"Beat these foreigners to death!"
The shouts from the crowd grew louder and louder. At first, people were still a little confused. The Nagalians had no tradition of resistance, and their religion always taught them that patience was a better way to reincarnate than revenge.
Most people did not have the potential or the idea of "leading". In fact, most of the people who gathered around were here to watch the show and see if there was any opportunity to take advantage of the situation. Just like when they attacked Lynch's workers' station, or when they broke into the rich's house not long ago.
They were very vicious when it came to crimes committed by their compatriots, such as petty thieves. Once these people were caught, it was almost impossible for them to see the police alive.
But when it came to foreigners, they did not have the courage to "beat them to death" because these foreigners had been playing the role of the third ruling class for a long time. Their social and political status was far higher than ordinary people.
Ordinary people might dare to follow the crowd and take advantage of the situation, but no one dared to stand up and shout "beat them to death". The nature of the situation was different, and it was too dangerous.
In Nagalil, God would forgive the crimes of the rich, but he would never let go of the poor.
But at this moment, someone shouted, and it seemed that they were going to do the same.
A young Nagalian climbed up the wall of the rich's house. His face was full of anger. He waved his fist and shouted with all his might, "Rush in, beat these foreigners to death, and take back everything that belongs to us!"
Although he was quickly beaten down, a second person appeared, and then a third. The people's faces showed a kind of emotion that had never been seen before.
"They're not our people."
The leader of the Youth Party, who had rushed over, looked a little solemn. He was half-squatting on the crown of a tree more than 20 meters away.
The view here was good, and he could clearly see most of the rich's house, as well as his compatriots who were gathering.
Some of the core members of the Youth Party were sitting next to him, and some of them were also under the tree.
From the moment they heard that a foreigner had tortured and killed a maid, they actively followed up on the matter and rushed to the scene as soon as possible.
But they did not expect that there were people who were faster than them. They were the ones who were leading the attack on the rich's house.
Previously, they could not find these people in the crowd, but now, they were exposed.
It was precisely because these people weren't from the Youth Party that the short young man felt that things were a little troublesome.
He knew the natives of Nagalil, his compatriots, very well. They would never and would not dare to do such a thing, not to mention that they had looted another rich man's house. Their hands were empty, and as the first batch of people who rushed into the house, they should have gotten more than the others.
Now that they had the goods, they shouldn't continue to cause trouble. Instead, they should quickly return home and hide the goods. After the storm was over, they could go to the nearby black market and sell it to the merchants who collected stolen goods to make a profit.
This was almost an unspoken tradition and rule. Everyone was doing this. If they were caught, they could only blame it on their bad luck. If they weren't caught, they would have made a fortune.
But these people didn't. Their hands were empty, they didn't take anything. The anger on their faces was too exaggerated, and their actions … were too purposeful. They weren't even from the Youth Party. Something was wrong, something was definitely wrong!
The other young man sitting next to him didn't feel anything. He even had an excited smile on his face. "It doesn't matter if they are our people or not. I admire their courage and determination. We should recruit them into the organization!"
He said, a little restless. "We can't just let others be in the limelight for this kind of thing. We should also rush in. This is a good opportunity to let people know about us!"
The Nagalil Youth Party was not very well-known. The short young man thought that now was not the best time. Before they got some 'real' things in their hands, it was best not to be too arrogant.
This would attract the attention of the local authorities, religion, and the third ruling class. They had also destroyed two temples, and now some guardians were tracking them down.
Therefore, he did not agree immediately. Instead, he pondered and weighed the pros and cons. It was during this process that he saw those people climb over the courtyard wall and open the gate from the inside. The crowd rushed into the courtyard under the lead of a few people. The thugs who were responsible for driving the people away were also scattered and drowned by the crowd.
His companion jumped down from the tree and looked up at him after landing. "Let's go too. It's time to let people know about us!"
