Special Forces: I Will Die If I Don’t Kill
34 Humiliating the Koreans

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Yang Zirui's current identity was a rich second-generation heir who went to the Golden Triangle to play.

Although he went to the Golden Triangle by boat, this was a luxury cruise ship with its own casino, bars, and other entertainment facilities.

A ticket for such a cruise ship cost a lot!

Just as Yang Zirui was getting off the boat with a luggage bag, a short man suddenly jumped under his armpit.

"That shorty, are you f * cking blind? Dumb * ss. Why don't you go through my crotch?”

Yang Zirui cursed at the 1.6-meter-tall man in front of him.

"What?"

The short man obviously didn't understand what Yang Zirui meant. He turned around and asked Yang Zirui.

Yang Zirui knew from the short man's language that he was a Korean.

"I said that you are an idiot. You don't deserve to pass through my armpit.”

Yang Zirui said to the Korean man in a calm tone.

"You…you're courting death!"

The Korean man was obviously a martial artist. He was very angry and wanted to hit Yang Zirui.

"Haha, I'll clean up today, you Korean!”

Yang Zirui rubbed his hands together and said to the stick with a smile.

"Ah…"

The thug shouted and waved his fist at Yang Zirui's face.

"Bang…"

Yang Zirui grabbed the stick's fist tightly.

"Crack…"

Yang Zirui then exerted his strength, and a crisp sound came from the stick's fist.

"Ah…"

Immediately after, the stick let out a miserable cry.

Yang Zirui threw the stick in front of him and said to the stick casually,""Crawl under my crotch."

After hearing that, the club member's body trembled, but he didn't say anything.

"I'm talking to you, I'm asking you to crawl under my crotch! Didn't you hear me?"

Yang Zirui was a little angry as he spoke. He walked up, stretched out his right foot, and directly stepped on the Korean man's chest.

"Bang…"

With a kick, the Korean man was kicked down by Yang Zirui.

"Ah!"

He even let out a painful scream!

"I'm telling you one last time, crawl under my crotch right now, or I won't ask you anymore, I'll beat you until you crawl under my crotch.”

Yang Zirui grabbed the man's hair and threatened him fiercely.

That Korean guy was like a dead pig that wasn't afraid of boiling water. Yang Zirui was so angry!

Alright, since you're tough, I'll teach you a lesson!

As Yang Zirui thought of this, he let go of the Korean man's hair. The Korean man fell to the ground.

"Hehe, alright, very good!"

Yang Zirui smiled mysteriously. He raised his right foot high and then landed hard on the ground.

"Crack…"

A few crisp sounds rang out.

Yang Zirui stepped on the stick's hand and broke it. Judging from the sound, it should have been broken in several places.

"Ah…it hurts!"

The Korean man shouted and tried to sit up.

But how could Yang Zirui let him get what he wanted?

The Korean man struggled to sit up, but Yang Zirui lifted his left foot and stepped on his chest, pushing him back.

Yang Zirui's left foot stepped on the club's chest, causing it to be unable to move.

"Are you comfortable?"

Yang Zirui said to the stick as he used his right foot to grind on the stick's hand.

As Yang Zirui's right foot pressed down, he could hear the crisp cracking sound.

"I was wrong, I was wrong!"

The Korean apologized to Yang Zirui.

"Apologizing is useful. Why do we need the police?”

Yang Zirui was not in a hurry. He continued to use his foot to crush the stick's hand.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the stick's hand was useless.

"What do you want? I can give it all to you! Money is fine too. I have money!"

The thug begged Yang Zirui for mercy.

"Let me tell you, what I don't lack the most is money! To me, money is just a number!”

Yang Zirui said disdainfully to the Korean. Then, he opened his handbag and found that it was full of money. It was all American banknotes. Yang Zirui took out wads after wads and threw them into the air.

"This…"

That Korean was dumbfounded!

"I'll say it one last time. My only request is that you crawl under my crotch! If you still don't want to drill, then I can only be a little ruthless.”

Yang Zirui said as he walked toward the Korean man.

"Okay, okay, okay. I'll drill, I'll drill…"

In the end, the Korean cowered. He knew that he had only crippled one hand. If this continued, who knew what would happen, so he agreed.

"Alright! Come on!"

Yang Zirui opened his legs and waited for the Korean man to crawl under his crotch.

"Ah…"

The Korean man shouted and quickly slapped Yang Zirui's crotch. Then, he lay on the ground and panted heavily. It was unknown whether it was because he was in too much pain or for other reasons.

"We'll meet again in the future. I'll wait for you to take revenge!”

Yang Zirui smiled and waved at the guy who hated him, then got off the boat.

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