C269 A villager who is not to be trifled with

The villagers stood on the ladders and threw their torches against the wall.

Suddenly, thick smoke billowed and flames soared. The hoodlum even threw away the shield and baton as he ran out while holding his head.

Standing on the street, the lackey wanted to cry but had no tears. He pointed to behind the wall and shouted, "We are all Chinese