However, Jerry did not care about their opinions at all.
He continued excitedly, "Our China is still the strongest! In this world, we have a long history and a brilliant culture. Those so-called powerhouses and so-called gods are nothing more than passing clouds in the eyes of us Chinese."
Jerry's words were filled with pride, as though at that moment, he had fully regarded himself as one of China's own.
However, before he could finish speaking, faint snickers rose from the surroundings.
Of the six people, aside from one black person and one white person, the other four were Asians. However, they were all of different nationalities, from other Asian countries or even farther away.
They were somewhat disdainful of Jerry's worshipful attitude toward China. They believed he was merely a foreigner wearing China's outer skin, with only a superficial understanding of the country.
They simply did not dare say it aloud.
After all, in this world, strength was everything.
And although Jerry was a Red Foreigner, his strength could not be underestimated.
Jerry seemed to notice their disdain, but he did not get angry.
Instead, he chuckled. "I've got one-quarter Chinese blood, you know... Forget it, what's the point of telling you all this? You saw what happened to those idiots anyway. In short, I won't allow any of you to act rashly in this world. Murder, or anything that violates heavenly principles, can easily attract powerful demon-slayers in the China world. I don't want to ruin my future over a moment of impulsiveness."
The other Reincarnators all nodded upon hearing this. Although they still had reservations about Jerry's words, they had to admit that he was right. In this world, they had to remain cautious and advance carefully if they wanted to survive.
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