The scene was full of gunpowder, especially after seeing sumo master Koyonoko being brutally disemboweled, the scene suddenly became a little irrepressible.

The audience crowded on the periphery was like a chicken blood, rolled up their sleeves and rushed forward like a tide. The dense crowd is like a team of desert marching ants, which is magnificent and looks quite spectacular.

Insurrection!

A martial arts competition turned into a collective riot of 10,000 people.

In the face of national honor, they lost their minds one by one, their eyes were full of resentment and hatred, and there was only one thought in their minds, which was to tear the murderous demon to pieces.

Seeing that the situation was not right, the media reporters who were huddled inside hurriedly leaned towards the ten masters. Standing with the enemy of the people, maybe it will hurt the pond fish, besides, the position next to the master is just right, which is conducive to shooting first-hand materials, such news must be the headlines, and the promotion and salary increase bonus are not all caught?

The incident happened suddenly, and the police officers who maintained order did not notice for a while, and they actually broke through the cordon at once. Seeing that the crowd is about to drown Liu Xuanchou, as a servant of the people who maintains local law and order, his heart is full of a sigh and riot, this is a big event, especially if the victim is still a Chinese.

If something goes wrong, none of them can afford to be held accountable by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of China.

Here, Liu Xuanchou was slightly stunned, but he didn't expect such a change to occur. There is no room for him to hesitate at the moment, so many people are rushing up, and they can trample him to death without tearing him apart alive!

The bamboo stick was horizontal, and a strong wind swept towards the crowd like autumn leaves.

The dozens of people in the front only felt a huge force coming, crashing into their bodies and then sweeping up. They smashed heavily into the crowd, and after a burst of crying dad and mother, the impact of the onlookers was suddenly suppressed.

"The Chinese people beat people, the Chinese people beat people. ”

"Arrest him, such a scoundrel must not let him go unpunished. ”

The light gray floor tiles shone in the sunlight, and the light and temperature were transmitted to Liu Xuanchou's surroundings without reservation under its refraction, dazzling that he couldn't open his eyes.

The audience who seemed to be staging a silent movie, they were gesturing, they were dancing with their teeth and claws, their lips were squirming......

His heart was inexplicably cold, such stubborn and unscrupulous people only allowed them to do something to him, he only punished himself slightly, but he became the devil and villain in their mouths.

Martial arts is a killing technique, and if you want to decide the winner, you must divide life and death. What's wrong with him killing those challengers who are not as skilled as humans?

If your skills are not as good as others, you should not complain.

His hand holding the bamboo stick tightened, and he had an urge to kill all the noisy people in front of him.

"Shut up!" he roared, a bloodshot flashed in his eyes, glared at everyone angrily, and scolded: "You ignorant widows, you can't compete in fair competition, but you want to suppress people with force, do you still want to show face?"

After this scolding, everyone's faces were a little unbearable, green and white for a while, and they were powerless to refute for a while. Yes, they proposed the competition, and he didn't force their warriors to fight him at all, it was all their own shameless begging to be tortured and killed.

But despite this, they are still a little unacceptable.

The warriors of their country are so bullying? Is it really not comparable to the Chinese martial arts of "flower fists and embroidered legs"?

Mu Duchen, a master of sticks, was knocked over with one move, and then was blown out of the skull and died, while Yonoko and the other two masters joined forces to attack, but they were stabbed in the intestines and rotted in the stomach.

Let's ask, in such a situation, if they don't make a move, will they watch this Chinese people humiliate their martial arts and their country?

"You are a terrorist, you don't deserve to be called a warrior at all, and keeping you will only destroy world peace. ”

"That's right, such a person doesn't need to talk to him morally at all, kill him. ”

~

......

Someone soon reacted, and they just refused to let him go.

"I'm a terrorist? Then why didn't you speak up when you invaded China and brutally killed Chinese citizens? So far, you haven't even apologized, why don't you stand up and speak? Hypocritical dwarfs, if you say one more word, I'll kill you all. Liu Xuan's ugly hand was stunned, and the entire bamboo stick exploded in response, shattering into several halves and scattering on the ground.

......

"This ......" the man who was shouting just now shrunk his neck and slipped into the crowd.

He was now in the middle of the square, his expression was solemn, his waist was straight, and his sharp eyes swept through the crowd, and for a while, none of the more than 10,000 people dared to squeak.

There was silence for a long time.

Liu Xuanchou's eyes flashed, his body sank violently, and a small fruit knife flew out of the crowd.

Luckily, the reaction was fast enough, and the fruit knife just flew backwards against his cheek.

He was extremely angry in his heart, and just when he thought that even if he was arrested by the police, he would teach this group of stubborn islanders a good lesson, when a miserable scream suddenly sounded behind him, and then people's cries, wails, and angry scolding rang out one after another.

"Murder, Chinese warriors kill innocents indiscriminately. ”

"Help, kill people, start with us ordinary people, such people must be members of terrorist organizations, and they can't stay for long. ”

"Ah, my brother is dead, he is dead, and I want revenge. ”

......

Pulling a hair and moving the whole body, someone took the lead in throwing fruit knives, and some people immediately followed suit, they groped for things to throw on their bodies, held them firmly in the palm of their hands, and were ready to throw them at the straight figure in the field.

"Bang Bang Bang"

Three deafening gunshots rang out in succession, and the officers who maintained order realized that something was wrong and finally remembered to fire warning shots.

After the gunshots, the crowd fell silent. One by one, they looked at the special police who had already taken on the riot shield and were ready to suppress them.

"What is this for? Do you want to defend a Chinese person? Do you want your own people to beat your own people? You are still the people of an island country, and you are pointing a gun at your citizens?"

"Protest, protest!"

"We're going to complain to you, island moths, scum. ”

People were filled with righteous indignation, and pointed the finger at the policemen who suddenly obstructed them, venting their dissatisfaction and resentment to the fullest.

At noon, the famous tourist city reveals its subtle side. No one would have thought that the simplicity and tranquility of the day would be surprisingly gorgeous and arrogant when they were adorned and reappeared.

It's not subtle at all, how wanton and public.

The sun fell, and it was even brighter than usual.

They talk and complain loudly, munching on chewing gum that they don't usually eat much to maintain their image. Squeezed here, there is also a feeling of presumptuousness.