"Jon's idea is good. With Lisa's beauty, the damn yellow-skinned monkey who just clicks her little fingers will have to drink her foot wash water obediently." Sam did not argue with a rare sentence, but instead said.

The father didn't say anything and glanced at Lisa. Although there was no expression on his face, he nodded secretly in his heart. Lisa is a typical Western beauty with deep and three-dimensional facial features, fair skin, and tall figure. Such a woman is the target of everyone's attention no matter where she goes.

After thinking for a while, the father spoke: "Lisa, thank you for your hard work. I will ask Sam to accompany you. Jon is responsible for logistics support. Is there any problem?"

Lisa's pretty face full of exotic style showed a proud expression, "Dad, don't worry, unless the target is a Gay, he will definitely not escape my control."

"Haha, I think so too. As long as Lisa makes her move, none of those yellow-skinned monkeys can escape from her palm." Sam's voice sounded again.

Lisa's eyebrows were slightly frowned and she didn't say anything, but her father scolded her, "Sam, you should also restrain yourself. Don't forget that this is Huaxia. If someone heard about it just now, you will be in trouble."

"What are you afraid of?" Sam still looked smiling, "You know, I am an honest person, I just said what I think."

"Okay, don't say I didn't remind you if I suffer any losses." Dad shook his head. Sam was the firepower player of the Rose Team. He was one of the best in the team with his melee skills. He was also a racist and very discriminatory to anyone except white people.

However, my father didn't want to say anything more about his personality. As long as he didn't cause trouble to the team, he wouldn't meddle in other people's business.

Outside the community, Yang Feng, dressed in casual clothes, was strolling around the Sheraton hotel in leisurely steps like an ordinary young man. However, although his expression looked calm, no one knew that his spiritual sense had enveloped the entire hotel, and everyone's every move was under his surveillance.

Since receiving the benefit of time travel, Yang Feng feels that his greatest gain is not only in the continuous improvement of physical fitness, but also in the wonderful use of spiritual consciousness.

In fact, in his opinion, spiritual consciousness is an upgraded version of mental power.

The spirit of ordinary people is generally restricted to death, and it is difficult to improve even if they work hard.

But Yang Feng was able to strengthen or even upgrade his mental power through time travel time and time, and his spiritual consciousness was the ability that Yang Feng obtained after upgrading his mental power time and time again and again.

Although his understanding of spiritual consciousness is still very limited, after years of exploration, Yang Feng has gradually explored some methods of using it. One of them is to cover a place of spiritual consciousness like now.

Naturally, my father and the members of the Rose Team under his command did not know that their every move had already been clearly seen by the other party.

"Do you want to use the beauty trick? It's really an ancient way." Yang Feng smiled slightly and walked towards a nearby bar...

This is a bar called Tower of Babel. The decoration inside is mainly blue and red. Both the bar and the tables and chairs are mainly made of wood, which looks retro.

Since it was only noon, there were only a few guests and a bartender who was leisurely wiping his wine glasses.

Seeing Yang Feng come in, the young bartender asked with a smile: "Sir, what do you want to drink?"

Yang Feng walked to a high stool and sat down, saying casually: "Give me a glass of whiskey first."

The bartender looked at Yang Feng in surprise. Most people came to the bar during the day, just to drink some dessert or mint wine, and not many people drank strong wine.

However, when the bar opens the door to do business, it is their freedom to drink whatever wine the customer wants, so he naturally won’t say much.

Soon, a cup of whiskey was placed in front of him.

Yang Feng picked up the wine glass and looked around curiously while tasting it.

Seeing Yang Feng's actions, the bartender asked with a smile: "Sir, you should be a local person in your accent. Is this the first time I have come to our bar?"

"Yes." Yang Feng nodded.

The bartender recommended: "The drinks and atmosphere in our bar are pretty good, and there are band performances in the evening. You will definitely like this here a few more times in the future."

Yang Feng waved his hand, "I thought I came here before, but the financial situation did not allow it. Now I have the conditions but there is no time left. Maybe it is possible to wait until I retire."

The bartender smiled and stopped talking, but then a slightly hoarse voice came from beside him, "Excuse me, may I sit here?"

Yang Feng looked back and saw a Western girl with long burgundy hair and enchanting figure standing behind her and looking at her with a smile.

He frowned, "Miss, please speak Chinese well? I don't understand what you are talking about?"

"Well……"

The redhead's smile was a stiff expression, and the original surprise and planned it was blocked in his throat. This version was wrong.

She had already thought of a countermeasure, and whether Yang Feng agreed or refused, she had thought of the next words, but now this guy said that he couldn't speak English. What the hell is this?

This red-haired woman is naturally Lisa, but she responded very quickly. After being choked by Yang Feng's words, she was not angry. Instead, she continued to smile and said in stiff Chinese: "Sir, don't you not speak English?"

"Yes." Yang Feng said frankly: "The family is too poor and I can't afford to go to college, so I can't communicate with you in English."

Lisa's eyes swept quickly over Yang Feng's wrist, her mouth twitched, and her heart was roaring. Your sister was wearing a Breguet watch worth more than one million US dollars on her hand, but she was telling me that she had no money, is you too mentally retarded or that my mother's eyes were bad?

The bartender next to him secretly gave Yang Feng a thumbs up. It was the first time he had seen a Chinese man talking to a foreign beauty who came to chat with him.

On weekdays, when the beautiful social elites who look well-dressed when they see foreign beauties, they all look like peacocks spreading their tails, and they want to tell them the decimal points in their homes to win their peace of mind.

This person is good. He told him straightforwardly that he doesn’t know how to speak English and that if he wants to chat with him, he must use Chinese, otherwise he will not be able to speak.
Chapter completed!