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

Chapter 1370 The Dog's Provocation
Chapter 1371 The Dog's Provocation

The local language, thick with accents, buzzes and weaves a vast and deceptive social web.

The appearance of Qin Hao and Charlie was like two pebbles thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating an invisible ripple.

Qin Hao's navy blue custom-made suit perfectly accentuated his tall and straight figure.

Understated luxury flows as you walk.

Charlie, on the other hand, wore a similarly well-tailored dark gray suit.

Wearing a black shirt underneath, with one button casually undone at the collar, the wild and unrestrained spirit is temporarily restrained by the expensive fabric.

Behind.

The other two predator team members maintained a tactical distance that was neither too close nor too far.

The outline of muscles was faintly visible beneath the suit.

Silent and dangerous.

Look over there.

Charlie tilted his head slightly, his voice extremely low, his lips barely moving.

His gaze, however, was precisely fixed on a group of people gathered together deep in the hall.

'Iron Fruit Mining Alliance'

"Those guys aren't exactly friendly."

Qin Hao followed his gaze.

Several men of different skin colors, but all of them were pot-bellied and wearing the same expensive suits, were gathered together.

Leading the group was the alliance chairman.

A white man named Declan Ross.

His hair was neatly combed, and he was smoking a large cigar.

Their gazes were undisguised, filled with scrutiny, assessment, and a deep-seated hostility at the perceived invasion of their territory.

Declan even slightly raised his chin, exhaled a thick smoke ring in Qin Hao's direction, and had a faint, extremely uncomfortable fake smile on his lips.

"As expected."

Qin Hao's voice was calm and even as he elegantly took a glass of champagne from the waiter's tray, the golden liquid swirling slightly in the crystal glass.

“We took a bite out of their cake.”

"And it seems they think we can't hold onto this piece of cake, that it might fall to the ground and shatter at any moment."

Charlie also picked up a glass of wine, tapping his fingertips lightly on the cool glass.

Ali's deep voice sounded in Qin Hao's ear.

"Mr. Qin, ten o'clock."

"A waiter in a silver vest leaned against a pillar and looked at you three times in five minutes."

"Abnormal duration of gaze."

"Marked".

His gaze was sharp; wherever it swept, no subtle abnormality could escape his notice.

Qin Hao calmly took a sip of champagne.

The bubbles burst on the tip of the tongue, bringing a slight tingling sensation.

"understood."

He put down his wine glass and looked toward the dining area.

"I'm going to get something; I'm a little hungry."

He strode over there, and Charlie and Ali naturally followed, forming a seemingly casual but actually well-organized moving formation.

Qin Hao had just picked up a bone china plate and was about to take a piece of smoked salmon that looked pretty good.

at this time.

A figure suddenly crashed into us from the side!

The movements were swift and sudden, carrying a deliberate, brute force.

"Oh! Sorry! I'm so sorry!"

Exclamations rang out, thick with local accents, sounding panicked and exaggerated.

Wow——!
A whole cup of deep red, viscous liquid was poured precisely onto Qin Hao's left chest and left arm.

The crimson stain instantly spread across the expensive navy blue suit, like an ugly scar.

The wine quickly seeped into the expensive fabric, sticking stickily to the skin.

Several pieces of grilled meat, covered in greasy sauce, rolled onto Qin Hao's shiny leather shoes.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment.

The surrounding laughter and chatter abruptly ceased, and countless eyes instantly focused on them.

With surprise, curiosity, schadenfreude, and a hint of excitement at watching the show.

The dining area instantly became the focus of the entire banquet.

"Look how dirty that Chinese man is."

"That's it."

"It's really unbearable to look at."

Everyone was talking about it.

The perpetrator was a young Black man wearing a waiter's vest.

He was tall and stood there "at a loss," clutching an empty wine glass in his hand.

His face was full of exaggerated expressions.

"panic"

"apology"

But deep within those eyes, a fleeting glint of triumphant ruthlessness and barely perceptible mockery flashed, shooting straight at Qin Hao.

"I'm so sorry, sir! I didn't mean to! The floor was too slippery!"

He apologized incoherently, but his body was slightly tense, like a young bull ready to unleash its power at any moment.

Charlie's pupils suddenly contracted, and he took a step forward.

His face instantly turned frosty.

Ali was faster than him!

Ali's figure had already appeared to the side and behind the waiter who caused the accident.

There were no violent movements, and no unnecessary noises.

