After hearing the noise, Lu Xuan immediately drew out the machete he was carrying, stood sideways on the stairs, and listened carefully to the situation above.
“Oh, shit…”
After waiting quietly for three minutes, Lu Xuan heard a man's voice. Judging from the accent, he didn't seem to be Chinese. Judging from the changes in light and shadow at the exit of the stairs, the other party seemed to have discovered the stairs leading to the ground floor. However, he didn't seem to have any intention of coming down for the time being. He just cursed and retreated.
Lu Xuan originally thought that if the other party came down, the enemy would be in the open while he was in the dark, and he could defeat the other party in one fell swoop. However, after waiting for another four or five minutes, Lu Xuan only saw the light at the staircase flickering, and heard a few words from time to time that sounded like curses.
Clearly, the other party seemed hesitant. After all, this place was dark, damp, and cold... It could be said to be a place that embodies all the negative connotations. So, their actions were understandable. It seemed like no one had any desire to come down.
But Lu Xuan felt really uncomfortable with his legs soaked in the foul sea water. He couldn't go forward or retreat. If the other party stood at the door for a whole day, wouldn't he have to soak in the water for a whole day?
Fortunately, just when Lu Xuan was considering whether to rush out directly, the other party seemed to have made a decision. The foreign man cursed a few more times, then reluctantly began to go downstairs.
Lu Xuan immediately pressed his body against the side of the stairs, with the machete in his hand also at his side, waiting for the other party to come down so that he could surprise him.
In this strange place, all Lu Xuan has to do is to protect himself in every possible way. Even if the other party has no ill intentions towards him, he must take the initiative. Lu Xuan always keeps in mind the principle of being on guard against others.
“Shit…”
After hearing the curse words at close range, Lu Xuan also caught a glimpse of the person's general appearance out of the corner of his eye.
A blond man, who seemed to be a foreigner, was half a head taller than him, not a very strong man, and was holding a weapon similar to a kitchen knife in his hand.
Lu Xuan attacked the other person as soon as one of his feet stepped into the water and his body had not yet stabilized.
"Don't move!"
Lu Xuan pointed a machete at the other person's chest.
"Oh, my God..."
The blond man was obviously defenseless and wanted to run upwards reflexively. Lu Xuan was so scared that he dropped the kitchen knife in his hand.
Lu Xuan didn't expect that his shout didn't stop the man, and the man chose to run away regardless of the consequences.
What Lu Xuan didn't expect was that the blond man didn't choose to escape, but instead rushed into the cabin and picked up a shovel.
It seems that this man was well prepared. The things he brought with him when he went out were no less than Lu Xuan's. Obviously, this shovel also belonged to the blond man, because Lu Xuan clearly remembered that when he walked around to check the aisle, there was no shovel on the ground at all.
“Shit!”
The other person wiped the corner of his mouth, picked up the shovel and said another word to Lu Xuan.
Although Lu Xuan is very bad at foreign languages, foreign languages have been the subject he hated the most since elementary school. Lu Xuan even thought that the Minister of Education was an old man who worshipped foreign things and fawned on foreigners. Why would a good Chinese learn the language of another country?
However, no matter how bad Lu Xuan's foreign language skills were, he could still roughly understand this sentence. He guessed it was no different from the Chinese quintessence "fuck", which was not a good word anyway.
Just when Lu Xuan was thinking about what kind of "national quintessence" to use to communicate with the other party, the blond man started a mixed communication mode of Chinese and English.
"Damn it, Gook, you are a real nutcase... Damn it!"
Although Lu Xuan only understood half of what he heard, it didn't matter. Looking at the other person's expression, he knew that it was definitely not a good thing.
"Put down your weapons!"
Lu Xuan's eyes were wide with anger. He would never allow anyone to act arrogantly in front of him.
Although the blond man had no intention of starting a war with Lu Xuan, judging from his appearance, he obviously had no intention of stopping. The two men, each holding a weapon, confronted each other in the corridor.
Lu Xuan would not allow the other party to talk to him with a weapon in hand.
Without saying a word, he raised the machete in his hand and swung it horizontally. The huge impact force instantly made the blond man lose control of the shovel. With a sound of metal collision, the shovel fell to the ground.
At the same time, Lu Xuan rushed forward, grabbed the other person's neck, and then pressed the other person under him.
Lu Xuan's combo took less than five seconds. The blond man was completely unprepared and was caught off guard. When he wanted to fight back, he found that he had been completely controlled by Lu Xuan.
"Let me go, you violent maniac! Is violence the only way for you East Asians to speak? You are a race of low character..."
Although his body had been controlled by Lu Xuan, the blond man's mouth never stopped, and he kept cursing in his poor Chinese.
Violent? Low quality?
When Lu Xuan heard this, he found it ridiculous. Wasn't this man just showing off with a shovel? How come once he was beaten by others, the other person became a low-quality violent maniac, while he himself became a high-quality, peace-loving elite?
People on the Internet say that foreigners have double standards. On the one hand, they accuse other countries of not complying with free trade agreements, while on the other hand, they build high tariff barriers themselves; on the one hand, they condemn other countries for not respecting human rights, while on the other hand, they ignore the systemic racial discrimination problems in their own country.
Now it seems that this is absolutely true. Look, the person in front of us is a good example of their ugly faces.
"Tell me, who are you? What are you doing here?"
Lu Xuan was too lazy to talk too much with someone whose values were different from his. Since the other party seemed to understand Chinese, he might as well ask directly.
"I have the right to remain silent. Human rights, human rights! You, who are you? Why are you here? Are you trying to murder me?"
Well, this is what I thought. I just thought about the issue of "double standards in human rights" and the other party immediately used it on me.
This is a typical case of the officials being allowed to set fires but the people being prohibited from lighting lamps.
"Bag, give me the bag, it's mine, my bag!"
What made Lu Xuan even more confused was that the blond man suddenly noticed the lady's backpack Lu Xuan was carrying on his waist and actually shouted loudly, saying that it was his...
There was a crisp "pop" sound.
Lu Xuan couldn't stand it anymore. He couldn't communicate with this idiot, so he chose to hit him on the head to make him quiet down.
"You, what do you want to do... Oh, no, you can't kill me, I'm a good person, I'm a good person..."
After being hit by Lu Xuan, the blond man realized that Lu Xuan was not someone to be trifled with. Although he was still muttering, the arrogant expression on his face had subsided a lot.
"Remember what I'm going to say next!"
Lu Xuan expressionlessly extended three fingers to the blond man...
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