218: Chapter Two Hundred and Sixteen: Confrontation 218: Chapter Two Hundred and Sixteen: Confrontation Gao Yang had never really encountered racial discrimination, at least not openly, and no one had ever deliberately humiliated him because of his skin color.
Gao Yang had always thought that racial discrimination was something far removed from him, but today he finally faced it, and what particularly puzzled and outraged him was that black people, who are usually victims of racial discrimination, had also started practicing it themselves.
Gao Yang didn’t know if the black man had done it on purpose, but he had pointedly used the word “Chinks”, which was unbearable for Gao Yang, so he immediately retaliated with “n*gger”, a word that is highly offensive to black people, in response to the black man’s insolent remark.
As the black man heard the word “n*gger”, he seemed stunned, as if he couldn’t believe Gao Yang’s response.
“Are you Japanese?
Korean?
Or from Huaxia?
You’re so sensitive to the word ‘Chinks’, are you perhaps a ‘Chinaman’?”
The black man used a derogatory term specifically aimed at Huaxia people.
Although the term “Chink” is commonly understood as a slur against people from Huaxia and can refer to East Asians in general, “Chinaman” is exclusively derogatory towards Huaxia people.
Strangely enough, the black man didn’t get angry when Gao Yang called him a “n*gger”, leaving Gao Yang somewhat confused.
He didn’t know whether the black man had uttered the racist word out of ignorance or with intention.
Gao Yang preferred to believe the best in people; he thought that perhaps the black man had simply used a slur out of sheer stupidity.
After a brief hesitation, Gao Yang said in a stern voice, “I am Huaxia people, black man.
Watch your language.”
The black man took a step back, so he no longer had to stand shoulder to shoulder with Gao Yang, then he laughed and said, “Really, from Huaxia, huh?
Ah ha, you don’t look much like the ‘Chinamen’ I know.
They only make chirping and chattering noises, but you actually know the word ‘n*gger’ and even dared to call me that.
Hey, monkey, I’ve got no bananas here to reward you with.
As for you saying I’ve messed with the wrong person, I’d like to know what you can do to me?
Throw your feces at me?
Is that all monkeys can do?
Ha ha.”
His words made his two white companions burst into laughter, while among the other two, one frowned, and another older white man also frowned and said, “Aida, don’t make trouble.
We should get out of here, and you should…”
Gao Yang wasn’t going to let it go just like that.
After confirming that the black man hadn’t just blurted out the words in ignorance, he would certainly not let him walk away.
Before the older white man could finish speaking, Gao Yang suddenly lashed out with a kick.
As the black man took a step back and continued to mock Gao Yang, he was, in fact, prepared for a possible confrontation.
Although he had no intention of starting a fight, he was ready in case Gao Yang attacked.
But by the time Gao Yang actually made his move, the black man was too slow to evade, and Gao Yang’s kick hit him in a vulnerable spot.
Gao Yang normally appeared affable, even on the battlefield he didn’t seem bloodthirsty or brutal.
But if he truly grew angry, he became entirely irrational; simply put, once Gao Yang lost his temper, he was capable of anything.
Especially after becoming a mercenary, accustomed to resolving disputes with fists and bullets, a provoked Gao Yang would not hesitate to strike or shoot.
Gao Yang’s kick struck the black man’s groin, and as the black man doubled over in pain like a shrimp, Gao Yang brought down the butt of his gun hard on the black man’s head, instantly splitting it open.
The black man, whose name was Aida, toppled forward from the blow of Gao Yang’s gun butt, while Cui Bo stood just behind Gao Yang.
Cui Bo, already fuming, saw Aida falling toward him and forcefully brought up his knee right into Aida’s chest, sending the forward-falling black man back up into the air.
In the meantime, between Cui Bo and Lee Jinfang stood Glolov.
Lee Jinfang shoved Glolov to the side and delivered a kick squarely into Aida’s chest; accompanied by the sound of cracking bones, the black man was sent flying three meters away before he hit the ground and lay motionless.
Birds of a feather flock together, or rather, like attracts like—this saying holds true.
