Ancestors, please don't crawl out again.

Chapter 137 That Demonic Man
Ignoring the situation outside, Yang Feng continued clearing out the exhibition hall.

Soldiers swarmed in from behind.

One by one, they carried guns and shields, moving forward in turns in the hall as if they were elite soldiers, even firing flashbangs, before fiercely rushing straight at Yang Feng.

But Yang Feng disappeared the next moment.

The commanding officer was bewildered, but then he saw the soldiers around him pointing their guns at him in a chaotic manner. He instinctively turned around, and at the same time, something slapped him across the face with a whistling sound. He screamed and spat out blood and teeth, his face twisted backward and he flew backward and crashed to the ground, where he convulsed, looking at the figure that had suddenly appeared behind him.

"shot!"

He screamed at the top of his lungs.

The soldiers immediately fired bullets from their rifles.

But in front of that person was a shield that appeared to be made of jade.

Bullets kept hitting the shield and him, then ricocheting off in a chaotic manner; some soldiers were even hit and fell by ricocheting bullets.

The soldiers continued firing in a panic, even emptying their magazines.

"Don't you understand who you're facing?"

Yang Feng said.

The next moment, the Crimson Sky Sword was drawn.

The blood-red sword light transformed into a sweeping arc of light.

The soldiers stopped abruptly, looking down in horror as their arms and rifles fell to the ground. At the same time, their bulletproof vests ripped open across their chests, followed by their bodies, blood gushing out instantly. Their eyes glazed over as they fell one by one, their bodies disintegrating as they fell.

The officer was stunned, but then, regaining his senses, he desperately crawled out.

He stretched out his hand for help as he climbed.

But the next moment he suddenly fell heavily to the ground, like a toad that had been crushed.

He now carries a Renaissance stone sculpture on his back, which is also a museum collection.

Ignoring the corpses scattered on the ground, Yang Feng walked straight to the kneeling South Asian man. The man immediately sobered up, quickly got up, and led the way to the "Your Highness" he had been addressing, entering the underground warehouse to continue emptying the collection. The attack outside paused. After all, Yang Feng hadn't been avoiding attention from the start, so his supernatural abilities were being watched, recorded, and even circulating online. He hadn't actually killed anyone before; even the police officers who were pinned down weren't fatally wounded—at least he had avoided fatal blows. But this was equivalent to cutting dozens of soldiers in half at the waist—that was real murder.

His level of terror has increased dramatically.

Given the country's notorious bureaucratic system, it's impossible to make a decision in a short period of time.

What a fuss!

There's no danger in arguing.

But attacks can kill people.

When Yang Feng emptied the underground warehouse, the soldiers outside still did not attack.

However, those that had been carried away earlier, including the officer, had their statue that had been on top of him knocked over and broken into several pieces. Outside, reporters were angrily rebuking the general who was in command for destroying artwork, but Yang Feng was so frightened that he shut up as soon as he stepped out.

The gun barrels and grenade launchers on those armored vehicles were instantly aimed at him.

"I've made myself very clear. I'm only here to take away things that don't belong here. You all know that most of the things here were looted from all over the world, and you could even say that most of them are stained with the blood of innocent people. I'm just here to take them back to their original owners. If you think these things already belong to you, then you can talk to the original owners. If they think the past is the past and that it's more appropriate for these things to stay with you, then they will naturally return them to you."

Understand?
I just want them to no longer be burdened by the shadow of the colonial era, and to be able to clearly display the beauty they contain.

When your ancestors took these things in the past, they used all sorts of immoral means, burning, killing, looting, cheating and deceiving, going against the wishes of the land and people to which they originally belonged. This was wrong. Now we live in a civilized era and should not let the mistakes continue.

You can collect and display them.

However, their original owners' consent is required.

Similarly, if you disagree, then they can return to their original owners, and you should be happy that your past sins have been absolved.

civilization.

This is true civilization.

I don't understand why you are blocking or even attacking me?
Am I not trying to help you?

Don't you want to completely sever ties with the evil colonial era?
Don't you want to put aside past grievances and move towards a new future together with the victims of the colonial era?
I don't want to kill anyone.

