Let you raise pigs?But kicked me out of the classmate group?

Chapter 1365

When we finally passed through the last glass door and stepped onto the land of Tieguo, it was almost dusk. The setting sun was like a huge, red-hot iron, pressing heavily on the western horizon, painting a thick and hot golden red on the empty concrete square outside the airport.

The heat wave hit me unhindered, and sweat instantly soaked the back of my shirt.

At the edge of the square, several dilapidated minibuses and taxis were parked in a disorderly manner. The drivers shouted in a mixture of French, Lingala and broken English, vying to solicit passengers, their voices hoarse and urgent. Further away, there was a low, colorful shantytown, casting long, twisted shadows in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Qin Hao stopped and took out his mobile phone. The light from the screen illuminated his calm eyes.

"The reserved car has not arrived yet."

He spoke briefly, looking past the noisy crowd to the dusty road outside the square, the only way to the city.

At this moment, a sharp, piercing, and malicious shout, like a rusty saw, suddenly tore through the hot evening air!
“Papa na ngai! (Give me the money, old man!)”

"Tika mbongo! (Don't try to run!)"

"Bana con! (Asshole!)"

The sound came from a relatively dark corner at the base of the airport's outer wall, in front of their left. The afterglow of the setting sun left a fuzzy shadow there, outlining a few swaying figures.

Seven!

Qin Hao's eyes instantly locked onto the target, sharp as an eagle's.
Seven young thugs with cheap, glaring yellow hair, wearing baggy vests and ripped jeans, waving empty beer bottles or short wooden sticks in their hands, formed an oppressive semicircle.

Their prey was cornered - a thin, half-blooded old man wearing an old but once fine beige linen suit. The old man had gray hair, a face full of fatigue and frost, high cheekbones, deep eye sockets, and light brown skin, with obvious mixed features of Black Continent and Middle Continent.

He held a worn-out old leather bag tightly in one hand, and tried in vain to block it with the other hand. His eyes were filled with humiliation, fear, and a kind of anger that was driven into a desperate situation. The corner of his mouth was broken and bleeding, and his expensive suit was covered with dust and even had a tear in it.

"Fils de pute! (Son of a bitch!)"

The old man cursed hoarsely in English with a strong French accent, his voice full of desperate anger. His resistance seemed so weak in front of the seven young thugs.
"Qin Hao..."

Charlie's voice was tense, with incredible shock and a surge of anger. He subconsciously rushed forward.
"do not move!"

Qin Hao's voice was low and cold, like quenched iron, instantly stopping Charlie's steps. Qin Hao's eyes were like a high-speed precision radar, quickly scanning every detail of the scene:
The positions of the seven thugs, the crude weapons in their hands, the old man's condition, the surrounding terrain (only a few piles of discarded tires and scattered empty oil drums), and the figures of a few locals in the distance who were watching indifferently but no one stepped forward... All the information was instantly integrated and calculated in his mind.

"Seven to two. The other side has the advantage in numbers, terrain, and psychology, and has blunt weapons."

Qin Hao spoke very quickly, and every word was terribly calm, analyzing the cold probability.

"We have no weapons and no experience in dealing with the local environment. Estimated chance of success in a head-on conflict: 37 percent. Consequences of failure: severe injury or death, mission aborted, and complete collapse of subsequent plans."

His gaze finally fell on the old man who was surrounded in the middle and had a desperate look in his eyes. His brows were twisted into a cold knot.

“The cost of intervention is extremely high.”

Charlie turned his head suddenly and looked at Qin Hao. The fire in his blue eyes was ignited by the calm analysis and almost burst out.
"thirty-seven?"

He gritted his teeth, and the sound came out from between his teeth, with a suppressed roar.
"Thirty-seven fucking! Cost? Look at him!"

He pointed at the old man who was being grabbed by the collar by another thug and punched in the face. The old man groaned and slid down the wall, still holding his bag tightly.

The yellow-haired leader with a scorpion tattoo had obviously lost his patience with the old man's stubborn resistance. His face was shaking, his eyes were fierce, and he suddenly raised the heavy green beer bottle with a blurred trademark in his hand!

If this hits hard, the consequences will be unimaginable!

"DO NOT!"

Charlie's body reacted before he could think.
Instead of rushing towards the old man, he suddenly turned sideways and kicked hard on an abandoned, half-person-high empty oil barrel next to him!
"Clang-!"

