Chapter 38: The World Has No Thieves (Part 2)

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  "Damn it! Don't you know that the police and gangsters are one family now?" The monkey interrupted angrily, "Whoever gives more gifts is whoever is right!"

  The old cow looked at the monkey and stared for a moment: "It can't be said that way, whether it's the police or ordinary people, after all, they are all human beings, there are all kinds of people, although there are some bad apples among the police, but most of them are still honest."

  "Honestly, fart!" The monkey scolded and then stopped talking.

  As I looked at the crowd with a helpless expression, I had an inexplicable feeling in my heart. I wanted to comfort them but didn't know what to say. The events of six months ago seemed to be happening all over again. Just as I was about to say that there would always be a way out, the glass door of the wine house suddenly swung open and five or six strangely dressed men who looked like troublemakers walked in. As soon as they entered, they started shouting loudly: "Boss, is the boss here? Bring us some dishes!"

  Looking at the arrogant appearance of a few people, I felt a surge of disgust in my heart. My right hand fingers slightly curled up, and I strongly suppressed the urge to pull out my gun. At the same time, a wave of anger slowly rose from the bottom of my heart.

  If it weren't for them, I might not have taken this path. Without them, I might be living a peaceful life now, at least I wouldn't be monitored by my own country, and at least I wouldn't have to lie to my family and friends! They made my life extraordinary, but they also made me live a life that others dare not think of, with my life on the line every day! Should I thank them for making my life extraordinary or should I hate them for taking away my lifelong peace?

  The old cow beside him let out a heavy sigh: "Damn it, here we go again..."

  A few people walked to a table, pulled out chairs with big movements and sat down, then started banging on the table loudly and shouting while eating. This immediately caught the attention of just a few tables of customers. The hooligans became even more arrogant, yelling and throwing their utensils on the ground, pointing at the customers and scolding them loudly. In the end, the few remaining tables of customers couldn't bear it anymore, threw down the money for their meal and left the restaurant in silence.

  Watching the few customers who were originally there leave cleanly, everyone finally couldn't help but slap the table and rush up. I stretched out my hand to stop the crowd. Although I had already moved with murderous intent at this time, although I was about to pull out the pistol from my chest pocket, if I wasn't mistaken, those guys must have been carrying knives or other weapons on them, and if my brothers rushed up now they would definitely get hurt, I couldn't let my own brothers suffer unnecessary injuries.

  At this moment, I was furious to the extreme, and the scenes that had happened in school appeared before my eyes again. I tried hard to hold back the urge to pull out a gun and kill them, reminding myself secretly that I was now in the country, and the national security agents were always watching me from the dark. Taking a deep breath, I turned around and gave a wry smile to the crowd beside me, saying "I'll take care of it." I stood up and walked towards the several arrogant thugs.

  I had just taken a step forward when my hand was grabbed from behind. I turned around to see Old Cow tightly holding onto my hand, everyone's face filled with worry that I would get taken advantage of. I couldn't help but laugh, and the anger in my heart inexplicably subsided a bit. With a light flick of my wrist, I shook off Old Cow's hand and took step after step towards those few little rascals.

  The first guy looked me up and down with a face full of disdain: "Who the f**k are you?"

  "Get out!" I gave them a cold glance: "I'm only warning you once, leave here immediately and get far away!"

  The things I've experienced in the past half year are enough to make my gaze have a great lethal power on ordinary people, let alone that I already have more than ten lives grasped in my hand! The cold and ruthless killing intent emanating from the depths of my heart is enough to pierce through one's soul.

  Several people who were stared at by me unconsciously stood up and retreated two steps, unable to bear my gaze. The leader of the group swallowed his saliva, gritted his teeth, and grabbed a chair next to him, ready to swing it over.

  You're courting death! I snorted, and with a swift kick of my left leg, I sent the chair flying in the direction it was coming from. With a loud crash, the chair shattered into pieces of wood. Before my opponent could even react, I followed up with a spinning kick that landed squarely on his head. The poor guy didn't even have time to react before he was lifted off the ground by my forceful blow, flipping over the table and crashing to the floor, where he lay motionless, not even letting out a whimper as he passed out cold. From the moment I struck to when he hit the ground, it all happened in less than two seconds. But those two seconds contained a blow that would condemn him to a lifetime of suffering from severe brain damage!

  The remaining little rascals saw me in an instant and knocked down their leader, involuntarily retreating a few steps. Until I let out another cold hum, they couldn't help but ignore the leader who was lying on the ground, drew out the daggers and other weapons from their bodies, and shouted loudly to muster up the courage to charge at me.

  A collective gasp echoed from behind me, and I let out a cold laugh as I dodged an incoming dagger and grabbed my opponent's arm, flinging his body backward to block two more daggers. The two sharp blades stabbed into his body without hesitation, and the thug in my hand trembled and let out a blood-curdling scream. I then picked up the dropped dagger and hurled it at another thug charging towards me, striking him in the thigh with a loud "thud". The small thug also let out a pained cry as he fell to the ground.

  The few little rascals were instantly beaten by me to two, the remaining three were stunned by my fierce blows and dared not rush up again, retreating several steps in a row.

  The blood on the ground dyed my eyes red, my body shook violently, and my arm mechanically tried to lift up and reach into my chest several times. I had to use my right hand to tightly pinch the wrist in my hand, forcing myself not to put my hand into my chest. The palm of the wrist in my hand was pinched until it was congested and blackened, I felt like my steel teeth were about to shatter, and the little rascal in my hand had long since fainted completely.

  Wake up! Wake up!

  I sternly warned myself, took a few deep breaths, and shifted my gaze away from the blood-red ground! I forcibly suppressed the killing intent that was about to erupt, slowly calming it down. The trembling of my body gradually subsided, and the consciousness of drawing my gun also faded away.

  What probably scared them wasn't just my skills, but also the bloodthirsty gaze that I unknowingly revealed...

  "Scram!" I flung the already limp guy to the ground, waving my hand in disgust. The few little thugs immediately dragged their injured companion and scrambled out of there as fast as they could. As they ran to the gate, I shouted after them, "Go back and tell your boss to stay away from this store!"

  As I watched them disappear into the streets, I took a few deep breaths. With an air of pretended ease and satisfaction, I patted my hands together and turned around, only to be met with faces that had mouths agape in shock. I silently cursed myself for not realizing earlier that the skills I had just displayed were definitely not something "I from six months ago" could have accomplished. Just now, when I got angry, I didn't even think of this point.

  It seems like I have to come up with an excuse again...

  As expected, as everyone slowly came to their senses, a flurry of questions poured in. I had already deeply understood the power of their mouths, so while secretly calming down the lingering anger in my heart, I obediently waited for them to finish asking before speaking out the excuses I had prepared.

  "My goodness, how did you become so fierce?"

  "Hey, you guys also know Africa is very chaotic, if we don't learn something for self-defense, how can we be okay?"

  "What else don't we know about you?"

  "Well, I've changed a lot in the past six months. Our company specially arranged for us to train at a US military base for a period of time. I even learned how to shoot and throw hand grenades... But all these things I learned were just for survival!"

  "Are you going to Africa for inspection and study or are you going to fight a war!"

  "Well, of course I'm going to go and learn, but self-defense is a must-learn, what if I get kidnapped or something, at least I can protect myself, and it'll save the embassy some trouble."

  ……

  I've been explaining it in a muddled way for half a day, and I finally managed to bluff my way through. The ancients were right: when you tell one lie, you have to tell countless more lies to cover up the panic.