Azri's family consisted of only her mother, plus her and her three younger brothers and sisters, and because of the lack of a man in charge of the household, Azri had a rare presence of strength among Muslim women in this Shari'ah society.

Azri's mother did not refuse her daughter's request, and welcomed Lin Xuehong, a Chinese teenager, into the house and closed the door. No one knows if the thugs will use AOE skills and hurt themselves.

Lin Xuehong was paralyzed on the root of the wall, and he didn't care about taking off the scarf on his head, his mind was full of the scene that had just appeared, Uncle Liang, who had always been amiable to him, was beaten by several Malays and fell in a pool of blood.

He was very resentful of himself, because he didn't have the courage to face those people and save Uncle Liang. Like him, most of the Chinese lacked this fighting spirit, and they desperately fled to escape the turmoil in their homes.

The pretty-looking Malay girl handed Lin Xuehong a glass of water and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, when the police come, it won't be so chaotic, and you will be able to go back to the dormitory." ”

Lin Xuehong couldn't speak for a long time, and always muttered in Chinese: "Why is this happening?" ”

Azri was also a little sad to see Lin Xuehong's appearance, she had some ambiguous feelings for Lin Xuehong, Lin Xuehong was a classmate with very good grades and humility, and he was very polite, Azri felt that he was much more handsome than most Malay men. So she knelt down, grabbed Lin Xuehong's hand a little oversteppingly, and said, "Lin, cheer up, everything will be fine." ”

Lin Xuehong suddenly raised his head, looked at this beautiful Malay girl, and said, "Will it really get better?" If you are unhappy, you will be angry with us Chinese, when will such a day be a head? But do we have to live in constant trembling, wondering when we will suddenly be killed? ”

Azli noticed the coldness in Lin Xuehong's eyes and felt a pain in her heart. is obviously a boy she likes very much, but an invisible chasm separates the two of them, and many things that she never thought about come to her heart. If she is really with Lin Xuehong, will Lin Xuehong accept naturalization and become a Muslim as well? Would he be willing to give up his Chinese name and name him and their descendants some Abdullah or Muhammad?

How would he view himself as his relatives and friends being slaughtered by the Malays?

Azli was confused, overwhelmed, and stood up in a trance. The rest of the family didn't know much English, so they didn't know what they were talking about, but her mother said a little anxiously: "Azli, if someone else finds out that we are hiding a Chinese man in the house, we will definitely be sentenced to caning, no, I'm afraid it will be more serious." ”

Azli pointed to the closed window and said, "What kind of punishment will they receive for those thugs who smash, loot and burn innocent people outside?" ”

Her mother said as a matter of course: "They are all Chinese who have been killed, nothing is a big deal, they are just some rich sojourners." ”

Azri looked at her mother in amazement, thinking that maybe she had been thinking like that once upon a time. However, she was admitted to the University of Malaya, although her grades were worse than those of Chinese students like Lin Xuehong, but she was able to get more scholarships, which not only could not be used up by herself, but also could provide for her family. She didn't feel the slightest problem and took it for granted. But the more she reads, the bigger the world sees, and the more she discovers how big the problems exist in this society and this system - obviously the same people who live in this land, no one comes before or last, and has made considerable efforts to build this country, but Malays are born Bumiputra (the meaning of Bumiputra, in fact, Malays are not Bumiputra), and enjoy the various policy tilts brought about by the fixed system - they can get cheap reserve houses, Access to health care and education is better than other ethnic groups, there are more preferential tax regimes, no company dares not to recruit Malays, etc.

But it seems that these are all tilts of a supportive nature, but the Malays are the majority of the population of this country, so how can there be a system where the majority of the population is protected? The system in which the majority of ethnic groups benefit is clearly whether racial oppression is good or not!

Azli suddenly understood why Lin Xuehong would give him such a cold look just now, he and his compatriots deserved more, but all they got was discrimination and exploitation, and in the end, they had to face this kind of **** riot that appeared every now and then. Azli couldn't help but shudder to herself, she put herself in the shoes of the Chinese, it was hard to imagine if she was a Chinese girl, would she be able to endure and live such a life.

She looked at her mother and younger siblings at home, all staring at Lin Xuehong in the corner with disgust, and his six-year-old brother took away the piece of bread on the table near Lin Xuehong like a thief. She wanted to scold her brother and reprimand her family for being polite and civilized, but she couldn't open her mouth because that's not how the Malays think.

