Bao Zhanhai and his more than twenty men formed two horizontal lines, continuously moving forward, and the distance between them and the South Koreans was decreasing. The sound of machetes and iron rods scraping on the cement road became more piercing, and the street lamps shone on the machetes, making them gleam chillingly.
Under normal circumstances, such a situation would undoubtedly put great pressure on ordinary people. Several pedestrians nearby had already been scared off to one side. However, these South Koreans remained extraordinarily calm, even leisurely chatting in Korean.
Chu Ge was somewhat concerned about what these South Koreans were saying, but he was standing quite far from them, obscured by the sharp sound of machetes and iron rods scraping on the ground, making it impossible for him to hear clearly.
Song Baijia had better hearing than Chu Ge, but unfortunately, he didn't understand a word of Korean, so Chu Ge couldn't count on him.
