Traveling back thirty years to Conan, intercepting Princess Eri

The white American soldier showed no remorse whatsoever; instead, he looked at the crowd arrogantly with a disdainful smile on his lips.
"You yellow-skinned monkey, all you do is make a racket! Get lost! Don't delay the people behind you from their inspection!"

"White pig, do you dare repeat what you just said?"

Lin Xiuyi could no longer hold back. He looked at the American soldier with icy eyes and retorted without any politeness.

He had abhorred such racist remarks in his previous life, and now that the other party dared to insult him to his face, he naturally would not swallow his anger.

Lin Xiuyi's words immediately enraged the nearby white soldiers, who put down their work, rolled up their sleeves, and prepared to cause trouble for Lin Xiuyi.

However, a few Black soldiers nearby secretly smiled.

Clearly, they also quite agree with the term "white pigs." These white soldiers usually bully them because of their skin color, and now that someone has stood up for them, they are naturally happy to see it happen.

"Fuck! How dare you insult us!"

The arrogant white soldier was so angry that his face turned red. He waved his fist and was about to charge at Lin Xiuyi.

Before he could even get close to Hayashi Hideichi, Kudo Yusaku grabbed his wrist.

Kudo Yusaku was extremely strong, and the soldier was gripped so tightly that he couldn't move and was in pain.

Several white soldiers nearby saw this and gathered around, wanting to help.

Yusaku Kudo was not afraid at all. He looked coldly at the soldiers and said in a clear voice, "He is just a minor who is still in high school. So many of you are besieging him. If word gets out, it will not be good for the image of the US military. If things get out of hand, you had better think carefully about the consequences!"

These white soldiers were used to being arrogant and wouldn't take Kudo Yusaku's words seriously.

They remain restless, and the conflict is on the verge of escalating.

Fortunately, at that moment, an officer in charge of maintaining order at the base heard the commotion and quickly walked over.

He frowned and inquired about the details. When he learned that it was his soldiers who had insulted Lin Xiuyi first, which had triggered the conflict, his expression immediately turned grim.

Even so, the officer did not punish the foul-mouthed soldier. He simply waved him away from the checkpoint and then addressed Lin Xiuyi and the others.

"Alright, it's just a misunderstanding. Everyone, please continue boarding and don't delay your trip."

"Misunderstanding? This is not a misunderstanding at all!"

Eri Kisaki trembled with rage. She stepped forward, looked directly at the officer, and said firmly,

"His words were an insult to all Asians, and he must apologize to us!"

“Miss, I didn’t hear him swearing,” the officer said, resorting to a rogue tactic. “I think we should leave it at that. Or are you not planning to go to Los Angeles, but rather stay here and cooperate with our investigation of terrorists?”

The threatening tone in the second half of the sentence was quite obvious; if they continued to argue, they would likely be detained again.

Eri was so angry that she wanted to say something more, but Lin Xiuyi pulled her back.

"Forget it," Lin Xiuyi shook his head and said calmly, "If we keep making a scene, we'll definitely be the ones who suffer. Anyway, I've already gotten my revenge."

"Lin-kun is right." Kudo Yusaku's gaze swept over the soldiers who were still eyeing him menacingly, and he spoke up to remind them.
"The recent trade friction between the US and Japan has intensified, and anti-Japanese sentiment among the public is already serious. It's normal for the US military here to harbor resentment towards the Japanese. Your most important task now is to get to Los Angeles as soon as possible and complete your summer camp itinerary. There's no need to waste time with them here."

Eri Kisaki listened to the advice of Shuichi Hayashi and Yusaku Kudo. Although she was still indignant, she knew that they had a point.

The girl bit her lip, but finally nodded and boarded the plane to Los Angeles with Lin Xiuyi and the others.

The plane slowly took off, and through the porthole, the scenery of the Aleutian Islands gradually became smaller.

But the insults and biases shown by the US military just now were like a thorn, deeply embedded in everyone's hearts, making them more wary and uneasy about their upcoming trip to the United States.

The United States, a country that once represented freedom and beauty in the hearts of many, is now revealing its ugly side.

……

The plane ascended back to an altitude of 10,000 meters. The clouds outside the window were like fluffy cotton wool. Sunlight streamed through the window into the cabin, but it failed to dispel the gloom in Eri's heart.

With a stern face, she took out a thick law book from her backpack. The edge of the cover was still covered in dust, which was from when she was roughly thrown to the ground by American soldiers that morning.

As her fingertips caressed the familiar pages, the girl hoped to calm her emotions through reading.

But as soon as she turned to the first page, she suddenly remembered something, immediately put down the book, and began rummaging through the various pockets of her backpack.

Lin Xiuyi, who was sitting next to her, noticed her flustered state, put down his water glass, and asked in puzzlement, "What's wrong?"

The argument at the US military base had already left Eri Kisaki feeling very angry, and her sudden anxiety now clearly indicated that something new had happened.

“I was worried that I wouldn’t have any money if I lost my wallet, so I specifically hid more than two hundred dollars in a hidden compartment inside my backpack,” Eri Kisaki said, her face flushed. “But I’ve searched it several times and I still can’t find the money! It must have been stolen by those American soldiers who were searching the place!”

The thought that those American soldiers not only insulted her but also took the opportunity to steal made Eri Kisaki feel like her chest was on fire, and even her breathing became rapid.

“This is normal,”

Sitting on the other side, Yusaku Kudo put down his pen, his tone already one of complete indifference.

"The U.S. military is known for its lax discipline. We were on their territory just now, and we didn't encounter anything worse. We only lost some money, so we were lucky."

He had been to the United States several times to gather writing material and had heard about the chaos at US military bases. He even wrote similar plots in his novels.

Even so, Eri Kisaki still felt increasingly unwilling to accept it.

She clutched the empty pocket tightly, her eyes slightly red: "That money was for emergencies, how could they be so rude? Not only are they disrespectful, but they also steal!"

"No! When I get to Los Angeles, I'm going to write to the American newspapers and tell them everything that happened today!"

The girl's eyes were full of stubbornness.

"I want to expose all the atrocities committed by the US military and let everyone know their true colors!"

"Give up, it's no use." Lin Xiuyi shook her head slightly, her tone tinged with helplessness. "Do you think American newspapers will speak up for a few foreign students like us?" (End of Chapter)