As Xiao He's angry rebuke rang out, the tattooed strong man's face showed astonishment.
The young man who had barely registered any presence moments ago seemed to have suddenly unleashed a dangerous killing intent.
His gentle demeanor vanished completely, his eyes now carrying a hint of eager, solemn killing intent. His previously casual stance abruptly shifted into a guarded posture, like a sword half-drawn from its sheath, ready to reveal its sharp blade at any moment.
The tattooed strong man was actually intimidated by the other's aura, involuntarily taking a step back.
The person who had been so aggressive moments before now resembled a deflated balloon, instantly losing his previous bluster.
"It's clearly your problem—you were the ones racing near our church entrance first! And you admitted it yourselves!"
The bald strong man nearby shouted loudly.
"It wasn't us."
Xiao He immediately understood their purpose, feeling both angry and speechless. He immediately turned his head, his gaze burning as he looked at the other: "What evidence do you have?"
"People by the roadside said the drivers were two Chinese!"
The bald strong man immediately raised his hand, pointing accusingly at Xiao He: "You Chinese people have no manners! Low quality people! Ah—"
Xiao He directly grabbed the finger that had been pointed at him, bending it downward: "Who are you saying has no manners? You're the ones who came provoking without distinguishing right from wrong! My friend and I definitely didn't drive ourselves! Now apologize!"
"Ah, let go, it hurts, it hurts—"
The bald man hadn't expected Xiao He, who looked ordinary, to possess such extraordinary strength. He felt like his finger was about to be broken, the pain immediately making him bend over, half-crouching to alleviate the agony in his finger.
"What are you doing?"
The tattooed strong man and several others immediately crowded forward, reaching out to pull at Xiao He: "Let him go!"
"Release him—"
"All of you, get lost!"
Amid the chaos, someone tried to pull out a small knife as a threat, but Xiao He preemptively snatched the knife and kicked the person away.
"Ouch—"
Accompanied by the chilling glint of the knife, the bald man let out a miserable cry, shrinking his neck. The others were also frightened by the knife in Xiao He's hand, taking a step back.
They saw the young man before them nimbly flipping the unremarkable small knife in his hand, then swiftly moving it across the bald man's shiny scalp. The knife tip repeatedly flashed past the bald man's eyeballs, the blade sweeping across his skin each time, yet ultimately leaving no cuts or red marks—only making the bald man's scalp increasingly shiny, reflecting light under the sun.
Seeing this knife skill, everyone gasped in shock.
The bald man was utterly terrified, his other hand repeatedly feeling his head, trying to confirm it was still attached.
Xiao He, meanwhile, casually raised the small knife in his hand, blowing on the blade.
A tuft of shaved body hair floated away with the wind, trembling as it dispersed in the air before completely vanishing.
The bald man's legs went weak, but with one hand still bent by Xiao He, he didn't dare move recklessly. He could only stand there with trembling legs, his face filled with despair.
He was certain—the guy they'd encountered wasn't an ordinary Chinese person!
He was a devil!
"What's going on? What's happening?"
O'Deen came running over, bringing several other people with him. Together they formed a protective circle around Xiao He in the middle.
"They inexplicably accused Brother Xiao and me of racing, then started trouble with us!" Xiao Chen immediately tattled, "They even took my phone!"
"Ah? Racing?"
O'Deen immediately turned to the tattooed strong man with confusion: "We came here together in a car! He definitely wasn't driving!"
"This must be a misunderstanding, everyone calm down first!"
As he spoke, O'Deen made meaningful faces at Xiao He: "Xiao He, let go first, don't let this escalate too much."
Xiao He snorted coldly. Under the bald man's terrified gaze, he wiped the small knife on the bald man's collar, then slightly shook it: "This thing, I'll confiscate it."
Then he threw the bald man's hand away, leisurely placing the small knife into his own pocket before crossing his arms and walking to O'Deen's side: "They should be grateful I'm a civilized person."
Otherwise, he couldn't guarantee what patterns his bone-cleaning hands would carve into them.
O'Deen frowned: "What exactly happened? You said my friend was racing—do you have evidence?"
