Chapter 610 Japanese Sumo

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After coming out of the house, Yang Zimei casually wandered the street, and unknowingly came to the big square in the city center.

In the center of the square, I don't know what happened, and there are many people around.

And these people are all angry and excited, gesticulating and shouting.

She squeezed in—

In the center of the crowd, someone drew a large circle with chalk, and inside the circle stood three sumo wrestlers as fat as an elephant.

They were only wearing a pair of red briefs, their hair was tied up, and their whole body fat was shaking up and down, so ugly.

One of them shouted in blunt Chinese, "You Chinese people, you are a big sick man in East Asia, you are a useless coward, come out to challenge us if you have one."

Yang Zimei was sweating, she really couldn't understand, how did these three Japanese sumo come here to clamor for a challenge?

No one went out, but all of them were angry, and they kept pointing at the sumo wrestler and yelling, and all kinds of wonderful swearing words kept coming out.

Although there were many scoldings, no one dared to act.

It seems that everyone is a giant in language and a dwarf in action.

The three sumo wrestlers continued to say some humiliating words to the Chinese people.

"I'm here to challenge you! See how arrogant you are!"

At this moment, an extremely angry male voice rang loudly.

A young man stepped out from the crowd.

Yang Zimei saw that it was her benefactor in the previous life, the little policeman Huang Yunguo.

Could it be that he actually wants to challenge these deliberately provocative grand sumo wrestlers?

Looking at these three sumo wrestlers, although there is a lot of fat on the body, the fat is not the same as the fat of ordinary people, just like the muscles that have been trained.

And although Huang Yunguo has undergone physical training at the police academy this year, he is not a master.

"Come on, come on, lad, beat these three big Japanese fat guys back to their hometown."

The surrounding crowd began to cheer excitedly, but no one cared whether Huang Yunguo would be injured.

"Okay, I finally came up with someone who is not afraid of death."

One of them, a relatively small sumo wrestler, came out, hooked his fingers and shouted at Huang Yunguo, "Do you believe that I will stab you, the sick man of East Asia, with one finger??"

Hearing this, Huang Yunguo became even more angry, "Your mother's little Japan is the sick man of East Asia!"

After speaking, he punched the sumo chest with a punch.

The sumo did not dodge, but stood and let Huang Yunguo punch.

Huang Yunguo's fist hit the heart of the sumo wrestler, but it seemed to hit cotton, and the force was completely blocked by the thick fat of the sumo wrestler.

Just as he was about to withdraw his hand, who knows, the fist fell into the compost, and was clamped so hard that it couldn't be drawn out at all.

Huang Yunguo also punched out another fist...

As a result, it was still caught in the fat and could not move.

Seeing this situation, Yang Zimei couldn't help being secretly surprised.

Unexpectedly, these sumo wrestlers can actually exercise their strength on the fat and fat. Not only did those fat and fat not become a burden in the battle, but instead became a shield for unloading force, and even became a weapon. It was really a few times.

Huang Yunguo's fists were clamped, his face flushed with embarrassment.

"Cut, it's really useless. It's actually caught in other people's fat. It's better not to go out and fight, and lose the face of our Chinese people."

Someone in the crowd shouted like that.

What's more, there are a lot of echoes.

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