Amid a crackling barrage, the vehicles and people gathered at the front gate were showered with cement chunks, bricks, stones, and clods of dirt!
The shockwave also shattered the windshields of vehicles near the entrance with a crash! Everyone was covered in a layer of dirt and scattered glass shards.
"Take cover! Take cover!" The leaders present shouted loudly, warning their subordinates to be careful not to get struck or shot by the people inside.
Seeing such an explosive scene, Chen Mo immediately felt much better. Damn it, this was what they got for barging in whenever they pleased!
Then he shouted outside, "Malay tidak diperbudak!!!" "Malays will not be slaves!"
He had spent a long time looking it up on his phone and comparing translations. He had also practiced the pronunciation many times. The main thing was to make the spoken words clear enough that anyone who heard them would understand what he was shouting.
When shouting slogans, your pronunciation had to be standard and your enunciation clear. Otherwise, no one would know what you were saying, so what was the point of shouting slogans? Chen Mo had deliberately learned it after considering that.
Otherwise, for a cultivator, a single sentence only required a sweep of Spiritual Sense to learn how to read and remember it.
Thus, just as the public security official was hiding behind a car in fright, too afraid to show his head, he heard that sentence and instantly felt like cursing, though he did not know whether he should say it aloud.
Everyone had been busy for most of the day and had even lost two rapid-response squads, only to hear this fellow shouting something like that. And what the hell did it mean? He would not be a slave? Did he think all Malays