The Japanese are arrogant, the Yankees are wild, and the triad's Red Sticks are collectively in a slump, their frustration evident at today's Red Stick gambling matches.
After the second round was over, the crowd below was seething with righteous indignation.
"Kill that Korean named Lee, anyone who can kill this Korean will get a million from me on the spot!"
"I'll give five million!"
"I'll give ten million!"
In a private room, Tong Shaojie slammed his hand on the sofa, cursing, "Damn it, whoever kills this Korean, I'll give fifty million! These bastards are a mix-breed lot, and now they dare to claim they represent ethnic orthodoxy, it's laughable.
Daring to piss and shit on our three lands' heads, if we let these damned Koreans leave with their swagger, what face would our three lands have left?"
The young heirs present were each filled with righteous indignation, harboring a profound loathing for the Koreans.
