Gunfire
The gold was pure gold, but the Great Demon was a real scammer—such a scammer that it made you want to beat his damn head in.
If they charged in recklessly like this, they had a zero percent chance of hitting Li Bai, but a hundred percent chance of getting a group beating from the Chinese soldiers.
"Cheat! We'll see about this!"
At that moment, all the proud British could do was say that.
"Hahaha! Don't forget the IOU. Get the rest of the money over here soon!"
Li Bai laughed, took a bite of his food, and savored it.
It really was true that one person's happiness was often built on another person's misery.
"In your dreams! We'll meet again—no, we'll never meet again!"
The Danish observer, Zak Kadell, shook his fist at Li Bai.
"There's no money left! You big cheat!"
The Brazilian observer, Julio Gonzalez Miwa, had been swindled too. He raised his middle finger with a nasty look on his face.
The other observers all looked livid, as if they'd just been slapped hard.
They didn't want to see Li Bai, the big cheat, ever again.
Li Bai, meanwhile, whistled smugly.
These guys had tried to undermine socialism, only to fail and end up with their own capitalist tails clipped by him. It was downright dramatic and ironic.
They'd gone hunting for a chicken and lost their rice instead. That was probably the best way to describe them.
"Don't get too smug. We'll see about this!"
The Israeli observer, Jacob Cohen, angrily shook his fist at Li Bai, mortified.
The group left in disgrace without even stopping for lunch.
The Chinese soldiers behind Li Bai were a little disappointed. Those foreigners hadn't charged at them, or they could've given them a good beating with every