Thump thump thump thump!
Seeing Yang Yifan rushing over, the few of them snapped back to their senses and revealed a cruel sneer on their faces. In their eyes, Yang Yifan was still covered in wounds. Such a heavily injured fellow actually wanted to kill them?
This was simply a joke!
Whoosh!
The five fingers of his left hand suddenly clenched into a fist and smashed out!
"Watch me deal with him." One of the Koreans harrumphed and calmly took a step forward." Today, only this damned Chinese person knows how powerful we Koreans are.”
Of course, if Yang Yifan wasn't injured, this guy would probably have knelt down and begged for mercy long ago.
Whoosh!
That guy also punched.
However, it missed in an instant.
What was that?
His expression changed. He was injured, but he was still so fast?
Bang!
The huge fist landed directly on the guy's face, and a dull sound of flesh could be heard. The guy's head suddenly swung to the side, and his mouth opened wide. A mouthful of blood mixed with his teeth spat out.
The terrified expression on his face froze as Yang Yifan's left hand had already landed on his neck. With a twist, a cracking sound rang out, followed by the terrifying sound of bones cracking.
He was dead!
How could a heavily injured man kill their comrade?
The remaining two bulbous eyes widened. They simply could not believe what they were seeing. This was too unreal.
They were stunned, but Yang Yifan didn't delay at all. With a stomp of his foot, he rushed over. When he arrived in front of those guys, he leaped up and swept out with his right foot, like a thick iron rod.
"Quick, call..."
Bang!
Before he could finish, the guy shut his mouth completely. Yang Yifan's right foot smashed into his temple, and he suddenly rushed to the side until he hit the wall with a thud.
However, he could no longer say anything. His entire body was trembling non-stop. Blood kept flowing out of his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears. His temples were one of the fatal acupoints of the human body. This guy was not going to live.
Thump.
After landing lightly, Yang Yifan's body suddenly bounced and rushed to the front of a stick that was retreating.
That fellow gritted his teeth and tried his best to stop him.
However, it was too late.
Bang!
Yang Yifan was like a rampaging bull, directly bumping into that guy.
It felt like he had been hit by a speeding car. Bangzi felt as if all the bones in his body were about to fall apart, and he flew back uncontrollably.
However, he did not fly out. Yang Yifan grabbed his collar and dragged him back. Then, with a bang, the stick was smashed to the ground by Yang Yifan.
Wuuuu!
Being stepped on by Yang Yifan, the stick kept struggling, his face full of grievance. He had never thought that one day, he would be beaten up by the Chinese people he looked down on the most.
More importantly, this Chinese man was covered in injuries. Wouldn't that make them look like weak chickens?
"Even if you, kill us, you, you won't be able to live.”
He squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth. That fellow was filled with hatred as he stared at Yang Yifan with hatred. If looks could kill, then Yang Yifan would have died countless times already.
"I don't know if I'm dead or not, but I know that you're dead for sure.”
Yang Yifan glanced at the side, then squatted down and strangled the guy's neck with his left hand. Then, he dragged him to the side.
This damned guy didn't kill him?
That stick had a puzzled expression.
But soon, his expression changed because he saw the toilet in front of him.
"You…"
"Don't you Koreans like shit and urine? Today, I'll let you eat to your heart's content." Yang Yifan snorted lightly, grabbed the stick, and went straight into the toilet.
"No, no..."
The stick's face had already turned green, and he kept struggling. Although he was mentally prepared to die, he had never thought of dying like this.
When the toilet pit filled with floating feces and urine appeared in front of him, the fear on his face reached a peak. Just looking at him made him feel extremely disgusted, let alone eating it.
"If you beg me, I'll let you go. How about it?”
Beg for mercy?
A ruthless look flashed across the stick's face.
Crash!
Yang Yifan dragged him to the edge of the toilet pit, and the stench assaulted his nostrils. The fellow immediately became afraid. He closed his eyes as if he had lost all his strength and said weakly,"I beg, beg, you."
These Koreans only had this bit of backbone. What right did they have to be compared to China? To be enemies with these guys was a true insult to China.
Bang!
He kicked the guy and he immediately fell into the toilet pit.
"You…"
"I was just joking with you."
F * ck!
The thug cursed in his heart. Then, his vision turned black and his entire body fell into the toilet pit.
Yang Yifan raised his hand and rubbed his stomach. He was getting hungrier and hungrier. He felt like there was a cow in front of him, but he could still eat it. No, he had to find something to eat immediately.
Seeing that there was no movement from the stick, Yang Yifan turned around and left, not knowing if he was suffocating or furious. He walked quickly to the side.
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