"Chinese dog, get out."
"Get lost."
There was a burst of noise coming from outside the window. Looking at the dense rods outside, Yang Yifan's expression did not change at all. Beside him, there were a few gas cans that he had just brought up from the kitchen downstairs.
Pa!
An orange flame rose.
It had only been a few days since he transmigrated to this world. Yang Yifan discovered that this place was roughly the same as the original world. Only some small things had changed, and he still had to discover them.
This time, he came to the Koreans because the original owner of the body he possessed was sent to collect debts. Due to the situation, a Korean company ran away and owed a large sum of wages to the workers.
What Yang Yifan didn't expect was that he was surrounded by a group of Korean nationalists before he even went to the headquarters of the Korean company.
At this critical moment, Yang Yifan felt that even if he died, he could not beg for mercy from the Koreans and take half a step back, right?
"Smash him to death."
"Damned Chinese dog, how dare you punish us?”
The Korean crowd was furious and kept squeezing towards the hotel's entrance. Some police officers at the side were smiling and smoking in a circle, as if they did not see that a bloody riot was about to happen.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Rocks kept flying up from below.
Huala, huala!
The window shattered, and large pieces of glass flew everywhere.
Thump! Thump!
Bricks kept falling to the floor.
F * ck!
Yang Yifan dodged and cursed in his heart. Are these Koreans for real?
Clang!
He dragged a gas tank to the window, and his face revealed a hint of ruthlessness. These people wanted him dead, so why didn't he drag a few of them down with him? Did they really think that the Chinese were heartless?
Buzz!
He opened the valve, and a pungent smell immediately gushed out.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
He pressed the lighter, and a dazzling flame immediately burned.
"F * ck you, catch it."
With a move of his hands, Yang Yifan threw the burning gas tank out of the window.
"F * ck."
"Move aside."
"Oh my god, it's a gas tank."
"It's going to explode."
Just a moment ago, the stick that was about to kill Yang Yifan into a thousand pieces was suddenly in chaos. It desperately retreated. The entire scene was in chaos, and people were thrown into chaos.
Thump! Thump!
The gas tank hit the ground and rolled.
"Get out of the way. Let me back off."
"No, it's going to explode. Save me."
The few Koreans at the front looked at the burning gas tank and were so scared that they were about to cry. Moreover, the crotch of two of them had obviously been shitted. They were actually scared to the point of peeing.
Looking at the Koreans crying for their parents, Yang Yifan laughed contemptuously. With the Koreans 'character, they still dared to fight with China. Could it be that they had to rely on their mouths?
The policemen beside them were also dumbfounded. Since when did Chinese people have such guts?
Didn't they hear that Chinese people were very timid? No matter what happened, they wouldn't dare to fight back.
Of course, they didn't know that this was only a small portion of Chinese people. Moreover, those people were basically rich and powerful people. The majority of the middle and lower class Chinese people still maintained the blood that had been flowing in the Chinese people's bodies for 5,000 years.
"Quick, call the fire brigade."
"That guy is very dangerous.”
The Korean policeman shouted. Looking at the red-hot gas tank, no one stepped forward, not even a step.
Yang Yifan could only laugh at this. This was the so-called foreign country.
Some Chinese people had always thought that the moon in foreign countries was round, as if the foreign PM 2.5 was more fragrant than the domestic one. Now, they really should let those traitors see this scene.
There had been such a thing in China before. However, the burning gas tank was directly carried by the Chinese firefighters and police officers and thrown into an uninhabited safe area.
And this was the difference.
"Quick, catch him."
"Dammit, they actually want to kill us.”
After retreating, the group of frightened Koreans once again shouted, but this time, no one dared to go forward because they saw Yang Yifan lift up another gas tank.
"Come on, didn't you want to come?”
"Come, come, come. If I don't kill a few of them today, I won't be a Chinese.”
They didn't understand Yang Yifan's words, but there were some Koreans who understood Chinese and quickly translated them. Instantly, a large group of Koreans were so angry that their bodies trembled. Their faces were filled with grievance. They really wanted to rush over, but they were worried about their lives.
"Call the SWAT team over and cripple him."
"Yes, he's a terrorist. He must be cut into pieces.”
The stick once again used their trump card and started a war of words.
Wuwuwu!
There was already the faint sound of an alarm. Yang Yifan knew that the Korean SWAT team was definitely here. He probably couldn't leave. However, he had nothing to regret. At least he didn't embarrass China in front of a group of Koreans.
Ding!
At this moment, a soft voice suddenly appeared in his mind.
"Still iron-blooded and unyielding. Congratulations, host, for activating the plunder system.”
Plunder the system?
Yang Yifan was stunned. What was this? Could it be that he was hallucinating?
"Congratulations, host. You have received a big gift bag.”
Big gift bag?
Yang Yifan was even more confused. What was this?
"Host, would you like to open the big gift bag?”
"Yes."
Yang Yifan replied subconsciously.
"Ding…congratulations to host for obtaining super luck plundering. Duration: 1 hour.”
This?
Yang Yifan's eyes widened. Super Fate Plunder, what the hell was this?
Wuwuwu!
However, he didn't have time to think about it because the alarm was already very loud. The Korean SWAT team had already driven over and was about to arrive. He reckoned that it would be very difficult for him to leave alive.
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