Chapter 414 What Evidence Do You Need to Beat Me Up?

There were about 20 to 30 people on the other side, most of them were foreigners. Some had dark skin, some had white skin, some had deep eye sockets, some had blond hair and blue eyes...

Only five or six were Chinese.

No, we can't say they are Chinese, we can only say they are people of the same skin color, but as for which country they are from...

The people on the opposite side were in a stalemate for a while, and then pushed a yellow-skinned man in his forties to come out.

The uncle stared at the gun in Annan's hand nervously, and came closer reluctantly. But he kept his mouth shut and refused to say a word.

Annan saw him standing in front of him, like he was being punished, and raised his eyebrows and asked, "What do you mean?"

The uncle seemed to get even more nervous when he heard her speaking Chinese. He pinched his sleeves and said the first sentence awkwardly:

"Howl! What is the use of this, fellow countrymen?"

Hiss... With such poor spoken English, you have the nerve to pretend to be her compatriot?

Does this uncle think that he speaks Mandarin very well? Or does he think she is a fool?

Annan first looked at him with disdain, then rolled his eyes and replied:

"Are you aware? The cherry blossoms in the lonely village are blooming!"

The man was stunned: "Ah? What?"

It doesn't look like it's from a small country.

Annan's icy face melted a little. After thinking for a while, he said, "Ah Nihasayo! I have kimchi. Do you want some?"

The man's eyes lit up instantly: "Kimchi?!"

Seeing his reaction, Annan turned around and said to Gu Zhiyu with certainty, "From the country of Kimchi."

Apart from them, no one is so passionate about pickled vegetables.

Gu Zhiyu couldn't help laughing: "An An, be serious."

Annan raised his eyebrows: "They were the first to act inappropriately."

How can a normal Chinese call his compatriots "fellow countrymen"? Sending a yellow-skinned uncle to pretend to be a Chinese national to get close to her is simply treating her as a fool!

When the other party saw Gu Zhiyu's smile, he knew he was being fooled, so he blushed and said,

"What are you doing? Was it you who flew that plane here?"

Annan said with a "tsk". "Let's not talk about the accent. What's wrong with your way of punctuating sentences? Who taught you that?"

Gu Zhiyu couldn't help but persuade her again: "An An, don't worry about it. Let's go up the mountain first."

Annan paused and nodded. That's right, they are here to take over the warehouse, not to be Chinese teachers.

So he smiled at the Korean uncle and said, "Sorry, I have OCD. Let's go up and take a look."

The uncle looked nervous and asked, "What are you going to do up there?"

"Go to your camp..."

Before Annan finished speaking, a yellow-skinned man came up behind the uncle. He must have come to check on them because he saw they had been talking for too long.

However, this man was obviously not as friendly as the kimchi uncle. He walked with a splayed step, and his face was slightly arrogant. He had high brow bones, a hooked nose, and many pockmarks on his face, which made people feel inexplicably disgusted.

He first looked at Annan and Gu Zhiyu warily, then glanced cautiously at the three big ones, then hid behind the Korean uncle before speaking.

The words were spoken to Uncle Kimchi, and Annan did not understand the content.

But this gibberish accent... the more Annan listened, the more familiar it sounded.

At this time, the Korean uncle also said a few words, using gestures, probably describing what had just happened.

The pockmarked man had an "I understand" expression on his face: "Ah! Whoosh!"

Whoosh? Annan narrowed his eyes.

Before she could respond, she heard the pockmarked face mutter a bunch of things, then patted the kimchi uncle on the back with a look of disdain:

"Baka!"

Annan seemed to be sure of something. He suddenly took a few steps forward, jumped up and hit the pockmarked man on the head.

He slapped his head and repeated, "Baka! Baka! Baka you daddy!"

The pockmarked face was suddenly hit, and he was so angry that he shouted at the top of his voice: "Bage Yalu!!"

But what he got in return was an even harder slap from Annan.

This time, Gu Zhiyu did not stop them, nor did he urge them to go up the mountain. Ren Annan just stood by and slapped them non-stop.

There is no way, the red blood has awakened and can't be stopped.

Ma Zi was extremely angry, but because Annan was holding a rifle, he dared not resist.

He covered his head with his hands, his eyes red, and shouted in broken Chinese: "You bully Yin! Why do you bully Yin?!"

Annan said rudely: "Do you need a reason to bully others?"

Then he hit him a few more times: "What was your reason for bullying us back then? Huh?"

Annan felt more and more comfortable the more she fought. Anyway, it was the end of the world now, there was no need for diplomatic etiquette or character, she could just fight whoever she wanted!

You are unreasonable and have no manners, so what?

While playing, he asked Gu Zhiyu: "Are you coming? It's very relaxing."

Gu Zhiyu smiled and said, "Come here. I'll keep watch for you."

The reason why the pockmarked man was beaten into a pulp here, and no one from the opposite group dared to rush over, was because he was pointing a gun at them the whole time.

When his wife hits someone, he stands guard. This is the basic quality of a good man.

The pockmarked man's face was filled with gloom, as if he wished to chop Annan into pieces, but his voice was very low:

"What do you mean by bullying you... those are all legends from the past, they may not have happened! What evidence do you have that..."

Before he could finish, Annan slapped him again: "What evidence do you want? What evidence do I need to beat you up?"

The pockmarked face screamed several times, and finally gave in and begged for mercy: "Sister! The past has nothing to do with me. I am an ordinary citizen! I was not even born at that time!"

Annan raised his eyebrows: "Wow! You are quite good at using words, and you even know what the common people are."

The pockmarked face chuckled and just as he was about to get closer, he was slapped again.

"You were bullying the common people!"

The pockmarked man wanted to cry but had no tears. He waited until Annan had beaten enough before running back to the team crying.

This man relies on his weapons and strength to bully others unreasonably!

Little did he know that if Annan had not yet found out their background, it would be hard to say whether he was still angry now.

Uncle Kimchi stood there, not daring to move, watching Annan shivering.

Annan: "Why are you shaking? I won't hit you. Take us to the camp!"

The uncle didn't move, standing there with a hesitant look on his face.

Annan raised the gun in his hand: "Do you have any opinion?"

The uncle shook his head: "No opinion!"

Then he quickly turned around and led the way: "This way, please!"

The group of people a hundred meters away, especially the pockmarked man, saw them coming towards them and immediately turned around and ran up the mountain. They must have gone back to the camp to report the news.

Annan was not in a hurry. He followed the kimchi uncle and walked up slowly.

As he walked, he looked back at Gu Zhiyu, then used the backpack as a cover to take out two bottles of spiritual spring water from the space.