The short young leader was still a little hesitant. He watched those people rush into the house and heard his companion's voice saying, "It'll be too late if we don't go now." He gritted his teeth and jumped down from the tree.
In fact, it wasn't just his cadre, the others were also looking at him with excitement. They had a desire to do great things, but they didn't know that the youth party wasn't strong enough yet. If they rashly took on some responsibilities that didn't belong to them, it would hurt them.
Looking at his companions, the young man slightly changed his words, "Our battlefield is not here. Do you remember what I told you before? What we want are their properties and wealth, not to vent our anger by killing them!"
"It's easy to kill them, but their property will be confiscated by the government. You should be very clear about our … those people's morals. I want you to go to other places immediately. Before the situation escalates further, help those people make a decision!"
He looked at everyone around him. "I have a hunch that this matter will blow up. Maybe you're right. Let's get started!"
There were some big trends that could not be stopped. In fact, he was also very confused at the moment. He could feel that there was a trend that was rapidly moving. He could even feel that some people were "helping" them, but this feeling was not very good.
As for what was wrong, he didn't know. The only thing he could do now was to speed up the plan. Their original plan was to let the foreign businessmen who were preparing to flee die on the way out of Najalil. This way, their children, or their local family members in Najalil could inherit their wealth.
This included cash, assets, and everything that could be inherited. The wealth of these rich people must be inherited in order to better return to the hands of the people.
Otherwise, the government would find all kinds of reasons to confiscate the property and then drive the people living in it out. They often did so.
This shouldn't take too long, but it wouldn't happen now either. There were still some arrangements to be made, but it was too late.
More and more people came from all directions. Some had already begun to rush to the yard next door. The police, who always appeared in time, didn't appear now. All of this indicated that a storm was brewing!
At the same time, Mr. Simon, who was almost done packing and waiting for someone to take over his property and leave immediately, heard the news from some sources.
He immediately asked the butler to close all the doors. Then, he took a shotgun and sat in the study with the fewest windows.
He was a little nervous. One of his friends had just called him in a panic, saying that the locals had gone crazy. They were crazily attacking his house. The noisy environment made it difficult for him to hear what the other party said. Then, after a dull sound that sounded like a bone breaking, everything returned to silence.
But soon, a voice with a local accent sounded on the phone — "You're next, sir!"
Mr. Simon was terrified. After the phone call ended, he ran to the edge of the yard and looked out. There were already some locals on the street who didn't belong here.
It must be said that foreigners had their own blocks and communities. The blocks and communities for foreigners in every city in Najaril were very prosperous and lively places, but there were not many Najarians in these places.
Because of the high cost of living here, ordinary Najarians were not qualified to be here at all. The police would also help the rich to stop those who might come in to beg or steal. They would keep them out of the community.
When looking at the environment in the community, sometimes people would not think that this was Najaril. They would think that this was their own country.
Everything was so beautiful and quiet. There was no stench, and there were no ragged Najarians in sight.
But now, there were already some outside, and it seemed that there were more and more of them.
Mr. Simon cursed the police who were supposed to beat the locals with sticks and not let them in for not doing their job well. He gave up the idea of leaving immediately.
He didn't have the courage to hurt others before they hurt him. He was still a law-abiding person, so he suspected that he would be stopped if he drove. Now, hiding at home was the best choice.
He picked up his hunting rifle and sat in the study room. He was somewhat unfamiliar with this hunting rifle and checked everything about it, including the bullets.
The slightest movement in his ears would cause him to panic.
He tilted his head and looked out of the window. There seemed to be some noise outside. He picked up the phone and wanted to call the police station again, but this time, there was no reply. There was no sound at all.
The phone line was cut?
He was a little frightened and nervous. He shouted the name of the butler loudly. Not long after, the door of the study opened.
"Master …"
"I'm a little thirsty. Also, send someone to check why our phone line was cut. Also, are there many people on the road outside?"
He wiped the sweat on his temples. "I think it's a little noisy. It wasn't like this before."