The loud bang of the iron barrel hitting the ground and the sudden cry of pain from the gang leader sounded almost simultaneously.

"Vous! (You guys!)"

The gang leader endured the pain, twisted his face, and instantly locked his ferocious eyes on Charlie, the instigator, and Qin Hao who was a few steps away!
The anger in his eyes was almost bursting out, and he roared in French mixed with Lingala.

"Fils de pute! (Son of a bitch!)

"Bouffe-les! (Tear them up!)"

Qin Hao cursed inwardly, his cold calculation instantly failed in the face of absolute violence. Charlie's recklessness dragged the two of them into this deadly quagmire!

"Charlie! Back off! Tire pile!"

Qin Hao shouted loudly, and at the same time, he leaped forward like a cheetah, aiming at the brick! His movements were so swift that he left an afterimage.

However, Charlie seemed not to have heard his instructions at all. The punch the old man received and the bottle smashed against the wall completely ignited something desperate in his bones.
"Fuck thirty-seven!"

Bending down, he picked up the heavy bottle, and moved forward instead of retreating.
With the momentum of dying together, he smashed the head of the gangster who was rushing in the front!
"Bang-click!"

"Bang-click!"

The screams rang out again!
Qin Hao has already got the brick. It is hard, heavy, and has sharp edges. It has become his only weapon at this moment.

"Hao! Behind me!" Charlie's hoarse warning came with a broken voice.
Qin Hao turned back suddenly!

The scorpion tattooed gang leader who was hit by the oil barrel he kicked away had struggled to get up without knowing when.
At the same time, the gangster who was injured in the abdomen by Charlie before also endured the severe pain, picked up a wooden stick on the ground, and staggered towards Qin Hao from the side.

Attack from both sides!

indifferent
Qin Hao's pupils contracted, and he instantly determined that the gang leader's attack was the main threat, with great force and difficult to resist. He decisively gave up the head-on confrontation, and at the moment when the opponent was about to pounce, he suddenly took a step back to the side and rear!
At the same time, he used all his strength to wield the brick in his right hand and threw it hard at the face of the leader who was rushing towards him!
The bricks whistled and hit the gang leader's ferocious face! The leader instinctively raised his hand to block it.
"Crack!" The brick hit his crossed arms, and the debris flew everywhere.
It's now!

Qin Hao did not retreat but advanced!

Taking advantage of the moment when the leader's vision was blocked and his forward momentum was blocked, he approached like lightning! With the five fingers of his left hand together like a knife, he used all his strength and stabbed hard at a specific position below the leader's right collarbone with a force of thunder!

"Ugh—!"

An inhuman, short howl erupted from the leader's throat! His blocking arm instantly fell limp, and his entire body spasmed violently as if the spine had been pulled out in an instant. His eyes rolled back, and his huge body fell forward like an unfinished building that was blasted in a directional manner, and fell face first onto the hard, hot concrete floor, with dust flying everywhere! No more sound.
Qin Hao's attack was precise and ruthless, directly hitting the nerve plexus, instantly destroying the opponent's ability to resist.
Almost at the same time, the thug who rushed over with a wooden stick also arrived! The wooden stick hit the back of Qin Hao's head with a sound of wind!
Qin Hao had just knocked down the gang leader with all his strength, and his body leaned forward. His old strength was exhausted, and his new strength had not yet been generated! He twisted his body suddenly, trying to avoid the vital points, but the speed of the wooden stick was too fast;
Seeing that the rough wooden stick was about to hit Qin Hao's temple——

"Go away!"

A hoarse roar sounded like thunder!

It's Charlie!
He had broken free of the entanglement without knowing when, and rushed forward recklessly like a wounded lion! He had no time to use any skills, but just relied on a brutal momentum to hit the side of the gangster with the stick with his shoulder!

"Oh!"

A dull thumping sound!

The thug was hit by Charlie's desperate blow, and the whole person flew out sideways. The wooden stick fell out of his hand, and he fell like a broken sack in the dust a few meters away, curled up and groaned in pain.

Charlie himself staggered a few steps due to the huge reaction force, his face was pale, and he covered his arm that was just scratched. The wound was pulled, and the blood instantly dyed the fingers red, but he gritted his teeth and didn't groan;
The entire fight, from the moment Charlie kicked out the oil barrel to the moment the last thug was knocked away, actually took only a few dozen seconds. It was as fast as a storm, and as fierce as it was suffocating.

