"This Copa América qualifier is about whether Argentina can secure a spot in the main draw in advance. It's a key match. Can we see the good..."
In the restaurant, there was a huge screen broadcasting a live match.
Argentina versus Colombia.
This was quite an interesting game.
Many fans wore Argentina jerseys and came to the restaurant to dine and watch the match.
Deng Kai had made a reservation in advance.
It was the best table for watching the game.
But now, that table was occupied by a group of Argentinians wearing blue and white stripes.
It looked like they were Argentine visitors.
"Hello, this seat seems to be ours. Are you sitting in the wrong place?" Deng Kai tried to communicate with them in fluent Spanish.
"Ah?" A female fan from the other side came over to check the situation.
Deng Kai showed his reservation information.
When it comes to watching football, seat position really matters.
So Deng Kai had specifically booked the best seat in advance, even paying an extra 20 euros.
Different tables had different prices.
"Um... I don't know what happened. Maybe you can go to another table." After confirming that the table did indeed belong to Deng Kai, the female fan lost interest in continuing the conversation.
She turned her head back to the big screen, acting as if nothing had happened.
Maybe she didn't know at first, but after finding out, she still chose to do nothing. In essence, she was no different from the people in her group who had taken someone else's seat.
Birds of a feather.
So Deng Kai went to the person in the group who seemed to be able to communicate: "Excuse me, how did you get this table? This is the one I reserved. You might be in the wrong seat."
Deng Kai interrupted the Argentinians' cheerful atmosphere.
One of the sturdy Argentinians stepped forward: "Hey, boy, I don't care if this is your seat. Since we're sitting here, we're not giving it up."
"If you want to eat or watch the game, you can get the hell out… and find another place, understand?"
Deng Kai's face darkened, but he still maintained his last bit of courtesy: "I know you're Argentinian, and we came here today to watch Argentina's qualifier."
"We all support Maradona. Even if he's retired, we're still willing to watch Argentina's matches and have a meal..."
The strong Argentine interrupted Deng Kai: "I said, impossible. We're not giving up our seats. It doesn't matter who you support. Here! Now! It belongs to Argentinians!"
"Wow!"
The Argentinians cheered as the match officially began.
They celebrated loudly, creating a lively atmosphere.
Because this was a fan restaurant, such celebrations were normal, and the noise was loud. Others didn't notice that Deng Kai was arguing with them over seats.
They probably thought they were just chatting.
"Mad! This is too much bullying!" Yu Shihao had witnessed everything.
"As I said, Asians get treated like this all the time in Europe and America," Kai said.
"But they're Argentinian. Isn't Argentina in South America?" Hao Junmin looked confused.
"They speak Spanish, and most of the people there are white. Argentinians have always seen themselves as Europeans," Shao Jiawei said. "I used to like Maradona, so I couldn't understand his dark history."
"He even shot at Argentinian journalists and fans!"
"But now… I kind of understand him."
"If Argentinians are like this, even if I joined their national team, I'd burn my jersey and retire on the spot. It's embarrassing to play for them—they're too shitty."
"Forget it, let's go. We'll just take the loss. I'll never treat Argentinians again in my life," Yu Shihao stepped forward, planning to persuade Deng Kai to leave.
After all, Deng Kai wasn't someone who liked to escalate things.
Except for being obsessed with training, Mr. Kai was usually easy to talk to and gentle.
"Cristiano Ronaldo! Flip the table!"
The gentle Deng Kai gave the order directly.
Bang!
Cristiano Ronaldo rushed over and flipped the table.
Everything shattered across the floor.
The Argentinians, who had been cheering too loudly to hear Deng Kai earlier, finally snapped back to reality. Their faces were filled with anger.
"Fuck you—" The strong Argentine who had been arguing with Deng Kai threw a punch.
But the next moment, a wine bottle smashed into his head.
The other party had made the first move.
Deng Kai was acting in self-defense.
This fight? Totally justified!
"Cao Nima! Fuck them!" Deng Kai kicked forward and charged into the crowd.
Yu Shihao and the others might not understand Deng Kai—but how could Ronaldo not?
They were the guys who once crushed a group of football thugs at sunset!
Ronaldo had already flipped the table and was ready.
Seeing someone throw a punch, he kicked him away, then swung his fists, beating the hell out of the Argentinians.
Don't ask why—he just always felt uncomfortable when facing Argentinians.
"What the hell!" Wu Xudong, a former street brawler from Tongliao, felt his blood boil instantly.
His muscles didn't look exaggerated, but they were as hard as concrete.
Shao Jiawei was strong and sturdy, even a bit taller than Ronaldo. His physical condition ranked among the best in the entire Sporting Lisbon U17 squad.
As soon as he stepped in, he knocked two people down instantly—clearly holding back.
Hao Junmin and Yu Shihao hovered around the edges, keeping an eye on Deng Kai. Whenever someone tried to attack him, they rushed in to block or shove them away.
Professional players—even if they don't look intimidating—are never weak in a fight.
Their movements on the pitch could easily send an ordinary person to the hospital for months.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! When all the waiters in the restaurant rushed over, the fight was already over.
"What are you doing? How dare you cause trouble here! Akers, call the police—go report it quickly… wait!" The restaurant manager was no ordinary person. He had intended to handle things forcefully, but then he recognized Deng Kai and Ronaldo.
Aren't these the heroes of Portugal's U16 European Championship?
The Sporting Lisbon twins!
"Cristiano Ronaldo, Kai, you..." The manager was stunned.
Deng Kai told Shao Jiawei and the others to flip the table back, then picked up a chair and sat down as if nothing had happened: "I reserved this seat in advance, but when I arrived, it was already occupied."
"What's going on with your restaurant? Can it still operate like this?"
"If you don't provide this service, then say it clearly. You shouldn't be charging money for it."
"I need an explanation for this table!"
Deng Kai slammed his hand down, and the manager froze.
This was indeed a flaw in their service.
Everyone wanted good seats—otherwise, they wouldn't price them higher.
Local fans understood this, but visiting Argentinians clearly didn't.
More and more spectators gathered.
Many recognized Deng Kai and the others.
People started taking photos and videos.
Deng Kai didn't avoid anything. He sat upright, alone at the table.
There was nothing on the table, and beneath it was a mess—six or seven Argentinians lying on the ground.
"I'm not here to fight or grab anything. What I did today has only one purpose—to tell the Argentinians that you can't take Chinese people's things! If you take them, you give them back!"
Bang!
Deng Kai slammed the table angrily: "Serve!"
The manager was completely numb.
Wu Xudong, standing behind Deng Kai, nodded secretly.
With this style, who would believe Mr. Kai had never been in the streets before?
This was a real-life Kai Brando!
"Why are you still standing there? No more business?" Wu Xudong knew the boss never repeated himself.
Only then did the manager react and immediately signal the waiters to serve the food.
Others helped the Argentinians up from the ground.
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