Comrades Are Here
Editor: Henyee Translations
The foreign man was caught off guard when he drove away. With half of his weight leaning on the car door, he staggered a few times due to the huge inertia and finally fell to the ground.
He choked on the exhaust from his fall, got up, and roared at the departing car. "F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*cking Chinese! Go back to your country!
"Don't let me see you again, or I'll definitely blow your head off and make you pay! F*ck you!"
Xia Jinyuan couldn't hear him cursing loudly. Of course, if he could hear him, he wouldn't mind giving the other party a good beating. After all, he didn't come here with just his fists. He didn't mind taking out the pistol from his pocket and stuffing the muzzle into the other party's mouth to shut him up.
This was a country where private guns were legal. Some women would put a gun in their car to prevent being robbed.
Weapons and drugs were rampant here, while security measures were poor… It was the same as in the slums.