But any attack on me constitutes engagement, in which I will kill anyone who attempts to attack me.

Yang Feng stood in front of the gate, speaking with a stern and righteous expression.

The people outside were dumbfounded.

like……

That doesn't seem to make no mistake!

After all, the "white left" is rampant in Europe today. Although the white left generally doesn't fight against adversity and won't challenge this issue, in reality, they have at least verbally reflected on the colonial era. This museum has always been a focus of international condemnation of the colonial era, given that it is filled with treasures looted by the colonizers. And in recent years, there have indeed been symbolic returns of some treasures to their rightful countries, and many countries have also demanded their return.

So this guy's theory is indeed morally sound.

Let their original owners decide for themselves.

If the latter is willing to allow you to keep it in the museum, then you have obtained legal authorization.

If you don't want to, then you should return it to them.

Very reasonable.

but……

This is blatant robbery!
This is blatant robbery! You've come all the way to our capital!
You're rubbing our faces in the ground repeatedly!
Even if you steal it!

Couldn't you at least give a little consideration to our dignity?

"Sir, this involves complex legal issues, but your actions are an insult to our country's laws and dignity. You must now lay down your weapons, hand over the looted items, and await our legal judgment."

An official-looking man angrily rebuked him.

"Your laws? What do your laws have to do with me?"

Yang Feng smiled disdainfully, then walked straight ahead.

"Quick, catch him!"

The official shouted. At the same time, he instinctively ducked behind an armored vehicle.

The soldiers on the armored vehicle opened fire, and machine gun bullets instantly struck Yang Feng, only to bounce off at the same time, as if he were wearing not a trench coat, but heavy tank armor. The jade axe hovering in mid-air continuously shielded his face. These divine artifacts were beyond the reach of machine guns. Although Yang Feng didn't actually need to worry about his face because his defense was based on rules, bullets would still bounce off even when they reached what appeared to be unprotected areas.

The ricocheting machine gun bullets continued to hit nearby soldiers; it was a large-caliber machine gun, and the soldiers' body armor could not protect them.

The soldiers were so frightened that they immediately scattered.

They quickly fled behind the armored vehicles and other vehicles, watching Yang Feng with trepidation.

Yang Feng continued walking towards another exhibition hall.

The tracer bullets from the machine gun struck him and bounced off, continuously hitting the surrounding vehicles and buildings.

The machine gunners on the armored vehicle were all devastated.

He screamed like a madman, relentlessly unleashing bullets at the demonic man; the high rate of fire quickly emptied his ammunition belt.

"Is it my turn?"

Yang Feng sneered.

The next moment, a giant bow appeared in his hand, and then he slowly drew it back, and energy arrows gradually formed.

Everyone stared in disbelief.

The next moment, the energy arrow shot out, striking the armored vehicle squarely. Upon impact, the entire vehicle shattered into fragments flying in all directions, along with the soldiers inside and the officials hiding behind, disappearing from sight, leaving only a large crater in the ground. Meanwhile, the giant bow in Yang Feng's hand vanished instantly. In the ensuing, petrified silence, he merely snorted coldly, then walked into the exhibition hall and began clearing out the exhibits. As for the people outside…

Of course, we'll keep watching.

Even the soldiers completely gave up on stopping him and instead began blocking the reporters who were trying to run inside to broadcast his story live.

The latter were so excited they were almost as excited as dogs waiting for food.

This is incredible news.

A real magician, ransacking a museum, killing dozens of soldiers, and right here in this city, shouting out a reason that was destined to ignite a political storm...

It's easy to see that if he were to actually return these collections to their original countries, it would create a lot of drama between governments. Those countries would certainly not return them. Even if politicians considered a political exchange for their own benefit, public opinion would force them to have no other choice. Conversely, if they accept them, it would put the other side in an awkward position, because he stole them. No matter how righteous his reasons are, it doesn't change the fact that he took them from here. If those countries accept them, it means they acknowledge the legality of his actions. In fact, this situation is inevitable. If he were to actually return these treasures, some politicians in those countries, to appease nationalistic sentiments and demonstrate their strength, would certainly choose to recognize the legality of his actions and accept them.

