"Brother A Zhe?"
Hearing Shen Yao utter that appellation, Mo Chen's alarm bells immediately went off, feeling as if sourness was bubbling up all over him.
Who was this person? Why did Yao Yao call him so familiarly? It sounded like they had a good relationship.
The man, upon hearing "Brother A Zhe," remained expressionless and did not look at Shen Yao, as if she wasn't addressing him at all.
"I'm sorry, miss, but you must have mistaken me for someone else. My name is Ai Si," Ai Si said to Shen Yao, his tone polite.
Although his tone was polite, it was evident that Ai Si did not wish to engage with them, even showing a hint of impatience in dealing with them.
Mo Chen's gaze remained fixed on Shen Yao, observing her, wanting to gauge her thoughts.
Shen Yao looked at Ai Si, preparing to speak, when she noticed a group of people approaching in the distance.
Everyone in the group was tall and burly. Even the two seductive women were quite tall, almost reaching 1.8 meters!
The two women were wearing revealing slip dresses with slits going up to their thighs, showcasing their hot and sexy figures. Every step they took was enough to make one's blood surge.
The men were dressed in tank tops and beach shorts, some even wearing just beach shorts, their muscles bulging, exuding power.
"Ai Si, what are you doing?" one of the women in a red dress walked directly up to Ai Si, then hooked her arm through his, her ample cleavage pressing against his arm.
After asking her question, she didn't forget to look at Shen Yao, her eyes filled with provocation.
"Nothing much, let's go," Ai Si replied, without glancing at Shen Yao again, and prepared to leave with the woman.
As they were leaving, they heard someone speak. It was one of the men with the women.
One of the men was muscular, with dark skin, clearly of African descent. His name was Jesse.
Jesse looked at Shen Yao, then with a lewd grin, his eyes repeatedly scanning Shen Yao.
"Pretty Chinese doll, it's my first time seeing such a beautiful porcelain doll," Jesse said with a smile, preparing to reach out and grab Shen Yao.
Mo Chen's gaze immediately darkened. He stepped forward and slapped Jesse's hand away. The crisp sound indicated that the force was not small.
It was this sharp sound that stunned everyone, and they all involuntarily looked in the direction of the sound.
Ai Si turned his head and saw Jesse clutching his arm, glaring angrily at Mo Chen, with Mo Chen protecting Shen Yao behind him.
Ai Si immediately understood what had happened, cursed under his breath, and then glared fiercely at Jesse, "Jesse, what are you doing! Don't mess things up!"
Seeing Ai Si's expression, everyone knew that Ai Si was genuinely angry. Even Jesse, whose eyes had been filled with murderous intent as he looked at Mo Chen, flinched slightly.
"Ai Si, don't interfere. This yellow-skinned monkey dared to hit me! I'll teach him a lesson!" Although Jesse was somewhat afraid of Ai Si, he did not give up his intention of retaliating against Mo Chen.
"Yellow-skinned monkey? Black, pig." Mo Chen, not taking Jesse seriously at all, directly retaliated with sarcasm.
In the hearts of black people, there was nothing more insulting than the word "black pig," especially when the term carried racial discrimination.
In earlier years, black people were treated as slaves, bought, sold, and killed at will. At that time, they were called black pigs, implying they were like livestock, at the mercy of others.
Indeed, upon hearing Mo Chen call him a black pig, Jesse's fists immediately clenched, and he lunged directly at Mo Chen.
Although Mo Chen's physique was greatly different from Jesse's, Mo Chen was not as simple as he looked. In fact, dealing with Jesse was not a difficult task.
Mo Chen caught Jesse's lunging fist, flipped backward, then moved forward, directly punching Jesse in the forehead, knocking him out cold onto the ground.
As Jesse fell to the ground, a trace of blood seeped from his nose and mouth.
Seeing Jesse lying on the ground, everyone was shocked. After all, in their eyes, Mo Chen daring to provoke Jesse meant certain death.
This was a small island, and Jesse was one of them. Even if Mo Chen were beaten to death, at most, they would just throw him into the sea.
The creatures in the sea would naturally be the best helpers for disposing of the body.
However, the situation was reversed. The one who died was not the yellow-skinned person, but rather the muscular Jesse who was severely injured.
"Damn it!"
"Son of a bitch, useless piece of trash who can't do anything right but ruin everything!"
"Jesse, you garbage!"
...
Jesse's accomplices cursed, then wanted to go and deal with Mo Chen directly. Even though they looked down on Jesse, they were still a group.
Having beaten Jesse this badly was naturally an insult to them as well.
Just as those people were about to charge forward, a man wearing sunglasses spoke up to stop them, "Enough!"
"We are not here to cause trouble. You two, take Jesse and leave quickly."
Although the man in sunglasses stopped his companions from teaching Mo Chen a lesson, his gaze towards Mo Chen remained fierce, clearly holding onto the grudge.
However, for some reason, he did not directly cause further trouble.
"Be careful, little brother." Irene, the other woman, made a gun gesture towards Mo Chen, then blew on her fingers and smiled as she turned to leave.
Shen Yao had not participated in the events, as her gaze had been constantly fixed on Ai Si.
At that very moment, she had confirmed that Ai Si was indeed the person she was looking for.
This was also why she hadn't retaliated against Jesse's provocation. Because if this person was truly Zhang Zhe, then he would definitely make some other move.
After all, throughout her childhood, whenever someone tried to bully her, Zhang Zhe, her neighborly brother, was always the first to stand up for her.
Even though they hadn't seen each other for so long, Shen Yao believed that their relationship would never drift apart because of such reasons.
As expected, her gamble paid off.
The moment Ai Si couldn't help but intervene and stop Jesse, he had indirectly admitted that he was Zhang Zhe.
Even if Zhang Zhe's words of intervention carried a different meaning.
After this group had left, Mo Chen finally looked at Shen Yao and asked his question.
"Yao Yao, who is he?"
Even though Mo Chen tried to use the most peaceful tone when asking, he couldn't help but sound jealous.
Shen Yao naturally felt it and said, "Do you remember Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang?"
Uncle and Aunt Zhang? Were they the couple who helped out at the farmstead?
"Could he be Uncle and Aunt Zhang's..."