A person’s temperament often matches that of their close friends, of course, assuming they are genuine friends, not just fair-weather buddies.
Aida had provoked someone he shouldn’t have, and even if Gao Yang hadn’t taken action, Cui Bo and Li Jinfang couldn’t let him off the hook either.
It was all because Aida, this black man, was too mouthy and had run into big trouble.
Luckily, Gao Yang still had an ounce of rationality in his heart and didn’t go for the kill.
When Cui Bo and Li Jinfang saw how Gao Yang struck, they knew he didn’t intend to take Aida’s life, so they too avoided aiming for deadly areas.
Otherwise, that butt stroke from Gao Yang would’ve claimed Aida’s life.
“F**k!”
No matter who started the trouble, they couldn’t just stand by and watch their comrade get hit.
As soon as Gao Yang and his companions made their move, the remaining companions of the black man obviously wouldn’t stand down.
After cursing loudly, the person standing next to the black man fiercely brought their rifle butt crashing towards Gao Yang’s face.
However, Gao Yang deflected the rifle with his own and then landed a kick on the attacker’s ankle, toppling him to the ground.
Immediately following up with another kick to the man’s stomach.
“F**k, put down the gun!
Everyone drop your guns.”
“F**k you, put down the gun, I’m about to shoot!”
After a scream, the man Gao Yang had kicked couldn’t move, clutching his stomach and convulsing.
The three teammates who were still standing quickly raised their guns and, with a clack, chambered a round, aiming their muzzles at Gao Yang and his group.
Naturally, Gao Yang’s side wasn’t going to show weakness.
At the same moment the three men raised their guns, Gao Yang’s group also chambered rounds and pointed their guns back at them.
Gao Yang and his team had the upper hand in numbers and firepower, especially since Glolov’s machine gun was loaded with a belt of ammunition.
With a clack of the gun bolt, he took aim at the three men with the machine gun, and although its formidable power was of no practical use at such a close range, it still had an intimidating effect.
Even though they were at a disadvantage in terms of heavy firepower, the two groups were at point-blank distance.
Although the guns in the hands of the three men were only assault rifles, at this close range, there wasn’t much difference in power between an assault rifle and a machine gun.
Either way, if anyone started firing, it would result in mutual destruction.
Just as both sides were shouting at each other at the top of their lungs, demanding the other side to drop their guns, suddenly someone yelled loudly, “Everyone out, get the f**k out now.”
With such a commotion, people would have come out to see what was happening even without being called.
The doors in the hallway opened one by one in rapid succession, but as soon as the people saw what was happening in the corridor, they quickly retreated back into the cabins.
When they re-emerged, each was holding a loaded gun.
It wasn’t long before Gao Yang and his group were completely surrounded, countless gun barrels pointing at them.
The situation had turned one-sided because the transfer ship was operated by a British Security Company, and the majority of the armed security personnel on board belonged to the same company.
In short, most of the people on the ship were affiliated with the black man that Gao Yang and his team had clashed with.
The situation was dire for Gao Yang and his group as they were trapped in the corridor, with gun muzzles aimed at them from both front and back.
Leaving was out of the question, and it seemed there was no other choice but for one side to put down their guns.
The corridor was filled with shouts and curses.
Gao Yang was holding a pistol in one hand and a submachine gun in the other, furiously cursing at the wavering gun barrels and faces in front of him.
Matters had escalated to this point, and dropping their guns was out of the question — it was either a standoff to the end or open fire on each other.
Frey stood in the middle, initially armed with a pistol, but seeing that the situation was turning sour, he swiftly reholstered his pistol and grabbed the M72 rocket launcher from his back.
Effortlessly he opened the launcher, setting it to firing mode, and handed it over to Bruce.
Then he grabbed another launcher, pulled it open, shouldered it, and with his left hand, quickly snatched a grenade from his combat vest.
Biting the pin with his mouth, he raised the grenade into the air and roared, “If we’re going to die, let’s die together, nobody f**king survives, come on!” (To be continued.
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