Mutahim encouraged himself to be brave, but when he walked out of the hospital, he found that the weather had changed. In the past, he was Mr. Green, but now he has suddenly become a green pig.

In the past, when a green uncle took to the streets, everyone gave in; a group of green uncles took to the streets, and the heroes rushed to the streets; a large group of green uncles took to the streets, the police should be careful. But today, the grand uncle Mutahim came to the streets, and all kinds of contempt and sarcasm.

Mutahim, wearing an A-A robe, walked on the street, and no one looked at him directly. Passers-by, haha, even the children dared to point fingers at him. Especially when he saw his broken back of his head and bandaged wound, many people laughed in the street.

"Do you want to cause trouble?" Faced with two thin little gangsters who mocked him, Mutahim bravely stepped forward and shouted angrily, "What's so funny? You should respect me and respect my faith. This is a free country, and you can't laugh at me like this."

The two little gangsters immediately expressed their "respect" for Mutahim with their fists. Mutahim, who had not healed, was knocked to the ground on the spot and beat him up and screamed. This was unimaginable in the past. There were actually people on the street applause, and some were taking photos and posting videos.

"You have to be glad that you can't get any money for feeding you pork now, otherwise I will definitely feed you." The two little gangsters spitted a few mouthfuls on Mutahim's face and left arrogantly.

Mutahim got up in a panic and saw that there were people around him who were gloating, where did the Virgin Mary of France go? Where did the Virgin Mary of Europe go? Are all the Virgins of the world dead? Without Virgin Mary, how could the Green Cultists live?

Mutahim was panicked and sad. Why did the night change so much? He walked a long way with his legs before returning to his neighborhood. He originally hoped to gain some comfort, but found that the entire neighborhood was blocked by the police.

A large group of Agriculture Green Cultists were blocked on the streets. They had been making noises and scolding for a long time. But today they were honest like cattle and sheep, and there was no one to make a sound.

"What happened again?" Mutahim finally found a brother of his gentry he knew in the crowd. After recognizing him, his brother quickly dragged him aside and cried in a low voice: "Dear Mutahim, we are finished."

"You make it clear."

"We have been constantly attacked since last night. No one dared to challenge us in the Ninety-Three Provinces, but last night all the gangsters from all over Paris came to bully us.

You should know that most of us can only go on the street, travel and clamor a few times. The sudden siege caused us a lot of losses. Our shops were smashed, our residences were robbed, our people were insulted, and our lives were completely ruined."

This cries caused a lot of sad voices from the Agriculture believers around them. They didn't even think about why they ended up being disgusted by the whole society. They would only curse everyone for disrespect for them after being hit, and would whistle like a defeated dog.

"So what's going on with these police?" Mutahim looked at the blocked neighborhood, a large number of police officers and even a large number of special police officers appeared here. They kept rushing into one residence after another, arresting people and searching for witnesses.

Soon someone told the truth.

"The police came to protect us at the beginning, but they also entered our territory and found a lot of drugs."

"We have stored weapons and ammunition to prepare for the riots, too."

"The large number of female slaves we got from North Africa and the Middle East were also discovered by the police."

"The people who were imprisoned by us and the bodies executed were also found by the police."

"Now the media reports say that the police found a huge rotten sore hiding in Paris, and the whole of France was shaken. No one dared to speak for us here."

"Dear Mutahim, you are wanted by the police, too."

Allah, Allah, are you going to test me?

Mutahim was staggering by news. He never expected that the night would pass and his foundation would be uprooted. He scolded angrily: "What about our enemy? The 'Victor Hugo' who issued the feeding mission, I bet he is 'Chinese Forest'.

Did the police go to arrest the 'Chinese forest'? Has anyone protested? Has anyone joined forces to march? Are you just staying here stupidly and doing nothing? At this time, you should have united to fight!"

All the people in the Arabs asked were depressed. "Chinese Forest"? They are living well. They are rich, powerful and have a positive image. No one will easily cause trouble for him. On the contrary, the French still feel that they should thank this Chinese.

Why do you have to thank? I can't say it. I just think this person is good, changing society and giving the whole of Paris a new kind of comfort. And the Agriculture Green Congregation who only knows how to give birth to children and take relief has reached the point where everyone shouts and beats.

"No, we can't do nothing, we must act." Mutahim is the boss at least, "At this time we should put ourselves in the perspective of the victims and tell the world that we are also peace-loving, kind, and moderate.

Find more women and children, and now we should show weakness and make the Virgins sympathize with us again. Without sympathy, we are nothing. We should start from the perspective of freedom of religion and belief, and express to the media that we have been persecuted and stigmatized, make them feel guilty and distressed."

A group of idle Asians were immediately ready to move. Armed protests were their best, and it was not difficult to organize them. At present, there seemed to be no other way to go. It was urgent to find a way to emphasize that they were not extremist, and that the government would continue to protect themselves.

As long as it works, the old method is a good method. Anyway, it’s idle, so it’s good to go out and walk to digest food!

A group of Agriculture believers immediately began to incite. They made banners, flags, and printed slogans. Women and children representing the weak were found, and a large number of adult men followed.

At this time, no matter whether the police approve it or not, they must use the parade to make their own harmless voice. It would be even more wonderful if the police block it or even die a little. Especially if a few women and children die in the conflict, the international community will be shocked.

Relying on convenient communication and group living conditions, the march organized by Mutahim immediately began. They set out from the ninety-three provinces where the Arabs gathered, heading south from the suburbs to the city center. Along the way, more and more Green Cultists joined them.

Before the Paris police could react, the team of hundreds became tens of thousands, and they rushed to the Arc de Triomphe. At this time, the media was sensitive, and a large number of reporters immediately gathered on the way forward of the parade, and they took pictures of the poor women and children in the team and their slogans.

“We are moderates.”

“We want to live a stable life, too.”

"Don't discriminate, don't split, we are all French."

"I'm a green creator. Is anyone willing to hug me?"

"Don't push us to extremism, we need freedom and democracy just like you."

Oh..., this scene is so pitiful. It is a completely shout from the oppressed group. How can the Virgins not make the Virgins feel sympathy?

The team slowly moved forward, and this scene was exactly what the white left-leaning elites needed. The unscrupulous media was even more excited. All reporters wanted to win a Pulitzer Prize or something with such an incident.

The right time, place and people are in harmony, just to make things bigger.

But not only will Mutahim find a way to make things bigger, but also people want to play the game to the end.

Just in front of the parade, under the majestic Arc de Triomphe, a wild boar came from somewhere. The wild boar was so big, with thick legs and strong body, steel mane and fangs, and he was humming and screaming, and it was hard to mess with at first glance.
Chapter completed!