"Am I not so horse-like already?" Azri asked herself in her heart, at this moment she herself felt that this country was so evil and indifferent, that as a beneficiary Bumiputra, she even felt disgusted and angry.

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At 2 o'clock in the morning, Qi Yiming rushed into Zhongnanhai with an anxious and irresolvable anger. Naturally, this anger is not directed at the people here, but at the hysterical country thousands of kilometers away.

Wearing a coat, Ping Taizong, who was still sleepy, shook his head, looked at the young man in front of him, and thought to himself that he was really doing more and more with such an outrageous move, this child was becoming more and more difficult to manage, and he didn't know whether it was a curse or a blessing.

"Ping Lao, we must punish Malaysia, although there are no official statistics yet, but according to our informants, in Kuala Lumpur, Malacca, Ipoh and other places, thousands of Chinese shops and residences have been robbed and smashed, maybe hundreds of compatriots' lives have been brutally taken overnight tonight, and even innocent women have been raped, children and the elderly have been bullied, I can't think about it for a moment, otherwise I will be mad with anger!" Qi Yiming never expected that a thing the size of a sesame mung bean would brew into a **** riot that did not exist in history.

The Malay media added fuel to the story of the PLA Navy's "aggressive acts", saying that their heroic Royal Malaysian Navy's forbearance was treated as bullying, and that the Chinese Navy was insulting Malaysians at close range and depriving them of their natural maritime rights.

I don't know how such a report was felt by the Malays, but eventually some radical UMNO party members made radical speeches in some places, calling for people to unite against Chinese aggression. Inevitably, the Malays easily associate the terms Chinese and Malaysian-Chinese. They can't reach the Chinese navy and the Chinese across the South China Sea, so it's no problem to use the usually obedient as sheep MCA to vent their anger.

So a few Malay youths went to a Chinese fruit stall to buy fruit, tasted it and said it was not sweet, and then smashed it in anger, and it happened that the stall owner had put the money he had earned in the past few days, and the Malay youths made a fortune. Seeing this, the other Malays were red-eyed and began to follow suit, smashing down Chinese shops, beating up shopkeepers and Chinese customers, and then opening cash registers to find out what they needed to work hard for a long time to get.

Atrocities are contagious, especially among the less civilized communities. In the end, the fault of several people turned into a riot, which quickly turned from a cause of national emotions to a riot of seizing money and raping women.

Even some of the Malay police, who came later to maintain order, joined in the robbery and wounding, because the Chinese are really rich! There are not many Chinese in such a position as the police, so there is no one to protect the Chinese in Malaysia at this time, they are really like fat lambs, pressed on the cutting board by the savage Malays, and it becomes a sumptuous dinner.

Ping Taizong's Qi cultivation kung fu was naturally several times better than Qi Yiming's, he put down the news sent by Qi Yiming, and he didn't see much expression on his face, he just said: "I know the truth, it's too late, let's discuss a charter tomorrow when everyone wakes up." ”

Qi Yiming's face turned red, and his voice increased slightly: "Wait another night?" How many more innocent compatriots will be killed by Malay monkeys? Can you really turn a blind eye? ”

Liao Huairen, who came with Qi Yiming, changed his face greatly, grabbed Qi Yiming's arm, and shouted, "Presumptuous you!" Yiming, Ping Lao has his concerns, it's not for you to intervene, why are you so ignorant! Quick, apologize to Ping Lao. ”

Ping Taizong's face at this time is definitely not good-looking, it was easy to wake up in his sleep and bring such a thing as getting up, but now he was actually scolded by a stinky boy, if it wasn't for Ping Taizong's enough energy, he might have scolded back immediately.

Qi Yiming didn't give in at all, and said: "You should hold an emergency meeting now, convene the big leaders, convene the people of the Navy and the Military Commission, and delay a moment is one more innocent life, all of which will be credited to those of us who have the ability to help, but have not helped!" ”

Liao Huairen pulled Qi Yiming hard, "Yiming, don't say it, you're not in the right state today!" As he spoke, he was going to pull Qi Yiming out of this hut.

Qi Yiming looked at him with a tiger face, struggling not to let him drag himself, and said, "In such a situation, who can be in the right state?" Is it right to watch from the sidelines and watch compatriots being slaughtered and women being ****ed? ”

Ping Taizong finally couldn't help it, slapped the table and said loudly: "Enough! ”