"Bring him in, handcuff him!"
No sooner had Incheon Hiroshi's voice fallen than two Japanese officers behind him, holding handcuffs, walked towards Chen Yang.
At this sight, the surrounding Huaxia people immediately became enraged.
"What are you doing, capturing a good person?"
"Those bastards from the Yamaguchi-gumi, we didn't see you handcuffing anyone, so what's this all about now?"
"If you dare to arrest Chen Yang, we'll fight you!"
The Huaxia people who came to Akihabara were mostly hot-blooded youths ready to start a fight at the drop of a hat, which was quite an imposing sight.
However, there was a large number of Japanese police, and they were armed. They simply didn't take the Huaxia people seriously.
Moreover, there was a sinister smile on their faces, as if they were hoping the Huaxia people would charge at the police, so they could justifiably open fire.
These Japanese were just such bastards.
