No one knows if the Ancestor will fulfill his promise three days later, but the sight of him annihilating thirty thousand rcenaries and seven thousand Old Ugly warriors in Niger is still fresh in people’s minds, causing unparalleled panic among the citizens of a certain Island Country and Peninsula who are aware of this information.
In a certain Island Country, inside a wooden hut.
Yamamoto Fuyujiro was the mastermind behind the online trolling of Lu Li with "little essays."
Previously, he gained many followers because of those "little essays," which secretly pleased him.
However, at this mont, staring at the "announcent" on the computer screen like a countdown to death, he was completely stupefied, standing in place.
He never imagined that the Ancestor either doesn’t act, or when he does, it’s astonishing!
"It’s over! It’s over!" Yamamoto Fuyujiro felt icy cold inside, "The Ancestor is truly enraged this ti, ready to destroy and sink our Island Country, most likely because of my previous provocations, thoroughly angering him."
If others find out that it’s his provocations that brought such a colossal disaster to the Island Country, he would absolutely be torn to pieces by countless furious citizens!
Thinking of this, Yamamoto Fuyujiro, sweating profusely, also secretly felt fortunate that no one knew, otherwise he’d truly be finished.
"Impossible, the Ancestor speaks and acts truly; he said he would sink the Island Country in three days, he’ll definitely achieve it."
Yamamoto Fuyujiro hurriedly clicked on a travel website, "I must quickly buy a plane ticket to escape to another country, lest I really perish with the island."
He thought he was fast enough to definitely grab a ticket.
Unfortunately, at this mont, there were too many people in the Island Country with the sa idea as him.
Yamamoto Fuyujiro couldn’t even ntion grabbing a ticket; due to the high website traffic, he couldn’t refresh the page at all!
Anxiously, he started swearing, "Baka! Hurry up! If I don’t buy a ticket to escape soon, I’ll really die here!"
Maybe his luck was particularly good because he managed to squeeze in.
Yamamoto Fuyujiro was overjoyed and imdiately wanted to book a ticket, then pack his belongings and leave.
But just as he clicked on the ticket booking option, there was a loud "boom" at the doorway.
Yamamoto Fuyujiro was greatly startled, hurriedly turning to look at the doorway, wanting to know what happened.
It was better not to look.
When he looked, he was so scared he almost wet his pants!
Standing outside the violently smashed open door was a crowd of people.
n and won, old and young, all were there.
These people shared several common characteristics.
Firstly, every face was sinister.
Secondly, they were all wielding weapons.
Baseball bats, knives, bricks, steel rods, and more, all were present.
The muscular middle-aged man at the front pointed his knife at Yamamoto Fuyujiro and roared angrily, "Baka yarō! It’s this bastard who provoked the Ancestor, causing our island to be dood! Everyone, let’s beat him to death!"
Seeing this, Yamamoto Fuyujiro was scared almost to death, standing up to run away, but where could he go within the house?
"Hit him!"
"Beat him to death!"
A group of people frantically rushed into the house, raising their weapons in hand, and wildly attacked Yamamoto Fuyujiro.
Excruciating pain continuously ca, Yamamoto Fuyujiro was utterly desperate.
He never imagined he wouldn’t be killed by the Ancestor but would die at the hands of his compatriots!
Of course, he knew why this happened.
Ultimately, it was because he angered the Ancestor, leading the Island Country to face impending doom.
Therefore, all the islanders were outraged to the extre and attributed everything to him.
At this mont, Yamamoto Fuyujiro couldn’t be more regretful about his previous actions, regretting it until his intestines turned green!
If given another chance, he would never dare write "little essays" to provoke and anger the Ancestor again.
But regret was too late, what happened couldn’t be undone!
The intense pain made Yamamoto Fuyujiro think he might die.
To his surprise, just as the crowd was furiously beating him, suddenly soone shouted, "That’s enough, don’t beat him to death."
Despite unbearable pain, Yamamoto Fuyujiro was so moved at the thought of surviving that he almost cried.
He hadn’t rejoiced for long when the next words from that person plunged his heart into a deeper abyss than death!
That person said, "We still need to take him to the Ancestor for judgnt, to plead with the Ancestor for rcy to forgive our Island Country’s sins. If we kill him, we won’t be able to ask for forgiveness."
Sent to the Ancestor for judgnt?
Wouldn’t this be worse than death?
Yamamoto Fuyujiro blacked out and fainted from anger.
...
On the Peninsula, on the street.
A large crowd tied up four or five young n and won, beaten black and blue, angrily shouting in the streets.
"It’s this group of bastards that angered the Ancestor, Sumida!"
"We must hand them over to the Ancestor for punishnt, or in three days, our Peninsula will definitely be destroyed!"
"I’d love to kill them! These bastards, how dare they provoke the Ancestor? You’re tired of living, don’t drag us down!"
"Tie them up and send them to face punishnt from the Ancestor!"
"No matter what, we must beg the Ancestor to spare us and not destroy our Peninsula!"
The crowd was agitated, angry shouts echoed continuously.
Those dragged into the calamity without cause were truly furious to the extre.
To be honest, at first, they thought sooner or later death was inevitable.
But when they really learned that the Ancestor would bring an early "doomsday" to the Peninsula, a profound fear was born within them.
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