They even hailed him as a hero.

They won't care about anything else if it's for the sake of votes!

Ultimately, the British Empire at this point was already a declining empire, so who would care about the face of a country that was gradually becoming a weakling?

I've humiliated you, so what can you do about it?

Are you suggesting that your two leaky aircraft carriers, along with your warships that are routinely out of service, come to attack me?
It would be a real mess if you had to urgently seek tugboat rescue halfway through the journey.

Do you think you're still a hundred years in the past?

Besides nuclear weapons, what else do you have?
Ah, they have nuclear missiles but can't launch them; firing one almost took their own defense minister away.

The end result will likely be a celebration that humiliates this former world hegemon, a country that now has no voice other than stirring up trouble.

Of course, these reporters love this; the bigger the news, the happier they are.

Amid the chaos outside, Yang Feng continued clearing out the exhibition hall, then moved into the warehouse, quickly emptying it completely. He then calmly walked out, proceeding to other exhibition halls and warehouses in front of countless cameras, including drones, continuing his clearing process. Meanwhile, the number of soldiers outside increased, as did the number of armored vehicles, and even armed helicopters appeared in the sky.

tank……

There are no tanks.

Their active tanks are estimated to be so numerous that even filling this square wouldn't be enough.

Moreover, it's impossible to bring them here in a short time.

Neither the armed helicopters in the sky nor the armored vehicles on the ground launched an attack; they simply watched Yang Feng work. Another official came and tried to negotiate with him, but he ignored him.

Later, even a domestic diplomat came. They had already verified Yang Feng's identity, but Yang Feng was listed as missing in China and didn't have a visa. So, theoretically, the diplomat could only say he was a suspected missing person, but couldn't confirm it, since from the perspective of the domestic authorities, he was just an ordinary person. Now, this robber, who supposedly possesses supernatural abilities, has no exit record, and the local customs has no entry record. So, simply because he looks like the missing Yang Feng, it cannot be confirmed that he is Yang Feng, let alone his nationality.

and so……

Then we shouldn't interfere in other people's internal affairs.

If a robber who cannot be confirmed to be a citizen of this country robs a museum here, that is your own criminal case and has nothing to do with the embassy.

Does he look like Yang Feng?
There are many people who look like Yang Feng.

If we wanted, we could even find a bunch that are more similar to this one.

In short, the diplomat came over, made a casual statement, and then went to a nearby building to watch the show with binoculars.

And so, amidst what could be described as worldwide attention, or rather, widespread schadenfreude, Yang Feng emptied the massive museum, then, leaning on his nine-section staff, walked like Gandalf towards the soldiers waiting outside. But it wasn't just the soldiers; he already had fans. After all, this country was no longer what it used to be. Those South Asians, those of mixed race, wouldn't feel the humiliation that the Union Jack evoked. In their eyes, he was a hero. Of course, more importantly, Yang Feng's earlier words filled them with even greater pride in their lives here…

You white people owe us something!
It was your colonization of our country that caused our poverty and chaos, so isn't it only right that we come here to receive your compensation?

You owe us.

You are guilty.

We are here to give you a chance to atone for your sins.

Just as Yang Feng cleared out the museum to help you wash away the sins of the colonial era.

You should be grateful.

You should say thank you.

We have given you the opportunity to return to the civilized world.

Of course, this was in contrast to the anger of the Union Jack supporters, but it was mainly men. In fact, most of the women were arm in arm with their Black boyfriends, cheering for Yang Feng, and their cheers completely drowned out the anger of the Union Jack supporters. In reality, hundreds of thousands of people had quickly gathered around the museum, to the point that the armored vehicles that were being sent as reinforcements were struggling to move, while helicopters continued to drop off batches of soldiers.

The soldiers, each with a beer belly, were said to be a quarter of the way obese.

They surrounded the museum.

Hundreds of infantry fighting vehicles and light wheeled armored vehicles blocked all the roads, and even the reporters were driven to the back. Then, one by one, the cannons were pointed at Yang Feng as he walked out of the museum.

(End of this chapter)