The entire shooting range fell silent instantly.
All the police hung their heads, feeling dejected. They were furious at Nakata Ichirō's provocation, but lacking the skills to counter it, they were helpless.
"Hahaha, too weak, simply too weak. Brothers, do you think this group of police is too weak?" Nakata Ichirō taunted even more.
"Simply too weak, they're just a bunch of losers!"
"No, no, no, we shouldn't insult them, we should respectfully call them Sick Man of East Asia!"
"Sick Man of East Asia, Huaxia People are all Sick Men of East Asia!"
"Huaxia police are all trash, hahaha, a bunch of useless garbage!"
Kawaguchi Toshio's other subordinates chimed in, mocking.
"Damn, what did you just say? Try saying it again?" A policeman couldn't help but roar angrily.
"Even if I say it again, they're Sick Men of East Asia!"
"Yes, Sick Men of East Asia, just garbage. You've all lost so badly, don't you admit it?"
