However, from only a few meters away, the words can still be heard clearly, let alone sprinting at full speed.
The Monkey King and others arrived, only for a moment.
Even so, they were still a step too slow. In the blink of an eye, Chen Yang stretched out a foot and firmly stepped on the young native's right hand.
work hard!
Grind!
"Ouch~"
The young native's free hand desperately tried to withdraw his hand, and he let out a scream that did not sound like a human voice, but his efforts were in vain, and he could not withdraw even a little bit from Chen Yang's feet.
"This hand can't hold the kettle steady, right?"
Chen Yang said coldly: "Then I think you don't need your hand."
"stop!"
The Monkey King blocked Chen Yang with agility that was unimaginable for an old man of his age.
He first looked at the pale face of the young native, then looked at Chen Yang's feet which were motionless and showed no intention of moving away. With a very unsightly look on his face, he cupped his fist at Chen Yang in the Chinese way:
"Young man, it was Xiao Liu's fault just now. Lao Hou is here to help him."
"Now that punishment has been given, the young man might as well show his dignity and save half of his life."
The young natives indeed only have half their life left.
After the Monkey King finished speaking, Chen Yang had not yet responded. The young people behind him were all trembling with anger.
If the Monkey King hadn't accumulated great power, they would have jumped over him long ago.
In their opinion, just do it, why bother talking so much? Why should you beg Chen Yang for mercy?!
In fact, if they asked the Monkey King this question, the Monkey King would not know why?
He couldn't give a reason, but inexplicably, he didn't want to offend Chen Yang. It seemed that there was a voice in his heart reminding him to be cautious.
"discipline?"
Chen Yang ignored the lean locals who were "full of indignation" and sneered: "Then I'll have to say enough."
...that's not enough?!
Now, not only the young locals, but also the Monkey King's face darkened.
Even the long-distance bus drivers from China, who were not on the opposite side of Chen Yang but had friendship with the Monkey King and the others, all looked a little ugly.
They felt that Chen Yang had gone too far, and they had not suffered any loss, so why should they be unreasonable?
The long-distance drivers who run this route are not just drivers at all. Most of them are wandering in the gray area and are truly marginalized people.
One of them, a middle-aged driver with a beard and always prestigious, stood up and said loudly in Chinese: "Young man, it's almost done."
“Don’t forget, this is Myanmar!”
Chen Yang sneered and waved it away with a nasal sound, completely expressing his attitude.
His feet continued to exert force, and everyone could see with the naked eye that the young native's palm was slowly sinking downwards together with the soil on the ground, as if Chen Yang's kick was going to crush the young native's palm into inseparable from the soil.
The minced meat is average.
While Chen Yang was acting unscrupulously, he looked at the Monkey King with a pale face and asked: