"Damn you," filled with a thick flavor of D Country.
This arrogant shout directly attracted Bai Yan’s attention.
He could ignore the other words, pretending he didn’t hear them. But this "Damn you," Bai Yan heard loud and clear!
People from D Country?
Bai Yan’s eyes slightly narrowed.
Soone behind the dwarf was bending over and whispering, their fingers pointing at Bai Yan, explaining his identity to the dwarf.
"Are you Bai Yan?"
A short and fat D Country student ca over with a few others, eyes filled with disdain and a condescending attitude, surrounding Bai Yan and the three girls’ seats.
Not sure if this kid was going for a retro traditional look, but he actually had a small bunch of beard under his chin, which particularly annoyed Bai Yan.
Bai Yan lifted his head, looking indifferently at the people around.
"Fuck! What an attitude! Kid, Watanabe big brother is still talking to you!"
One tall young man with dyed red hair, dressed up with a punk British style, pointed at Bai Yan’s nose and cursed angrily.
"Slap!"
Bai Yan lifted his head, and with a slap of his right hand, the red-haired kid was sent flying out.
"Ah ah ah!"
Students in the classroom scread, so filled with fear, others with excitent and thrill.
For teenagers in any world,
Fighting and brawling is an extrely thrilling thing.
"Fuck, dare to hit my people! You’re dead!"
Watanabe Ryutaro, furious, was jumping and pointing angrily at Bai Yan.
He was very short, and currently, as Bai Yan was sitting, this kid’s height barely reached Bai Yan’s forehead.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
Several black people raised their clubs, surrounding Bai Yan, glaring at him with eyes full of murderous intent.
Yes, murderous intent!
These were all students, but they each carried a faint murderous intent; they had killed people before!
"I see you are new here? Maybe you don’t understand the rules of Ba City University!"
"Here, it is governed by the Mafia and the Yamaguchi Group! And I, am the grandson of the Yamaguchi Group’s leader, Watanabe Ryutaro!"
At school, Watanabe Ryutaro is a complete Little Tyrant. Since he ca from Japan to Italy to study, he has always been in Ba City.
Most of the injuries and deaths of Hua Xia people in the school and the city were caused by him.
For three whole years, the overseas Chinese that have been injured or killed by him number no less than a hundred!
He is a typical right-wing extremist!
Watanabe Ryutaro watched Bai Yan with a sneer, then turned his head leering greedily at An Xiaowan and Chen Jing: "If you kneel down and beg , and give these two Hua Xia won to , I might consider only breaking one of your legs!"
Saying this, Watanabe Ryutaro extended his Lu Shan’s claws, with a malicious smile, reaching for Chen Jing and An Xiaowan.
Hua Xia won are great!
Compared to the girls in his own country, they’re much more spirited!
Watanabe Ryutaro was still reminiscing about the taste of those beautiful Hua Xia female students from last year.
"Ah, Bai Yan!"
An Xiaowan and Chen Jing’s pretty faces turned pale, hurriedly moving closer to Bai Yan.
They would rather die than let this disgusting dwarf touch them!
"Totally ignorant of the situation."
Bai Yan frowned, his slender palm stretching out, gently grabbing Watanabe Ryutaro’s chubby wrist, twisting and turning it suddenly.
"Crack!"
A sound of bone breaking erupted, the bone piercing out from underneath the flesh, covered with fresh veins and blood!
"Ah ah ah!"
Watanabe Ryutaro’s eyes bulged out, his mouth issuing a deafening scream: "Damn it! Let go of ! You Hua Xia pig, you broke my hand!"
"Slap!"
Bai Yan frowned slightly and slapped Watanabe Ryutaro’s chubby face hard.
"Shut up, I don’t want to hear your rubbish talk!"
Bai Yan spoke in a low voice, his voice as cold as the December wind, chilling to the core.
"Fu.ck!"
"Let Watanabe brother go!"
"Let’s gang up and kill him!"
Bai Yan was too fast, and it was only at this mont that several black students reacted, roaring angrily and swinging their sticks!
"Puh!"
"Clang~!"
"Puh!"
"Clang~!"
Several light sounds, the iron sticks in the hands of several black students were knocked out, and each person’s wrist was bleeding.
These were gunshots with silencers!
In Ba City, many underground organizations have a large number of firearms!
Many students were very familiar with the sound of the gunfire, they all paused for a mont, then scread loudly: "Aaah! There are guns!"
"Don’t move!"
Several n in black uniforms burst into the classroom with submachine guns, pointing the dark muzzles at the black students from Ba City University surrounding Bai Yan.
Zhao Ting took the lead, holding a large machete and walked into the classroom with a grim face.
The gleaming blade in his hand was incredibly heart-stopping.
"Damn you! Dare to surround my boss!"
Zhao Ting looked at the scene in the classroom and roared furiously.
He rushed forward swiftly, skillfully and violently using the thick back of the knife to knock those people to the ground.
The black students and the foreign students who snitched, each held onto their broken parts, rolling on the ground groaning in pain.
"You... who are you!"
Watanabe Ryutaro, his face full of painful cold sweat due to facing the dark muzzles, could no longer act arrogantly, he had to endure the pain and shouted tremblingly: "I am Watanabe Ryutaro! I am the grandson of the Yamaguchi Group leader! My bodyguards are inside the school! Don’t ss around!"
Zhao Ting glanced indifferently at Watanabe Ryutaro, who was stern but frightened, and translated his words to Bai Yan in a low voice.
"You know Russian?"
Bai Yan smiled, tossed Watanabe Ryutaro aside with a flick of his wrist, and disdainfully pulled out a handkerchief to wipe his hands, then asked indifferently: "Ask him, where are his bodyguards? Go deal with them!"
Bai Yan’s tone was filled with bloodthirst and brutality.
The Yamaguchi Group in D country has styles, all filled with deep nationalistic colors of the right-wing mbers.
Facing these people, Bai Yan hated that he couldn’t kill them himself!
You are right-wing?
I am more right-wing than you!
"Yes! Boss!"
Zhao Ting replied gravely, holding the bright machete, crouched down and roared at Watanabe Ryutaro in Russian, demanding.
Facing the serious-faced Hua Xia n, Watanabe Ryutaro dared not play tricks and confessed the location of his bodyguards with a crying tone.
It was only then did Watanabe Ryutaro and the other students in the classroom begin to guess the identity of these ard n.
Uniform black clothing!
Uniform Azure Dragon on the left and Demon on the right insignias!
This is Ba City’s second largest underground organization, the Demon Sect!
"Have team two handle those bodyguards."
Zhao Ting turned around and issued a solemn order to the Demon Sect mbers behind him.
"Thump!"
The mber pounded his chest with his right hand, his expression serious, grabbed the radio, and imdiately started giving orders: "Team two, pay attention! Team two, pay attention! This is Team One, Zhao Ting! Coordinates are at Ba City University cafeteria, there are several D country adults there, take them all down!"
"Give the radio."
Bai Yan beckoned, took the radio, and added in a nonchalant expression: "I am Bai Yan. If any other D country people are found, execute them on the spot! Regardless of gender, age, or status! Spare no one!"
"Yes, boss! Team two received!"
The radio transmitted a crackling sound, accompanied by a deep male voice.
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