Seeing Balu waving to her and asking him to come up and sit on the edge of the throne, Mother couldn't help but be so flattered that her whole body trembled. When she was about to step forward, one of Balu's most trusted attendants came over holding his personal mobile phone. Then he knelt on the ground, held the mobile phone in both hands and said, "Your Majesty, your call is from a Chinese named Xia Yunjie."

"What!" Balu almost jumped up from the throne, snatched the mobile phone from the waiter's hand, and then said respectfully and excitedly in broken Chinese: "I am Balu, hello, master. !”

After the Xuanmen Conference, Balu specially left a phone number for Xia Yunjie. However, he never expected Xia Yunjie to call him, because he was just the king of the world, and Xia Yunjie was already an oriental god who did not eat the fireworks of the world, the Chama of the African grasslands in his heart.

The servant saw that the king, who had become more and more steady and dignified since he ascended the throne, was completely out of character. He couldn't help but be shocked and secretly glad. Fortunately, he knew that the person who could make this call had a close relationship with the king, so his attitude was more respectful. Otherwise, as long as he was slightly disrespectful, he would Looking at the way the king is losing his composure now, I'm afraid he will be killed.

On the other end of the phone, Xia Yunjie saw Balu pick up the phone and said with a stern face: "I am now at the Paria Hotel in Jemalan City, and I am surrounded by more than a hundred soldiers of the Sayo tribe."

"Master, please calm down, I'll rush over right away!" Balu heard that someone dared to surround Xia Yunjie with a gun in his own land. He couldn't help being frightened and angry, and said hurriedly and fearfully.

Hearing this, Xia Yunjie nodded, said "ok" and hung up the phone.

As soon as Xia Yunjie hung up the phone, Balu acted like an enraged lion. He held the royal staff made of pure gold and hit the marble floor with a heavy "dong dong dong!" Roaring: "What are you still doing? Gather the troops immediately!"