The corner of the airport exit, which was noisy just now, now fell into a strange silence.
There were only heavy gasps coming one after another - Qin Hao's breathing remained surprisingly steady, with only a slight rise and fall in his chest; Charlie was gasping for air, his forehead was covered in cold sweat and blood, and the wound on his arm was bleeding;

The seven hooligans rolled on the ground, groaning in pain, like crushed insects.
The silence lasted only a brief moment.

Qin Hao quickly adjusted his breathing, and his cold eyes swept over the thugs on the ground who were no longer threatening, to confirm that there were no missed sources of danger. He took a few steps to the wall, next to the mixed-race old man curled up on the ground.

"Sir? How are you?"

Qin Hao squatted down, his voice low and steady, but his movements were full of unquestionable determination. He carefully supported the old man's thin shoulders, avoiding the obvious wound.

The old man's gray hair was messy and covered with dust and blood. The cut at the corner of his mouth was still bleeding. His beige linen suit was stained with stains, and purple flesh was exposed under the torn wound.

His body instinctively shrank under Qin Hao's touch, and his cloudy eyes were filled with fear. But when he saw Qin Hao's cold but harmless oriental face, the fear receded a little, replaced by the huge confusion and weakness of surviving a disaster.

"me…"

The old man opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse like sandpaper rubbing against his throat, and he made a hoarse sound, but he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

He subconsciously hugged the worn-out old leather bag in his arms tighter, as if it was his only lifeline.

"It's okay, it's safe."

Qin Hao briefly comforted him and quickly checked the old man's injuries.

The most serious injury was the left arm, which seemed to have been hit by a hard object and was bent at an unnatural angle, possibly a fracture.

He looked up and said in a deep voice to Charlie who had just walked over: "The arm may be broken and needs to be treated immediately."

Charlie was gnashing his teeth as he clumsily bandaged a still-bleeding wound on his arm with a strip of cloth torn from his shirt.

Hearing Qin Hao's words, he immediately stopped what he was doing, leaned over to look at the old man's arm, and frowned.

"Damn it! These beasts!"

He cursed softly, then looked at Qin Hao, his eyes filled with questioning and a hint of fear, "What should we do? Call an ambulance? Is there such a thing in this damn place?
Qin Hao did not answer immediately
His eyes passed the old man and swept to the far side of the square. The few locals who had been watching just now ran away without a trace when the fight started. Behind the glass door of the airport exit in the distance, there seemed to be several figures wearing what looked like security uniforms swaying and peeking, but no one showed any intention of coming out to intervene.

Indifference is the norm of existence here;
“You can’t count on the airport.”

Qin Hao's voice was as cold as ice.

He took out his cell phone. The screen lit up in the dim light. The signal was weak, with only one bar flickering. He quickly dialed a number. After the call was connected, he spoke very quickly in French:
"To the right of the Al Basha Airport exit, at the edge of the parking lot. Someone is seriously injured and needs emergency medical assistance, possibly with fractures and head trauma. In addition, seven attackers are incapacitated and need security attention. The situation is urgent."

There was a brief response from the other end of the line.

Qin Hao hung up and looked at Charlie

"We've made contact, but it'll take them at least 20 minutes to get someone there."

He lowered his head, carefully avoiding the old man's injured left arm, and tried to help him stay more stable.

"Hold on, sir. Help is coming soon."

A faint trace of gratitude flashed in the old man's cloudy eyes. He raised his uninjured right hand with difficulty and tightly grasped Qin Hao's wrist. The hand was cold and wrinkled, but it was shaking violently. His lips moved, as if he wanted to say something;
At this moment, a shrill sound of the Zangwe area security team approaching from afar broke the tranquility of the evening!
"Freeze! (Don't move!)"

"Mains en l'air! (Hands up!)"

“Ne bougez pas! (Don’t move!)”

"Hey! Old man! Wake up! Don't sleep!"

Charlie also squatted down, the cynical smile on his face disappeared, and he quickly took off his colorful Hawaiian DG shirt and tore it open, tearing it into strips.

"Bear with it, I'll tie up your arm to stop the bleeding first!"

The severe pain made the old man take a deep breath and his cloudy eyes opened a crack. Although his eyes were painful, they were extremely clear and even had a hint of indescribable sharpness.