Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

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, but it 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 in Korean, his accent was unsound and his intonation was weird.

But the other people were in an impulsive mood, so they didn't have any doubts after hearing it, but they felt 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 injured me and I didn't dare to use my strength."

"Damn Japanese."

"Yes, yes, you are right."

The people in the newspaper office had 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 the "National News" could not continue to operate could we calm down their surging anger.

At this time, someone ran in in a panic and reported: "It's not good, the Japanese police from the Jongno police station are 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 courage inside, but they are a bit timid outside.

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 out 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 Li Xiuji secretly came to Seoul and happened to catch up with the Korean people demonstrating.

Zhao Chuanxian couldn't 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 spoke 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, unspeakable. 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, so Zhao Chuanxin spoke in such a weird tone.

But he has a pretty good memory, and with the recent exposure to hearing and seeing, he can barely speak completely.

Li Xiuji: "..."

He felt that the opposite was true.

Zhao Chuanxin imitated the common people of Korea, looked excited, roared, 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 shed their 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 had been injured by the Japanese and did not dare to use force.

But in the crowd, there is no single enemy for the Korean people.

"Hey, please let me go."

"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 eventually made it to the forefront.

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

Li Xiuji confusedly 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 exploded, his face full of grief and anger, he rushed forward and shouted once.

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

"The little devil police are too strong."

"The little devil is not a human being!"

As he shouted, 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 a broken string.

Zhao Chuanxin shook his fist,

boom,

This punch was so powerful that it hit the Japanese policeman's upper body and made him fly 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."

"Oops, 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 grab another Japanese policeman.

boom,

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 had done it.

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.

When 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 where he didn't know 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 feel happy: It turns out that I actually have a talent for languages.

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

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

The situation seemed like 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.