"Yellow skin? That's right, Asian!"
Lu Yuan was overjoyed. He quickly squatted down and asked urgently, "Where are you from? Are you Chinese?"
Upon hearing Lu Yuan's voice, tears immediately welled up in the man's eyes. He squinted, then turned over and lay there nodding.
"I'm from Shanghai, China! Help me!"
Upon hearing that the other person was from Shanghai, Lu Yuan felt a pang of sadness. Before the apocalypse, Shanghai was known as the "Magic City" in China and was one of the most economically developed places in the country.
Seeing Chinese people again, especially in a concentration camp in the United States, Lu Yuan felt a surge of warmth and quickly took out a golden fruit from his pocket and put it into the other person's mouth.
Because the other person hadn't eaten for a long time, their chewing function had become somewhat rusty.
After questioning them, Lu Yuan learned that their daily food consisted of liquids that did not require swallowing, and they could only eat a bite every three days. This ensured they wouldn't starve, but it also rendered them unable to move.
"Brother, how are you doing? Are all the people here Chinese? Can you tell me what's going on here? When did you get here?"
Lu Yuan asked a series of questions, and the man lying on the ground finally swallowed the fruit. After recovering for a few minutes, tears started flowing down his face again. As the tears flowed down his face, they washed away the black ash on his face, revealing his original skin color.
Then the other person slowly stood up, gripping the railing, and pointed to several cells next to him: "This way, this way, and this way, these are all Chinese people, and of course there might be some people from Japan and South Korea!"
Lu Yuan nodded immediately, then took his flashlight and shone it on the nearby prisons he pointed out. Sure enough, the people he saw were mostly of yellow skin.
There are still many questions he wants to ask, but he doesn't have much time left. Moreover, although the man in front of him has eaten the golden fruit, he hasn't been able to eat his fill for a long time, so his body is very weak. It might be difficult for him to answer Lu Yuan's questions smoothly.
So Lu Yuan gently patted the other person on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I will definitely get you out of here!"
Lu Yuan then planned to check them one by one, but time seemed to be running out, so he came up with a solution.
Lu Yuan stood in the middle of the aisle and shouted loudly.
"If you're from China, stand in front of the prison cell right now and wait!"
Upon hearing the shout, people nearby began to turn their attention to it.
However, many of them are foreigners who cannot understand Chinese.
Especially when they saw Lu Yuan dressed as a soldier from the United States, they all shrank back and returned to the depths of the prison.
Those Chinese people who could understand Lu Yuan's words frantically moved their bodies to lean against the fence.
Seeing that everyone had taken action, Lu Yuan nodded in satisfaction, and then he sent everyone inside into the dimensional space one by one.
Although there were some fences blocking the way, Lu Yuan could send these people into the dimensional space with just a thought.
Hei Zi had already led his men inside to wait for them. When they saw Lu Yuan bringing in one emaciated person after another, everyone felt a pang of sorrow in their hearts, and only one thought filled their minds: revenge.
The Black Organization members lifted these people onto magazines and then sent them to the hospital for examination. Because they hadn't showered for a long time, the grime on their bodies was very thick.
In order to help these people recover their strength and mobility as quickly as possible, they took out a large amount of golden fruit and fed a bite to each person who was brought in.
The dimensional space was bustling with activity as people carried those who were nearing their end onto stretchers and sent them to the hospital for treatment.
When these people ate the golden fruit and were able to open their eyes, they found that the space around them was just like before the apocalypse. They were all in tears, trying their best to express their gratitude.
Meanwhile, Lu Yuan began questioning people in each cell. Anyone who could understand him was brought in. He no longer cared whether they were Chinese or not; as long as they could understand Chinese, he assumed they were Chinese.
After finally sending all the Chinese people in the concentration camp into the dimensional space, he suddenly heard a stiff voice coming from the depths of the cell.
"We want to go too! Take us with you!"
Upon hearing this voice, Lu Yuan was immediately taken aback. Although the other person was speaking Chinese, it sounded very stiff.
As Lu Yuan arrived at this point, he saw several short men leaning desperately against the prison bars, waving at him.
Lu Yuan looked at these people and saw that their build and appearance were no different from those of Chinese people, but they were indeed very short. Moreover, through their tone and manner of speaking, he immediately understood where these people came from.
They are from an island nation.
"I'm sorry, I'm no longer able to help you leave. You'd better take care of yourselves!"
Now, national and personal grievances have completely taken over Lu Yuan's mind, and the hatred that the people of the island nation harbored a hundred years ago suddenly came to mind.
Therefore, he had no good impression of these islanders at all. Moreover, when the apocalypse broke out, the islanders seemed to have known about it in advance. They purchased large quantities of food from China, causing chaos in their country. They kept the news to themselves and did not publicize it.
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