Qin Wen listened and nodded obediently, "Okay."
Qin Wen walked towards the woman with an Eastern face and politely called out, "Big sister, is there anything I can help you with? I'm also from Xia Country."
"N-no, it's alright," the woman gave Qin Wen a look, fearing she might implicate her.
She had been working at this store for eight months and was now in a hurry to return home. She planned to finish the next few days and resign next month.
She had discussed her resignation with the boss last month. When she brought up the issue of wages with the boss now, he immediately turned hostile and refused to pay, even hurling vulgar insults.
Before Qin Wen could say anything, the foreign man cursed, "Yo... still calling for help? Don't you know where you are? It won't matter how many people you call."
"Tell me about it. I can help you. When you're out of town, rely on fellow countrymen," Qin Wen ignored the man and spoke again.
"He owes me two months' wages. Last month, I told him I was resigning, and he agreed, saying he'd pay the wages at the end of this month. Now he's reneging," the girl said aggrievedly.
In fact, the moon abroad wasn't always round. When encountering unscrupulous bosses, they often bullied migrant workers.
Knowing they were in a hurry to return home, they wouldn't drag things out, which emboldened them.
Some people habitually did such things. Even if they were wealthy, it didn't affect their black hearts.
Although the boss couldn't understand what the girl was saying, he could guess the gist from her expression. He then reached out and pushed Qin Wen, cursing, "Get lost."
Qin Wen dodged the man's hand and kicked him in the knee. The man knelt in pain, clutching his knee and shouting, "Help! Someone's hitting me! They're hitting me!"
As the man sat on the ground and made a scene, several people gathered around.
Seeing this, Xia Feng walked forward, pulled Qin Wen to his side, and kicked the man in the chest. The man was sent flying backward, crashing heavily against the marble front desk.
Qin Wen was mesmerized by Xia Feng's sudden appearance, her eyes sparkling like stars, her mind filled with girlish infatuation.
"Xiao Wen, are you alright?" Xia Lin and the others came over to ask with concern.
"I'm fine," Qin Wen shook her head. She was fine, and had even kicked the man.
The man, kicked against the marble, couldn't get up for a long time. He muttered something in a foreign tongue, his eyes fiercely glaring at Xia Feng.
"Call the police, hurry and call the police."
"Call security. Someone is causing trouble here and has injured someone."
Other employees in the store fumbled for their phones and started calling for help.
Two people helped up the store owner, who pointed at Xia Feng and said, "None of you are leaving today."
Hughes Wang and Pope Paul, waiting outside, heard the commotion and walked in. They saw the store owner pointing at Xia Feng and speaking harshly. Their eyes narrowed, and they rushed towards Xia Feng.
"Master, leave this matter to me. You don't need to waste time on people like this and affect your shopping mood."
Hughes Wang and Pope Paul said almost in unison.
This was a good opportunity to show off, and neither of them wanted to miss it.
"This person owes her wages. You two stay here and handle it. I need to get her satisfactory compensation. We can bully them, but they cannot bully our Xia Country people. This is the ultimate truth."
After saying this, Xia Feng left with Xia Lin and the others.
"Stop that person, don't let him run away," the store owner yelled at the staff, wanting to stop Xia Feng and the others.
Hughes Wang walked over and slapped the owner, saying, "Don't worry, no one will leave. I'll stay here and play with you slowly today."
The owner was dazed by Hughes Wang's slap. The staff, who were paid wages, saw these people resort to violence at the drop of a hat and dared not try to stop Xia Feng from leaving.
A few minutes after Xia Feng left, the mall security arrived with reinforcements. Seeing this, Hughes Wang leaped forward and kicked them all to the ground.
Since Xia Feng's mood had been affected, it was time for them to show off.
The owner was clearly surprised that these two Westerners were helping Xia Country people and was momentarily taken aback.
At this moment, Pope Paul took out his phone, dialed a number, and said calmly, "Dubai Commercial Plaza, I need you to arrive immediately. I am very angry."
Seeing this, Hughes Wang became anxious. He couldn't let Pope Paul hog all the glory. Following suit, he took out his phone and dialed a number, calling the "Fan Tong Ban Deng" (literally "Food Bucket Bench").
Hughes Wang was a legendary figure in the United States. While his strength might not match Pope Paul's, his influence in the secular world was considerable.
"Lord Hughes Wang, hello."
Ban Deng hadn't received a call from Hughes Wang in a long time, so he was a little flustered by the sudden call.
Ban Deng was getting older and more timid. Last time he got out of a car, he fell flat on his face, his shoes flying off.
"My master is very angry in Dubai, and I am even more angry. You send someone who can make decisions over here. I am at the Dubai Shopping Center."
Hughes Wang spoke in a flat tone, as if he were ordering a subordinate to Ban Deng.
"Okay, please wait. We have Marines nearby. Do you need support?" Ban Deng quickly replied, also asking if Hughes Wang needed support.
"No need. Send someone who can speak to calm my master's anger," Hughes Wang refused.
He knew Ban Deng wanted to flatter him, whether it was flattering him or his master, he couldn't let him steal the spotlight.
"Okay, I'll arrange it immediately," Ban Deng replied quickly.
Hughes Wang grunted and hung up the phone.
"Who did you call?" Pope Paul asked with a smile after seeing Hughes Wang finish his call.
"I don't know," Hughes Wang shook his head.
"He's really stingy, keeping this from me too?" Pope Paul was speechless for a moment.
"I really don't know. I'll find out when they arrive. I called someone from the US, Fan Tong. I don't know anyone here in Dubai. Who did you call?" Hughes Wang explained.
He genuinely didn't know who Ban Deng would call. Regardless, if Ban Deng came forward, it would at least be a prince-level figure.
"A local sheikh from the Emirates Council," Pope Paul said calmly.
Dubai is not a single country; it is one of the United Arab Emirates, with its own autonomy. Subsequently, seven emirates formed the Emirates Council, composed of seven sheikhs, local hereditary nobles, and wealthy merchants.
Therefore, the Emirates Council held considerable power, second only to the king.
"Oh, that's good. If someone from the Emirates Council comes, even princes will have to bow and salute," Hughes Wang praised after hearing this.
"It's just a small matter, a small matter."
Pope Paul repeatedly waved his hands, a smug smile appearing on his face.