The little star from the Gobi Desert, handed over to the state, is hailed as a national treasure.

George Yang initially tried to retort with a mix of English and Chinese, but as he continued, he noticed more and more people standing up, some even rolling up their sleeves, looking ready to fight. He was intimidated by the crowd's momentum and gradually lost his confidence, no longer daring to be as arrogant as before.

Seeing that her husband couldn't get away with it, Mary stopped screaming and quietly tugged at Henry's sleeve. Henry had been crying for a while, but seeing everyone cursing his parents, he was too frightened to cry anymore and timidly hid in Mary's arms, sobbing softly.

"You...you just wait! I will definitely report you to Mr. Enlip!" George Yang said fiercely, trying to save face.

Just then, the managers of the food and beverage area and the housekeeping department parted the crowd and quickly walked up to Yang Qiaozhi.

"Mr. Yang," the housekeeping manager said coldly, "I regret to inform you that your check-in has been cancelled. Please pack your belongings as soon as possible and vacate our guesthouse before 1 p.m.

"What?!" Yang Qiaozhi jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, his face full of disbelief. "Why won't you let me check in?! I'm an overseas Chinese! I have American citizenship! You can't treat me like this!"

This time, he panicked completely and blurted out only Chinese—he no longer cared about showing off his English.

"It's very simple," Manager Huang said coldly. "Our guesthouse does not accommodate people who look down on or insult Great Xia. Furthermore, your behavior has seriously violated the dignity of our citizens, and we will formally lodge a protest with the Eagle Embassy."

"You...you're talking nonsense!" George Yang panicked instantly. He wasn't a native of the United States, and the American embassy wouldn't protect him like they would their own citizens.

Moreover, he has only held British citizenship for less than a year. If anything changes during this year, Britain can revoke his citizenship certificate at any time.

He had had enough of racial discrimination in the United States, and having finally returned to his homeland, he wanted to put on airs, regain some sense of superiority, and get everyone to look up to him and give them preferential treatment in every way. But he never expected that his impulsive act would backfire so badly that the other side would actually dare to kick them out.

If this gets out, he and his wife will lose all face. More importantly, what will Professor Enlip think of him?

He had worked very hard to get this translation job, and he thought he could accompany Enlip throughout the trip and take the opportunity to curry favor with him. But who knew that Enlip would send them back to the guesthouse, saying that he wanted to meet a "special friend" alone.

George Yang knew perfectly well that anyone whom the arrogant Professor Anlip called a "friend" must be someone of extraordinary status. He vaguely guessed that person might be Professor Qian.

That scientist from Great Britain who was renowned in the United States and even permanently remembered by Caltech.

He admitted that he was filled with jealousy. He considered himself excellent in both his studies and his profession, so why couldn't he get Enlip's attention? Even Caltech, where he taught, never put his name on the wall of honor.

Because before him, a Bactrian's photo and name had already been permanently preserved there.

The Eagle Nation will never allow a second Great Xia person to enjoy this honor.

His achievements are indeed far inferior in many aspects.

Even his so-called "dual allowance for scientific research and military affairs in the United States" was not earned through his own efforts, but rather applied for by Professor Qian's alumni and friends because he was a native of Great Xia.

These things, like a thorn, have been stuck in his heart, making him inexplicably irritable, which led to his unreasonable outburst today.

Seeing that he was in a bind, George Yang could only suppress his anger and panic, and said in broken Chinese, "You can protest, but I don't have time to argue with you right now. I need to see Professor Enlip. Don't forget, he's still negotiating with your country. If the negotiations are delayed, can you bear the responsibility?"

As he spoke, he winked at Mary, signaling her to quickly take her son and leave.

Mary knew that continuing the stalemate would only make things more embarrassing, so she quickly pulled Henry up and tried to leave. But Henry, oblivious to his parents' predicament, continued to stomp his feet and cry, "I'm hungry! Daddy, I haven't had any chicken legs yet! I want fried chicken legs!"

"Shut up! You'll get to eat it in a minute!" Yang Qiaozhi yelled angrily. He only now realized that his son was a complete fool; what kind of time was this to still be thinking about fried chicken legs!

The family of three hurried toward the door, but after taking only two steps, a tall and imposing figure stood firmly in front of them.

This time, he was no longer that little dumpling who wasn't even as tall as the table, but a majestic soldier.

He was dressed in a crisp military uniform, his top button fastened tightly, a bright red star on his cap, and the rank of lieutenant colonel on his shoulder. He stood there quietly, exuding a cold, authoritative aura that sent chills down one's spine.

Yang Qiaozhi had glanced at Liang Zhe in the dining area earlier, assuming he was just an ordinary soldier and not paying him any attention. But now, looking into Liang Zhe's cold eyes, he suddenly remembered that this man was the little baby's father!

His heart skipped a beat, and he realized he was in trouble. He had been so arrogant just now that he had completely forgotten about this.

But then he thought again, soldiers have the strictest discipline, and they would be even less likely to take action against "foreign guests." He was now a citizen of the United Kingdom, and if the man dared to cause trouble, he would have something to hold over him.

Thinking of this, Yang Qiaozhi regained some confidence, arrogantly raised his chin, and snapped at Liang Zhe, "What are you doing? Get out of my way! Don't block my path!"

Liang Zhe's face was ashen, his lips barely moving as he coldly uttered two words: "Apologize."

"Huh?" George Yang thought he had misheard and paused for a moment. "What did you say?"

"Apologize!" Liang Zhe said, each word distinct and clear, his voice low but carrying an undeniable authority.

"Apologize to...who?" George Yang asked instinctively, cold sweat already breaking out on his back.

He had to admit that the lieutenant colonel's imposing aura was truly terrifying.

Liang Zhe raised his hand and pointed to Tian Tian, ​​who was being held in the arms of a guard not far away, and said in an icy tone: "Apologize to her."

After speaking, he slowly turned his head, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, his voice growing increasingly firm and powerful, "I apologize to all the people of Great Xia!"

"You...you're absolutely unreasonable!" George Yang shouted angrily. "Why should I apologize? I'm an American! I'm an overseas Chinese! You can't treat me like this!"

"Apologize!" Liang Zhe was too lazy to waste any more words with him. "Then, get lost!"