After leaving the airport in South Africa, Jian Heng saw several people coming to pick him up. One of the Chinese-faced people saw Jian Heng coming out of the passage and immediately waved to the people behind him, and then took the lead in greeting Jian Heng.

"Mr. Jian?" The visitor walked to Jian Heng, stopped and asked, while stretching out his hand to Jian Heng: "I am Mr. Zuo Tong's friend, my name is Chen Cheng."

Jian Heng reached out and shook with him: "Thank you, Mr. Chen."

The middle-aged man named Chen Cheng reached out to introduce the few people behind him, all of whom were black: "They will accompany the husband to the Kimberley area, but I would like to remind you that it is best not to go anywhere, because now there is a mess and the situation is deteriorating."

"Thank you for your reminder, but I have friends over there, so it won't work if I don't go." Jian Heng shook hands with the black man who looked like a four-person bodyguard and replied.

After a little greeting, the five of them left the airport together.

After leaving the airport, Jian Heng found that Chen Cheng had prepared an old-fashioned Land Rover for himself, with the British flag flying on it.

Chen Cheng helped Jian Heng open the car door, then signaled the four black bodyguards to get into the car, and whispered to Jian Heng in Chinese: "It is dangerous for us Chinese or white people to go there now, and even black people are still divided. These four have been working in my company for some years. If possible, listen to their opinions."

"Thank you really, this time, I'll do it well when I come back, thank you for your help," Jian Heng said seriously.

Chen Cheng said: "It is necessary for Chinese people to take care of each other when they go out. Don't delay the situation immediately. The shorter the time you stay in the ghost place, the better. These dog-daddy people are just unstable. A good Nanqing has become such a ghost."

"Let's go!" Jian Heng looked at the four bodyguards who had all sat down, so he said to Chen Cheng. The enthusiasm of his compatriots in foreign countries made Jian Heng a little moved.

Chen Cheng nodded after hearing this, said, "It's a good journey," and then helped Jian Heng close the door.

After leaving the airport, Lu Hu rushed straight to Kimberley. A few black bodyguards changed their journey, and almost ran without a rest.

After leaving home, Jian Heng entered the endless mode along the way, because every extra second delay was a little more dangerous for Mrs. Curtis.

When there were still ten kilometers away from Kimberley's periphery, Jian Heng had already seen a thick smoke rising from the city through the window. From time to time, there were some black men who were screaming, running past the car with a arrogant look on their faces. Even some black women holding children were holding stolen food and other things, and their faces also had disgusting smiles.

The closer you get to the city, the more shocking you see. Jian Heng, who has been growing up in a peaceful society, has experienced a dark construction site, but what he sees now is far from comparable to the dark construction site. Just as the car passed by the roadside, there were several black men dragging a woman with the same dark skin. However, this woman looks a little bit like a mixed-race black man. As for what to drag her to do, I will know after thinking about it.

Seeing this white man like a fat pig, a term immediately popped up in Jian Heng's mind: Ukrainian fat pig!

The man was not tall, nodding at most 1.7 meters away. However, according to Jian Heng's vision, his weight was at least between 19 and 200 kilograms. His belly was almost as good as a table when sitting on a recliner. The huge gold chain on his neck and the dazzling gem ring flashed on his hands. He could tell at a glance that this fat man was a low-level cultural level, but he was a guy who could not be more generous.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Seeing the black bodyguard walking in with Jian Heng, the Ukrainian fat pig snapped his fingers twice, then hooked his hand and signaled to bring Jian Heng to him.

"You are the Henry Gene, the Chinese among the Americans? Cough! Cough!" The Ukrainian white pig coughed after saying that.

The big white pig coughed, and a beautiful black-skinned woman next to her immediately took a small spittoon and came up.

After spitting out, the Ukrainian fat pig opened its small eyes and stared at Jian Heng. Although he looked vulgar, Jian Heng had to admit that the Ukrainian fat pig had a sharp look and a bit of a stunning power, which seemed to be able to see through at first sight.

"Chinese people are just American nationality, for the sake of convenience of walking," Jian Heng said quietly.

"You are very brave!" The Ukrainian fat pig actually gave a little appreciation in his eyes.

"Can you let me go if you beg for mercy?" Jian Heng shrugged.

With space in hand, Jian Heng's courage has indeed increased a lot.

"Let you go? That's impossible, because I'm just helping a friend. Whether to let you go is not decided by me, but by her," said the Ukrainian fat pig with a smile.

After saying that, he raised his hand to signal to the black man behind Jian Heng.

Seeing the movements of the Ukrainian fat pig, the black bodyguard let go of Jian Heng's arm, bent his waist slightly at the Ukrainian fat pig, and turned around and left.

The Ukrainian fat pig didn't even look at the black bodyguard who left, but pointed to the recliner beside him and signaled Jian Heng to sit down.
Chapter completed!