Guns
The farm was in total chaos. The Chinese workers grabbed a few light belongings and ran toward the cellar from all directions, while the Black workers milled around like headless chickens, shouting and running blindly. Some even crashed into each other and tumbled into the mud.
Others dragged heavy, oversized luggage, struggling forward as they wailed and begged for help. Manager Hao did his best to keep order and speed up the evacuation, but plenty of people were doing everything they could to hold it up.
"I've killed more people than you've ever seen!"
Li Bai held the Type 95, his expression icy.
Fish is what I desire; bear's paw is what I desire too.
When I can't have both, I'll give up fish and bear's paw and go straight for hot pot!
As a true hot-pot fanatic, he wouldn't let anyone mess with his meal. Anyone who tried would have hell to pay!
If Li Bai hadn't been holding a gun and looking utterly unapproachable, someone might have tried to rush him and steal the car to escape.
Sun Fatty: "..."
What did he mean, more than I'd ever seen?
That was some boast. Anyone who didn't know better would think he was a bloodthirsty great demon king.
Where would he even find that many people to kill?
He had to be talking about some online game, right?
If he was good at PUBG, he could just say so. Why spout all this incomprehensible nonsense?
Old Hei Chaka Abuluta shivered for no reason. Suddenly, Li Bai seemed more dangerous than either side fighting outside.
I want to go back to Ethiopia. I want to go home!
He glanced at the military jeep outside the door and said, "Why don't we get in the car and go? We can