Curse Zhao Doushun to die a horrible death!
You piece of trash! Go to hell!
Don't you dare go outside again in this lifetime. If you do, we'll beat you to death!
Scum! The gangs are after you now! Wait for your death.
Banners like these were everywhere. There was no need to guess—this was obviously where the demon lived.
However, Jiang Siming felt rather disdainful when he saw those banners of condemnation.
If they really wanted to beat him to death, they should have broken in long ago.
With so many people, a few could hold off the Korean police at the residential compound's entrance while the rest rushed in, broke down the door, and beat Zhao Doushun to death.
Even if the police wanted to arrest them, it would be difficult to determine the culprit. There were simply too many people. If each person stabbed him once, they could turn him into a pincushion.
The fact that Zhao Doushun was still alive and well, sleeping soundly at home, clearly showed that these Koreans were all spineless cowards.
Back then, Huaxia had also had a human-trafficking case. The criminal had committed every imaginable evil and stolen many children. Even after the police arrested him, it was still hard to dispel everyone's hatred.
At the time, everyone had charged forward and beaten the criminal to death on the spot. The case had eventually been dropped without further action.
For cases that aroused public fury, anyone beaten to death by the crowd deserved it.
By comparison, Huaxia's men were still the real deal. South Korea was truly unreliable.
And they claimed a gang was after him? Those gangs were all experts at bullying good people, but when it came to someone more evil than themselves, they immediately became frightened turtles.
Otherwise,