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Ye Xuan's head was aimed at by more than a dozen black muzzle, but Ye Xuan had a disdainful expression, as if there was also some helplessness.
"Hands up!"
The dozen or so Lan Country policemen, their eyes cold as blades, stared at Ye Xuan with utmost seriousness, and shouted sternly.
"Hehe."
Ye Xuan chuckled bitterly a few times. He had just arrived in Lan Country and already had to confront the police here, which was of no benefit to him.
Therefore, Ye Xuan still raised his hands, clasped them on his head, and sneered, "Is this okay now?"
"Fuck you, actually attacking me!"
A policeman suddenly reacted, picked up the gun in his hand, and slammed it toward Ye Xuan's head.
"Pa!"
Before the gun could hit Ye Xuan's head, Ye Xuan slapped that policeman across the face.
"Sorry, sorry, it slipped."
Ye Xuan waved helplessly, then slapped the policeman again across the face.
"Sorry, it's purely a misunderstanding, purely a misunderstanding."
