"The Chinese are the most despicable. If it weren't for them, our country wouldn't be stuck in such a small place."

Moreover, they plagiarized our culture and copied many of our traditional costumes, insisting that they were "sweat clothes".

My glorious Great Han Ming Kingdom, with its tens of thousands of years of history, has been completely seized by them.

"National and personal vendettas... I'll kill any Chinese person I see, without hesitation."

Kim Tae-woo's words almost made Bolton burst out laughing; they were completely different from the history he had learned.

He had always heard that South Koreans were arrogant and ignorant. He never imagined they could be this exaggerated.

However, since Ye Feng has been identified as the enemy, it is naturally best to share a common hatred for him.

The more Kim Tae-woo hates him, the harder he will work.

"Haha, yes, just remember, kill all the Chinese."

Kim Tae-woo nodded outwardly, but inwardly he was cursing.

"You're just as despicable as the Chinese. I'll kill you along with them sooner or later."

Actually, those three weren't the worst off. Choi Min-joo, who was at the back of the group, couldn't wait to kill Clayvin and the others.

She thought she had found a powerful backer, and that at worst she would just have to serve him well.

At least I'll have food and drink, and my safety will be guaranteed. Maybe I can actually survive for 100 days and win the grand prize.

But she only realized yesterday when she entered the grove that these white men had never treated her like a human being.

She's like a relay baton, passed around from person to person without ever stopping.

Although Choi Min-joo had done this kind of thing before, her opponent was, after all, Old Bai, who was far superior to the short-statured South Korean man.

After being attacked by several people in turn, her small frame could no longer withstand it.

Clayvener is alright; he's just a bit violent, but you can grit your teeth and bear it.

But the Boltons and their group that followed were all unconventional and extremely eccentric.

At this moment, half of her left cheek was swollen, clearly indicating that she had been beaten while resisting.

Even walking is a limp, and it feels like it's burning in pain. I probably won't be able to fart anymore.

Now, Clayvin's hands were still pinching and squeezing her buttocks.

"Kersiba! You damned Merrick whites, I'll kill you all!"

She only dared to think it in her heart, but on her face she could only force a smile.

LeBron Jones, who was at the very front, was much happier.

He never served in the U.S. Army stationed in the Cold War, but his friend did.

He was once invited to live in South Korea for a few months, and through his exposure to the language, he learned some of it.

Although he didn't quite understand what Kim Tae-woo and the others were saying, he vaguely caught their words.

Several people were cursing Clayvin and wanted to kill him.

LeBron had no idea where Ye Feng and his group were hiding, and his delaying tactic had now come to an end.

He was just leading a few people around aimlessly; it was time for him to leave the group.

However, with his knife confiscated, running away would certainly mean certain death.

After spending these past few days with Clayvin, he knew very well that this man was ruthless and always on guard against him.

Even if they were lucky enough to encounter Ye Feng and successfully kill him, their fate would most likely be the same as these Koreans—being discarded after being used.

So the only way now is to get the tools for survival, or... kill Clayvin and the others.

These few Koreans might be useful.

Thinking of this, a good idea suddenly popped into his head.

LeBron slowed his pace, seemingly walking unintentionally next to Kim Tae-woo…

He then spoke softly, uttering a somewhat inauthentic Han language.

"I understood everything you just said."

Kim Tae-woo and the other two felt a chill run down their spines; they were terrified.

Their bodies froze on the spot, and Bolton and Cardi behind them couldn't stop in time and crashed into them.

"Oh... Thanks! Are you three looking for death!?"

Bolton roared, startling the three men so much that they immediately knelt on the ground.

In their eyes, LeBron and Clayvin were in cahoots, and since they had no weapons on them, all they could do was beg for mercy.

"I'm so sorry, Brother Bolton, we were just..."

At that moment, LeBron suddenly interrupted him.

“They were really exhausted just now. Why don’t they take a rest? Look at all the sweat on their bodies. These guys are worn out. Who’s going to carry such heavy stuff?”

Bolton paused, then looked behind him…

After hesitating for three seconds, Clayvin nodded.

"What a waste. They need to rest after only an hour. It seems that Korean men have the same stamina as your penises."

Okay, let's rest here for ten minutes.

After saying that, the group found a large tree to lean against and began to drink water.

Kim Tae-woo and the other two slowly stood up, looking at LeBron with puzzled expressions.

LeBron gave them a wink, and the group immediately found a tree nearby to sit down.

"Big brother, thank you so much..."

Looking at Kim Tae-woo's servile expression, LeBron felt utterly disgusted.

This is exactly the same as the black slaves of more than two hundred years ago.

But these are the only people he can contact now.

"Enough with the nonsense. I want to kill Clayvin and his three brothers. Do you dare to fight me?"

The three were startled. After exchanging glances for a few seconds, the two brothers in the car nodded without hesitation.

"Damn it! I'm going to die sooner or later anyway, might as well take a gamble, I'll do it."

“I’ve had enough of being a laborer for them, so I’ll do it too.”

The two brothers made their firm statements, but Kim Tae-woo asked solemnly:

"Brother, it's not that I don't want to, it's just that none of us have any weapons."

"And they're all skilled fighters, how are we supposed to fight them?"

"idiot."

LeBron couldn't help but curse.

"I never intended to kill them head-on. Don't worry, as long as you listen to me, I will definitely kill them tonight."

Because now, I have the tools to kill them.

As he spoke, he slowly pulled a small wooden jar from his pocket, no bigger than an oral liquid bottle.

Then I opened the lid and poured out some small, grayish-white granules, placing them in my palm.

"These are called castor beans, a plant in the Euphorbiaceae family. I put in a lot of effort to dry them without Clay and the others finding out."

I ground it into powder, and anyone who eats it will vomit and have diarrhea.

The dosage here was enough to make the four of them dizzy or even faint.

As long as it is added to food and cooked at high temperature to release its medicinal properties, everyone who eats it will see stars.

"Then we'll retrieve our weapons and kill them all."

Upon hearing this, hope ignited in Kim Tae-woo's eyes, and he no longer hesitated.

"Okay, I'll do it! But the problem is... they've been on guard against us the whole time, so who should go down?"