"We didn't intentionally cause trouble, we have a witness!"
The tattooed strong man immediately pointed to a bespectacled man nearby: "Look, is it them?"
The bespectacled man had also been shocked by Xiao He's earlier display. Now he pushed up his glasses, staring intently at Xiao He and Xiao Chen for a long time, somewhat hesitantly nodding, then somewhat hesitantly shaking his head: "Looking now... it seems like them, but also not quite. But one of them is indeed quite handsome."
Everyone's gaze instantly fell on Xiao He's face.
Xiao He actually laughed in anger.
He took his phone back from Xiao Chen, opened the photo album, and showed some photos of collaborating artists from previous group photos: "Him, him, him—can you tell them apart?!"
The bespectacled man leaned close to the phone, awkwardly pushing up his glasses, his expression doubtful: "Uh—"
Faced with photos of Chinese artists who looked almost identical but all quite handsome in perception, he fell silent.
Xiao He directly rolled his eyes dramatically.
Sure enough, when foreigners look at foreigners, they basically can't distinguish features, thinking they all look the same.
Xiao He was truly exasperated.
Why was he so unlucky, always encountering unforeseen disasters.
"See, he can't even tell who's who himself, and you want him to serve as a witness to identify us?"
Xiao He sneered at the tattooed strong man, his attitude firm: "Apologize!"
The several strong men hadn't expected things to develop this way, looking at each other in confusion.
"Then let's call the police."
Xiao He turned to look at O'Deen again.
"Okay."
"Sorry!"
The men immediately apologized to Xiao He.
The tattooed strong man returned Xiao Chen's phone to him.
"Sorry, we didn't investigate clearly. But we're certain it was two Chinese people..."
"Yellow skin and black hair aren't exclusive to us Chinese—this is discrimination and prejudice! Now apologize to my country immediately."
Xiao He said coldly, gesturing toward the phone in Xiao Chen's hand.
"Forgot to mention, I'm a Chinese celebrity. His phone has been recording this entire time. Now we have audio of you insulting our country. Whether we give it to the local police or spread it online when we return, you'll all be in serious trouble."
Given the current tense situation, if he used his identity as an actor and celebrity to mobilize public opinion and influence, these people would face major trouble even while in Italy.
Today's China was definitely not the China of the past.
As soon as Xiao He finished speaking, the expressions of the several men immediately changed.
They weren't particularly bright to begin with—just a group of street thugs who arrogantly occupied territory, without even possessing guns, simply thinking Xiao He's group of Chinese would be easy to bully.
Now threatened by Xiao He like this, they didn't dare even breathe heavily.
Especially with Xiao He's half-smiling, half-serious eyes that seemed ready to kill at any moment, their hearts were pounding nervously.
Finally, the group formally expressed apology for their earlier words, then slunk away in disgrace.
Watching the figures of the men scrambling away, both O'Deen and Xiao Chen breathed sighs of relief.
Xiao Chen's hands were still numb, his voice trembling with fear as he said to Xiao He: "Brother Xiao, what just happened wasn't recorded."
After his phone was snatched, the recording had stopped amid the chaos, so the audio Xiao He mentioned—they actually didn't have it at all.
Xiao He twitched the corner of his mouth: "I was scaring them."
He couldn't actually use his identity to provoke such international conflicts.
"But these guys actually left just like that—" O'Deen scratched his head in confusion, "I thought this would be really troublesome. I'd already sent someone to get the security personnel from inside, I didn't expect them to run away so quickly."
Xiao He smiled, not mentioning how those men had been completely suppressed by his criminal aura.
Only Xiao Chen looked at Xiao He with worshipful admiration.
"What's wrong?"
Just then, Luca parked the car and walked over from a distance. Seeing everyone's expressions were off, he immediately inquired about the situation.
O'Deen promptly explained what had just happened to Luca.
After listening, Luca frowned deeply, thoughtful: "Now that you mention it, I did encounter two Chinese people in the parking lot. Judging by their car, they were probably the actual targets that group was looking for."
Xiao He and Xiao Chen: ...
Damn! When traveling abroad, don't embarrass your fellow countrymen!
Can't you have some basic decency!