"....This is our world. You outsiders have nothing to be proud of."
"Even if you were invited by some people... ha, you're just a guest, an outsider with no roots, destined to leave."
"Why are you looking at me like that, looking down on people, yellow skin...."
"Smack!"
The final sound was that of a head bursting like a watermelon.
The group in front of him was stunned for a moment as they truly did not expect this always-smiling young man to actually commit murder, and to do so in the street!
"People are being killed. These outsiders are killing people in the streets..."
"Smack!"
One by one, heads burst, yet Lu Ping'an merely continued to smile, as if the slaughter he had just completed was merely the swatting of a mosquito.
In fact, for him, this level of killing was even simpler than swatting a mosquito.
