Smack!
Oshima Yufu was thrown onto the street like a dead pig by the security guards, landing in a dizzy and disoriented mess. He let out a series of strange howls.
"Good, good throw. This little Japanese slave deserves such treatment!"
"Hmph, if you ask me, that was too light. We should have crippled his legs so he'd have to crawl back to his island, preventing him from harming our Huaxia."
"Well said, down with the Japanese dogs, reject Japanese goods!"
"Down with the Japanese dogs, reject Japanese goods!"
...
What Liang Fei and the others hadn't expected was the number of spirited youths in the hotel who, seeing Oshima Yufu being thrown out, were truly stirred up and even started chanting slogans.
Seeing Oshima Yufu thrown out, the fire in Liang Fei's heart also subsided. He then looked at Wang Shaodong, who still stood there anxiously. He, Shen Ruofeng, and Han Yunfan also remained silent with cold expressions.