A hand covered in thick calluses, like an iron clamp, silently gripped the back of the waiter's neck.

An immense force erupted instantly, choking the waiter's last words of explanation into a short, painful groan.

His body was pressed firmly against the edge of the metal dining table next to him by an irresistible force.

His cheeks were deformed from being squeezed by the rough metal edges.

What is even more frightening is that
In Alibaba's other hand, a compact, black P30SK with sleek lines has appeared out of nowhere.

The cold muzzle of the weapon, carrying the chill of death, pressed against the waiter's temple, which twisted instantly in pain and fear!

The cold touch of metal penetrates the skin and reaches the skull.

Ali didn't even glance at the waiter.

His gaze was sharp.

A blurry figure in the shadows behind the distant colonnades—

The waiter in the silver vest, the one he had marked before.

The man clearly hadn't expected the predator to react this way.

迅猛
Precise
致命
The feigned expression on his face froze instantly, leaving only astonishment and a hint of fear of being discovered in his eyes.

"do not move."

Ali's voice resonated in the hearts of everyone around who had perked up their ears.

"Move even slightly, and your head will explode."

Countless gazes shifted from curiosity to horror.

Declan Ross's fake smile froze completely, and he didn't even notice the cigar ash falling onto his shiny leather shoes.

The faces of the mining alliance members around him also turned extremely grim.

They wanted to give this arrogant young Chinese boy a piece of their mind.

A show of force,

A humiliation,
Let him know who's in charge in Tieguo.

They never expected the silent "watchdog" beside the other side.

They found the "eyes" they had set up so precisely!
Qin Hao slowly, extremely slowly, lowered his head, looking at the glaring scarlet on his chest.

Then, he moved.

He slowly and deliberately unfastened the exquisite platinum cufflink on his left wrist.

It made a soft but clear "click" sound.

Only after he had done all this did he raise his eyes.

He looked at the waiter who had been pinned to the counter by Ali, his face turning purple from fear and his body trembling.

Qin Hao's gaze was as calm as if he were looking at an inanimate object.

"This outfit,"

Qin Hao spoke, his voice not loud, but penetrating, echoing clearly throughout the banquet hall.

Each syllable was like an ice bead falling onto a marble floor.

"More valuable than your life." Cold-blooded.

Absolutely ruthless.

There were no threatening shouts, just a calm statement of fact.

A condescending indifference.

This is no longer a simple humiliation; it is a complete denial of value.

It is a verdict.

The waiter made a strange hoarse sound from his throat, and the immense fear almost made him lose control of his bladder.

You can also feel the absolute indifference in Qin Hao's words, as if he were nothing.

Declan Ross's face was so dark it looked like it could drip water.

Something has to be done! If this situation continues, the mining alliance will be completely humiliated!

Declan shoved aside the person blocking his way and charged forward menacingly.

At that critical moment, just as the powder keg was about to be completely ignited!
A figure moved swiftly and lightly, suddenly bursting out from the crowd from the side!

It moved so fast that it left only a blur on the retina, a champagne-gold light and shadow!
"What a clumsy idiot!"

A clear, spoiled female voice, filled with undisguised anger and veiled sarcasm.

It shattered the solidified air like a whip!

Wow——!
Another crisp sound of liquid splashing!

A glass full of deep red liquid was splashed with perfect precision onto the face of the waiter who was being held down by Ali.

Everyone was stunned, including Declan, who was about to have an outburst.

秦昊
Charlie
Ali
The three men's eyes immediately focused on the suddenly appearing "attacker".

She was a stunningly beautiful girl.

Her long, slightly wavy, glossy, reddish-brown hair was casually draped over her shoulders, with a few unruly strands clinging to her cheeks, which were flushed with anger.

She wore an extremely daring champagne gold halter-neck evening gown, the fabric shimmering with delicate pearlescent light.

Clinging tightly to her tall and wildly powerful figure, the exposed shoulder and neck lines are beautiful and strong.

Her skin was a healthy wheat color, and it seemed to glow under the bright lights.

Her face still bore the marks of lingering anger, and her eyes—like amber, like honey.

now,

He made no attempt to hide his contempt and anger, glaring intently at the waiter whose face was smeared with red wine.

She was still clutching the empty wine glass in her hand, her posture like that of holding a blood-drinking dagger.

"Look at what you've done!"

The girl's voice carried an innate sense of pressure.

Her eyes met Qin Hao's unfathomable gaze directly.

