Return of the King, Chapter 348 - 348 337 Annoying Black Devil

??348: Chapter 337 Annoying Black Devil

348: Chapter 337 Annoying Black Devil

At this ti, it beca clear how much profit a beauty could bring to a project.

Just because there were these five beauties, including Li Shishi, the photo sales were booming.

Many people didn’t even buy their own photos, only the ones featuring these five beauties.

However, the man sitting next to the beauty was a bit annoying; I didn’t know if I could Photoshop this guy out and replace him with myself.

“Sigh, this is just too thrilling,” Li Yueyue said with a laugh.

“But it’s also a stress-relief activity.

People definitely feel more relaxed after screaming their heads off.”

“Yeah, but you might have overdone the stress relief a bit; your legs are still shaking,” Song Yun remarked sarcastically.

“Mind your own business, I like shaking my legs,” Li Yueyue retorted, giving Song Yun a displeased glance.

“Where are we going next?”

“According to the map, there will be a short movie playing at the cinema at eleven o’clock, just twenty minutes long.

We can go straight to lunch after that,” Song Yun said with a smile.

“Why watch a movie here when we could just go out to watch one?” Li Yueyue wondered.

“It says here that this movie uses a ‘live-action scenario.’ Not sure what that ans exactly, but it might be worth checking out.”

With Song Yun leading the explanation, everyone followed him to the cinema.

Honestly, Song Yun really didn’t want to wander about anymore, as each attraction had huge lines, not to ntion the walking distance between each.

Upon entering the cinema, they found the crowd neither too sparse nor too packed; at least they could catch the first show.

Song Yun, in particular, was curious about this ‘live-action scenario,’ a professional term he hadn’t heard before.

At the entrance, the staff handed them raincoats to wear, claiming they would need them later.

This was indoors, so what could a raincoat do?

But seeing everyone else putting them on, Song Yun reluctantly put his on as well.

The cinema was dedicated to showing films.

After choosing good seats, Song Yun looked around but didn’t notice anything special.

“The movie is about to start.

Please turn off your mobile phones,” a staff mber said before closing the main door.

The screen started showing a pretty ordinary animated movie about a bear having a picnic in the wild.

Then, a group of lumberjacks appeared, and the bears began running wildly.

Suddenly, Song Yun felt his seat also start to shake back and forth, mimicking the scene of the running bears.

Damn it, it was fine to shake around, but what was the aning of suddenly stopping?

It was a good thing they hadn’t gone to eat first; otherwise, they would definitely have thrown up.

As the movie continued, the bears started fighting back after evading capture.

In the real world, the effects tried to mimic the movie: water sprayed from above when it rained, the chairs shook when running, and a cool mist sprayed from behind when falling into a river.

After being tornted by all these tricks, Song Yun was nearly exhausted when the movie finally reached its grand finale, with the bears triumphantly winning the battle.

Watching the jubilant bears laughing together, Song Yun felt a huge relief.

Damn it, no more tornting ; I felt like my body was falling apart.

After exiting the cinema, the won seed unaffected and were huddled together discussing the plot.

Song Yun really couldn’t understand what was so discussable about such an ordinary plot; it was just a story about a bunch of bears.

If they saw the Chinese animation “Bear Cos Over,” they’d probably cry from excitent.

“Okay, beauties, it’s ti to eat now.

You tell

what you want to eat,” Song Yun clapped his hands to get the won’s attention and then spoke.

“There’s a place that serves Zhajiang noodles nearby; let’s eat there,” Xiao Qing suggested, pointing at a nearby shop.

Frankly, it didn’t matter to Song Yun what they ate; he was simply too tired.

This morning had been quite a workout, starting with a horror house that scared him half to death, then apologizing to the staff for the disturbance.

Then was the roller coaster ride followed by the rough ‘live-action scenario’ experience.

If he had known beforehand, he would have never agreed to co to the amusent park; climbing a mountain would have been much easier.

When they reached the Zhajiang noodle shop, Xiao Qing and the others went to grab a table while Song Yun and Li Shishi waited at the counter.

Here, you had to fetch everything yourself, and the staff were only responsible for greeting guests and collecting plates.

“You tired out today?” Li Shishi asked with a smile, seeing Song Yun’s worn-out expression.

“It’s alright, it was my own loose lips that got us here.

Just curious, why are you girls always so energetic?

You never get tired shopping or playing, but ntion doing so housework and everyone suddenly becos too tired.

I really don’t get it.”

“Who would get tired doing what they love?

For household chores, isn’t that what you’re here for?” Li Shishi said, giggling behind her hand.

“Alright, alright, in light of you joining us today, I’ll cook sothing delicious when we get ho tonight.”

“That’s more like it, just don’t make

wash the dishes,” Song Yun said.

The Zhajiang noodles were ready quickly.

As Song Yun went to bring the noodles over to the won, he noticed two Black Devils talking to the group.

“Excuse ,” Song Yun said as he approached the two n.

“This table is ours, there are empty seats next to us if you need.”

One of the Black Devils turned and looked down at Song Yun disdainfully, “With your small build, I don’t know how you’ve got all these beauties following you.”

“It’s none of your business; mind your own first,” Song Yun replied calmly.

Other than the black leader Mandela and a few black athletes he liked, Song Yun harbored no good impressions toward the rest of the Black Devils.

Whether on missions abroad or just relaxing, he had always seen them loafing around causing trouble.

While abroad, Song Yun had witnessed them moving in groups, haunting bars, music halls, campuses, and streets at night, brazenly hitting on won regardless of their marital status, and turning hostile if rebuffed.

Furthermore, they belonged to a parasitic race, a perennial liability wherever they went.

They had no great civilizations, no reputed scientists, and had an extre cri rate that even the criminal elites among whites couldn’t match.

They just relied on their robust sexual prowess to mix with local won to secure residency rights or citizenship, parasitizing on a nation, particularly the black population in Europe and Arica that was a remnant of the slave trade era.

And if that wasn’t enough, Song Yun once got detailed data on his mission in the United States: 12% of the U.S.

black population had a cri rate of over 50%, with one in every three blacks having been to prison, and 70% of black families being single-parent households.