Thump thump thump thump!
Just as he turned the corner, a figure pounced over.
Yang Yifan stopped in his tracks and reached for the fruit knife in his pants pocket. If the Koreans wanted to catch him and use him as an excuse to cause trouble for Huaxia Base, there was no way they could do so.
"I knew I would run away."
"Damned Chinese, your death is here.”
A Chinese student who was not good at Chinese spoke. There were five Koreans in total, and they were all wearing military uniforms. Their faces were filled with coldness. How many Koreans had died because of a Chinese? If they did not cut Yang Yifan into pieces, it would be difficult to dispel the hatred in their hearts.
"Cut the crap. Come on."
Yang Yifan gripped the fruit knife tightly. There was no way out, so he could only fight with all his might. Chinese people never lacked courage.
Fruit knife?
A Korean soldier walked over and sized up Yang Yifan. Whether it was the way he held his saber or the way he defended, Yang Yifan was a real ordinary person. There was nothing to be afraid of.
"Hmph, I'll let you use one hand."
F * ck!
Yang Yifan cursed in his heart. Would it kill him if these Koreans didn't have foul mouths and didn't brag?
He looked at his mind. There were still forty-three minutes left for the super luck plunder. It was enough.
Swoosh!
A cold light flashed as Yang Yifan stabbed his saber forward.
"Weak, really weak. You're as weak as a pig, yet you still dare to come here and cause trouble.”
"No wonder Chinese people are called Chinese pigs.”
"Hahaha."
The few Koreans laughed loudly.
Zhi Na pig?
This was the most humiliating word that had ever been used on China, and these guys still dared to say it?
Yang Yifan's killing intent suddenly surged out. As long as he was a real Chinese, he should take action at this time. He wanted to tear these guys 'stinky mouths apart.
Whoosh!
Looking at the knife coming at him, the stick shook his head repeatedly." Not a threat at all. As expected of a weakling."”
As he spoke, he tapped his right foot on the ground and tilted his body slightly.
He dodged it!
A smile appeared on his face. In the next second, he was very confident that he could smash that damned Chinese man's ribs with a punch.
Crack!
At this moment, the sound of cloth tearing rang out. The smile on the stick's face froze, and a chilly feeling came from his crotch.
Damn it, his crotch was torn.
His body, which was originally moving sideways, staggered to the side.
Puff!
The sharp edge of the fruit knife sank into the flesh, and warm blood gushed out.
This?
The pain was like a tidal wave. Looking at the fruit knife that had entered his chest, the Korean's face was filled with disbelief. He had actually been killed by a weak-looking Chinese man with one slash?
Puff!
Yang Yifan's hand pulled back, and the tip of the knife left with a trace of blood.
Thump!
The stick's corpse fell to the ground. Blood was still gushing out of his mouth like a fountain. His face was still frozen with an extremely sullen expression. He died with grievances. His crotch was actually torn. Did he not look at the almanac when he went out?
This was the first time he had killed someone, but Yang Yifan did not feel uncomfortable at all because he had killed a Korean who had humiliated China. He should kill more of such people. How could a small country bully China?
"Damn it, you killed him?"
"Cripple him."
Only then did the remaining four Koreans react. Their expressions changed drastically. Never in their dreams did they expect that their comrade would die in a single exchange.
Swoosh!
Almost without any hesitation, the four Korean soldiers pulled out the pistols at their waists. They wanted to cripple Yang Yifan's limbs and then capture him to torture him so that he would know what regret was.
Whoosh!
Yang Yifan took a deep breath. His eyes were bloodshot. He had no reason to retreat when facing the Koreans, even if they were soldiers and had guns in their hands.
It was because the Chinese soldiers had once stood here, using the simplest weapons and wearing the worn-out military uniforms, but they had beaten up the Koreans and their heavily armed godfather like dead dogs.
"Kill them."
Like a wild beast in a desperate situation, Yang Yifan grabbed the fruit knife and pounced on the four sticks.
"You're courting death."
"Shoot."
The four Koreans were completely enraged. They did not expect that this damned Chinese man would not retreat or beg for mercy in the face of four pistols. Instead, he took the initiative to attack them. It was unforgivable.
Bang! Bang!
A piercing gunshot rang out.
Puff, puff!
Dazzling blood blossomed.
What was that?
The four men widened their eyes in disbelief. They were the ones who were shot? How was this possible?
Yang Yifan stopped in his tracks, his eyes filled with confusion.
Thump thump thump thump!
At this moment, footsteps came from a house behind them. Two figures walked over quickly.
They were accomplices!
Thump, thump, thump. The four men who had fallen to the ground finally understood. Their faces were still frozen with regret. If it weren't for their stinky mouths and their nonsense, they would have killed Yang Yifan long ago. They wouldn't have been killed by others.
"Hurry up and leave."
"What are you waiting for? The Korean army would be arriving soon.”
As soon as the voice sounded, Yang Yifan knew that it was not one of his own people because it was not Chinese, but the Japanese language of the Japanese. Why was he so sure? Because the language of the Japanese was plagiarized from the Chinese language, it was easy to tell.
He immediately thought of the Japanese who had been killed by the Korean tank shell. It seemed that these Japanese had mistaken him for someone else in a hurry.
"Let's go."
Without waiting for Yang Yifan to say anything, the two devils grabbed Yang Yifan and walked quickly to the side.
Arriving at a dilapidated house, the three of them entered and entered an underground tunnel, heading towards a place that Yang Yifan was not clear about.
He was actually saved by the Japanese.
Yang Yifan knew that it was definitely the effect of the super Fate Plunder. However, he was looking forward to plundering the Fate of these ghosts. After all, the ghosts were China's main enemy.
As for the Koreans?
If it wasn't for the Korean godfather, these Koreans would have been destroyed by the Z country decades ago. Would they dare to be so arrogant? They were just a bunch of clowns.
"We were lucky this time. We caught a few senior agents from China.”
"It's just that their mouths are too hard to get anything out of.”
"Take it slow. We'll eventually get some information. When the time comes, we'll sow discord between China and the Koreans and let them fight each other.”
As the two Japanese spoke, they led Yang Yifan forward. They did not realize that the person they rescued was not one of their own.
"Ding…Rescuing one of our own who has been captured by the enemy. For each person rescued, the reward is 50,000 contribution points.”
Hearing the voice in his mind, Yang Yifan could not help but clench his fists. If he had another 50,000 contribution points, he would be able to participate in the lottery and plunder.
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