"Destroy something so perfect? ​​Now it's worthless."

She raised her delicate chin, her tone dismissive.

Everyone was stunned into silence by the series of unexpected events.

Declan Ross's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot; he knew this girl!

The mining alliance members behind him exchanged bewildered glances, their eyes filled with disbelief and astonishment.

Qin Hao looked at what was in front of him
A rebellious girl.

For the first time, a clearly visible ripple of "unexpectedness" flashed across the depths of her calm eyes.

He recognized the unique quality about her.

With the predator boss
—Abdul Zahir
They share the same sense of oppression and control that flows in their blood, characteristic of apex predators.

Hers, however, was more flamboyant and less concealed.

Ali held the waiter's hand tightly without loosening his grip.

The weapon muzzle remained firmly pressed against his temple.

But Ali's gaze also fell on the girl, sharp yet scrutinizing, and subtly knowing.

Ali recognized her.

She casually tossed the empty wine glass onto the tray of a stunned waiter next to her.

It made a crisp, clanging sound.

Then, she did something even more unexpected.

He took a step forward and walked directly in front of Qin Hao.
I was so close I could smell her unique scent.

She tilted her head slightly.

He scrutinized Qin Hao's face.

The anger faded from her face.

Instead, there is a bold, almost provocative curiosity.

"Qin Hao?"

She called out Qin Hao's name accurately.

"Was my grandfather's 'knife' any good?"

Her red lips curved into a cunning and wild smile.

Grandfather's knife?!
This girl is as dazzling and unruly as a flame.

She's the granddaughter of Abdul Zahir, the owner of the Predator Security Group?!

This realization was a silent thunderclap.

It caused a sensation among Qin Hao, Charlie, and all the other guests who could understand English.

Declan Ross's facial muscles twitched violently.

His gaze toward the girl was filled with apprehension and a hint of unbelievable frustration.

The members of the mining alliance were collectively speechless, their faces ashen like spilled paint palettes.

Charlie raised his eyebrows, but a playful smile appeared on his lips.

He muttered something under his breath that only Ali could hear:

"Wow~ The boss's 'little leopard' has been released?"

Ali remained motionless, but the corners of his tightly closed mouth seemed to loosen almost imperceptibly.

Clearly, he was aware of it.

The surprise in Qin Hao's eyes quickly subsided.

His movements were composed, and he nodded slightly.

"Miss Abdul".

The girl—Abdul Al-Alia—

They seemed somewhat dissatisfied with Qin Hao's calm reaction, or perhaps they found it amusing.

"follow me."

Arya suddenly spoke.

Her tone was commanding, as if she were the master of the place.

She didn't even wait for Qin Hao's response before turning around and leaving.

Qin Hao did not hesitate for the slightest.

Qin Hao casually picked up the platinum cufflink with diamonds that he had just taken off from the dining table, feeling the coolness of the metal on his fingertips.

He stepped forward and followed.

Charlie and Ali exchanged a glance.

Charlie shrugged, a look of anticipation on his face, and followed.

Ali then gave a low shout to the servant who was holding him down:
"Kneel properly! Don't move!"

At the same time, a glance was given, and another predator team member immediately stepped out of the shadows.

She silently took his place.

The cold muzzle of the weapon remained pressed in place.

Ali then turned around and, like Qin Hao's most steadfast shadow, kept a safe distance and followed.

Declan Ross watched helplessly as Arya led Qin Hao and his group toward the rest area, his face so dark it was almost dripping ink.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something to salvage the situation or stop them from leaving.

But in the end, he simply stubbed out his cigar and stared at their retreating figures with a sinister look in his eyes.

he knows.

Today's attempt to intimidate him not only ended in complete failure, but he was also dealt a blow in a way that he could never have predicted.

He slapped her even harder across the face!

There is a relatively quiet rest area booth on the side of the banquet hall, partially hidden by tall green plants.

The glare of the central chandelier made the light become ambiguous and serene.

Arya sat down first.

Her posture was relaxed yet carried a feline alertness, her champagne-colored skirt spread out on the deep red velvet sofa.

She made no attempt to hide her gaze as she looked at Qin Hao, who then sat down, her eyes lingering for a moment on the mess on his chest.

The corners of his mouth curled up.

A slight curve, whether mocking or admiring, was in his eyes.

Charlie and Ali stood like two guardian deities.

They stood on either side in the shade of the greenery at the entrance to the booths, their sharp eyes scanning the surroundings.