After leaving home, Yang Zimei wandered casually on the street and unknowingly came to the main square in the city center.
In the center of the square, I don’t know what happened, but there were many people surrounding it.
And all of these people's faces were filled with anger and excitement, and they were gesticulating and shouting.
She squeezed in -
In the center of the crowd, someone drew a large circle with chalk, and inside the circle stood three sumo wrestlers who were as fat as an elephant.
They were only wearing a pair of red briefs, their hair was tied up, and their body fat was jiggling up and down. They were extremely ugly.
One of them shouted in blunt Chinese, "You Chinese people are the sick men of East Asia, and you are useless cowards. If you have the guts, you will come out to challenge us."
Yang Zimei was sweating. She really couldn't understand why these three Japanese sumo wrestlers came here to clamor for a challenge?
No one went out, but everyone had an angry look on their face, pointing at the sumo wrestling and yelling curses, and all kinds of wonderful Chinese curse words kept coming out.
Although there were many scoldings, no one dared to take action.
It seems that everyone is a giant in language and a dwarf in action.
The three sumo wrestlers continued to say words that humiliated the Chinese people.
"I'm here to challenge you! See how arrogant you are!"
At this time, an extremely angry male voice sounded loudly.
A young man walked out of the crowd.
Yang Zimei took a look and found that it was her benefactor in her previous life, the young policeman Huang Yunguo.
Is he actually going to challenge these big sumo wrestlers who are deliberately provoking?
Looking at these three sumo wrestlers, although there is a lot of fat on their bodies, the fat is different from the fat of ordinary people. It is like muscles that have been exercised.
Although Huang Yunguo has undergone physical training at the police academy this year, he is not a master. It is impossible to defeat any of them. He will only get injured.
"Come on, come on, young man, fight these three fat Japanese guys back to their hometown."
The people around him began to cheer excitedly, but no one cared whether Huang Yunguo would be injured.
"Okay, finally we have someone who is not afraid of death."
One of them, who was relatively small in stature, came out, raised his finger and shouted at Huang Yunguo, "Do you believe I can kill you, the sick man of East Asia, with just one finger?"
Huang Yunguo became even more angry after hearing this, "Your little Japanese is the sick man of East Asia!"
After saying that, he punched the sumo wrestler in the chest.
The sumo did not dodge, but stood and allowed Huang Yunguo to punch.
Huang Yunguo's fist hit the sumo's chest, but it was like hitting cotton. The force was completely blocked by the sumo's thick fat.
He was just about to stop, but who knew that his fist got stuck in the compost and was clamped so hard that he couldn't pull it out at all.
Huang Yunguo also punched out another fist...
As a result, it was still stuck between the fat and couldn't move.
Seeing this situation, Yang Zimei couldn't help but be secretly surprised.
Unexpectedly, these sumo wrestlers can actually exercise their strength on the fat and fat. Instead of becoming a burden in the battle, those fat and fat muscles have turned into a shield to relieve force, and even become a weapon. It really happened a few times.
Huang Yunguo's fists were clamped, and his face turned red with embarrassment.
"Cut, it's really useless. It's actually caught in someone else's fat. It's better not to go out and fight. It's a shame for us Chinese people."
Someone in the crowd actually shouted like this.
What's even more outrageous is that there are many echoes.