These people rushed into the "National News" newspaper office, their faces flushed with excitement. Driven by collective emotions, they threw newspapers, manuscripts, fountain pens, etc. on the ground and trampled on them.

However, this will only damage the pen and soil the paper, which is harmless.

At this time, a tall man in the crowd shouted in a loud voice: "It's useless, I'm going to smash the printing press."

Although he spoke Korean, his accent was rude and his intonation was weird.

But the rest of the people were in an impulsive mood, so they didn't have any doubts after hearing it, but felt that it made sense.

So he started to smash the printing press, smashing it to pieces.

Someone saw that the tall man only gave out ideas but stood by and watched, so they asked him: "Why don't you smash it?"

"Hey, I threw cabbage leaves at the Japanese a few days ago. They were injured and I didn't dare to use my strength."

"Damn Japanese."

"Yes, yes, you are right."

People from the newspaper office have long since heard the news and fled.

This place was smashed, and valuable and necessary equipment was destroyed by the people. Only by ensuring that "National News" will not continue to operate can we calm down their surging anger.

At this time, someone ran in in a panic and reported: "Oh no, the Japanese police from the Jongno police station have dispatched to suppress us."

The crowd was a little panicked, and then they remembered that they were fighting against the extremely vicious Japanese.

They still have the courage to fight against the enemy, but they are a little timid when fighting against the outside world.

A young man wearing glasses whispered a few words to the tall man.

The tall man waved his big hands in the air convincingly, and his tone was full of calmness: "Don't be afraid, the number of Japanese police will not be greater than ours. They came to suppress us, but now we are suppressing them!"

This sentence was a bit pretentious, and the people's passion was once again stirred up, and they charged forward with fascinated confidence.

Li Xiuji adjusted his glasses and said worriedly: "Mr. Zhao, will something happen if this happens?"

Zhao Chuanxin said nonchalantly: "As long as I'm here, what can happen? Don't worry."

He and Lee Soo-gil secretly came to Seoul and happened to catch up with the Korean people demonstrating.

Zhao Chuanxian cannot miss this kind of excitement.

Without saying a word, he dragged Li Xiuji into the crowd and paraded with the mighty procession, fanning the flames in order to prevent chaos in the world.

The two of them followed the people to the door of the newspaper office, looked out, and saw that there were indeed Japanese police outside, holding batons to drive away the people.

At this time, both the people and the Japanese police were relatively restrained. Gentlemen used words but did not use physical force, and mostly used pushing and shoving.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a Korean outfit from the secret realm, a white gown and a high hat.

After putting on his clothes, Zhao Chuanxin said to Li Xiuji: "The Korean people are suffering, unspeakably. I have been ignited by their enthusiasm and infected by their will. Today, I stand on the same front as the Korean people. You

Follow me closely so you can teach me Korean and be my translator at any time."

Those words just now were all relayed by Li Xiuji to Zhao Chuanxin, which is why Zhao Chuanxin said them in such a weird tone.

But he has a pretty good memory, and with the influence he has had recently, he can barely speak completely.

Li Xiuji: "..."

He feels that the opposite is true.

Zhao Chuanxin imitated the common people of Korea, looked excited, let out a roar, waved his arms, clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and rushed out as if he was willing to die for his country.

Li Xiuji had no choice but to follow suit.

People's personalities are different.

If he had done it himself, he might have been infected by the positive patriotic enthusiasm of the Korean people and would not hesitate to sacrifice his life and blood.

But with Zhao Chuanxin, he somehow felt that everything had changed, and he was not so positive...

Zhao Chuanxin told the marchers that he was injured by the Japanese and did not dare to use force.

But despite pushing and shoving in the crowd, the Korean people have no single enemy.

"Hey, please give me a break."

"Don't stop me, I want to go over and kill the Japanese."

"Be obedient and don't squeeze. You are no match for me..."

He finally rushed to the forefront.

Looking back, I asked Li Xiuji: "The little devils are too strong. I can't beat them. If I fight with them...how do I say something like this?"

Li Xiuji was confused and translated the lines he had prepared in advance for Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin muttered a few words to deepen his memory.

Then his acting skills broke out, his face was full of grief and anger, he rushed forward and shouted again.

"Oh, the little devil beat me to death."

"The little devil police are too strong."

"The little devil is not a human being!"

While he was shouting, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the baton of a Japanese policeman. The Japanese policeman was dragged by a strong force, and his body was pulled uncontrollably like a kite with its string cut off.

Zhao Chuanxin shook his fist,

Bang,

This punch was so powerful that the Japanese policeman's upper body was thrown back into the air, his legs lifted off the ground, and he fell to the ground.

Zhao Chuanxin shook his hands and shouted: "Oh, it hurts me to death."

"Oh, I'm going to be beaten to death by the Japanese."

As he spoke, he stepped out from another gap in the bustling crowd and took advantage of his height and arm length to catch another Japanese policeman.

Bang,

Knocked down with one punch.

He has never practiced fighting, but he has pretended to fight a few times.

Coupled with being prepared, this second punch was even more skillful.

This punch caused the Japanese policeman to twitch on the ground. After a while, his body stopped even shaking.

The surrounding Korean people were confused.

I just wanted to turn around to see which hero made the move.

Zhao Chuanxin arched his butt and pushed the people behind him away, disappearing into the crowd again.

He just kept shouting that he was beaten by the Japanese police, inciting the emotions of the people around him.

Just those few sentences over and over again, nothing good to say.

But when it comes to slogans, the simpler, the better.

The Japanese policeman in front saw that one of his men was beaten until stars appeared in his eyes, and another was beaten to the point of not knowing whether he was alive or dead. He lost his temper and actually waved his baton and started beating people.

Then people around started shouting: "The Japanese police are beating someone."

Zhao Chuanxin was eager to learn and learned from them, and he was able to speak fluently.

I couldn’t help but secretly rejoice: It turned out that I actually had a talent for languages.

The marchers were beaten with bare hands by the Japanese police until they cried for their fathers and mothers.

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A Korean citizen saw the batons discarded by two Japanese policemen who had been beaten on the ground, picked them up, waved them, and struggled with the Japanese policemen.

The situation seems to be a powder keg ready to explode.

Zhao Chuanxin saw that he had provoked him into a complete fight, so he rushed to the front again, grabbed the baton from the civilian's hand, and while a Japanese policeman was beating a Korean civilian, he hit the Japanese policeman on the head with the stick.

The baton suddenly clicked and snapped.

This shows how cruel and cruel this stick is.

The Japanese policeman fell to the ground instantly with a bloody head.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed a Korean civilian, slapped his back, and pushed him forward with all his strength.

The Korean people and the two Japanese policemen collided. Zhao Chuanxin rushed forward, seized the opportunity to choke the two policemen, and threw them to both sides like two sandbags.

When the people in the parade saw that this man was dressed the same as other Korean people, the key was that he was brave and invincible.

He thought to himself that there was such a brave man in Korea, and he was immediately inspired and rushed forward to defend Zhao Chuanxin and charge forward.

The few Jongno police officers were immediately drowned in the sea of ​​​​people.

Zhao Chuanxin looked around and found Li Xiuji. He squeezed past like a bull: "Quick, tell me the next sentence - everyone will destroy Jongno Police Station with me. How do you say this?"

Li Xiuji's glasses were almost squeezed out by the crowd. He was like a helpless and pitiful boat in a stormy sea.

Thanks to Zhao Chuanxin who squeezed through the surging crowd, he was able to have a moment of relief.
To be continued...