He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

Zhuo Shao gripped the walkie-talkie in one hand and deftly drew a pistol from his waist with the other, pressing it against Zhang Beixing's forehead without a word, displaying an arrogant and domineering demeanor.

"Now! I'm holding an M1911 to your head, so tell me, what the hell can you do to help me?"

"Given the current dire situation in Bugangtia, why should I give you gasoline?"

"Don't talk to me about compatriots. I've seen far too many cases of fellow countrymen cheating each other abroad over the years!"

Zhuo Shao's voice became very loud through the loudspeaker, and the four people in the SUV could hear it clearly. Upon hearing this, Boss Qian's face couldn't help but look slightly embarrassed and his face flushed.

Zhang Beixing leisurely rubbed his ears, which were buzzing from the loudspeaker, and looked at Zhuo Shao with a slight smirk and a look of disgust.

"A brain is a good thing, it's a pity you don't have one."

Zhuo Shao was taken aback: "What?"

Is this how you ask for a favor?

"It's a good gun, but unfortunately it was handed to the wrong person."

Zhang Beixing spoke slowly, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, and his hands moved with incredible speed to grip the pistol in Zhuo Shao's hand.

Holy crap, what are you doing?!

Zhuo Shao instinctively tried to snatch the pistol back. Although he was good at showing off, he really didn't have the guts to actually shoot and kill someone.

However, before he could make a move, or even utter a curse, Zhang Beixing's hands were already moving in a dazzling display.

With a series of crisp, metallic scraping sounds, the world-famous M1911 rifle was reduced to a pile of parts.

Zhuo Shao's eyes lit up instantly.

"Holy crap, you're an expert! How did you do that?"

Zhang Beixing smiled slightly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. Then he put the pile of parts back together. In just a few seconds, the scattered gun parts were restored to their original state and reassembled into a complete pistol.

The entire disassembly and assembly process was smooth and fluid, and the skill and technique were astonishing.

"Wow, man, how did you do that! Can you teach me...?"

Zhuo Shao's face immediately lit up with excitement. He was about to ask for advice when Zhang Beixing unexpectedly raised his gun and pointed it at his head.

Zhuo Shao broke out in a cold sweat, his eyes widening in shock.

Upon seeing this, the workers around who were holding AK47s immediately raised their rifles in unison.

The bespectacled secretary, who looked like a sycophant, saw this and quickly raised his hand to stop it.

"No, no, no! Don't shoot! Don't hurt the young master!"

Zhuo Shao and Zhang Beixing were standing very close together. If they were to fire, a gun with such a strong recoil as an AK47 could easily cause friendly fire. If Zhuo Shao were to be injured, no one would be able to escape unscathed. For a moment, none of the workers dared to make any rash moves.

With so many people present, even a brat like Zhuo Shao, who values ​​his pride more than his life, quickly regained his courage after a brief moment of panic and forced himself to stand up straight.

"Dude, it's just gasoline, why are you making such a big deal out of it?"

Seeing that Zhuo Shao was so fearless in the face of danger, Zhang Beixing looked at him with newfound respect, a mysterious smile playing on his lips.

"No, of course not."

Upon hearing this, Zhuo Shao breathed a sigh of relief.

However, before he could continue to negotiate, Zhang Beixing's expression changed, and he suddenly pulled the trigger, aiming at his head!
—Click!

The pistol was chambered, and the firing pin made a muffled sound.

"Holy crap!"

Zhuo Shao was instantly terrified, breaking out in a cold sweat and completely stunned, his mind going blank.

I felt a surge of heat in my crotch, but I managed to hold it in; I almost peed.

Even so, he was still in pretty good shape, and his whole body went limp.

As Zhang Beixing pulled the trigger, only a clicking sound was heard, and no gunshot was heard.

The surrounding crowd, witnessing this scene, gasped in shock.

"Young Master!"

"Dude, don't shoot!"

"We can talk things over!"

Zhuo Shao's mind went blank; he was stunned. However, he quickly realized that the bullet had not pierced his head.

It was a false alarm. Zhuo Shao's Adam's apple bobbed as he stared blankly at Zhang Beixing, who was smiling calmly, sweating profusely.

Zhang Beixing stretched out his hand, and a dozen bright yellow bullets appeared in his palm.

The M1911 was, of course, completely empty; not a single bullet was loaded.

How could this be?
Zhuo Shao's eyes widened. He had clearly seen Zhang Beixing load all the bullets in just now!
Zhuo Shao was filled with astonishment, his breathing became rapid, and he was drenched in sweat, feeling as if he had just walked through the gates of hell.

Zhang Beixing chuckled and casually tossed the pistol back into Zhuo Shao's hand.

Zhuo Shao hurriedly reached out and caught the pistol, then looked up at Zhang Beixing with a puzzled expression.

Zhang Beixing said casually, "If I wanted to kill you, you would be dead by now. Although you don't seem to be very bright, you shouldn't be that stupid, right?"

Zhuo Shao looked down at the perfectly intact pistol in his hand and felt a wave of fear wash over him.

He knew perfectly well that his little tricks were nothing compared to Zhang Beixing's, and there was no comparison whatsoever.

Of the untrained soldiers in his factory, apart from a retired veteran named Lao He, none of them were any real fighters.

If Zhang Beixing were truly a villain with malicious intentions, then these rookies in the factory would be easy prey, and no one could stop him from going on a killing spree.

With just the act of disassembling a firearm, Zhuo Shao realized the enormous gap between him and Zhang Beixing.

He's just messing around with guns; against a professional, it's a death sentence with no other options!

How could someone who's just dabbling possibly outdo a professional?

Once he understood this, Zhuo Shao nodded vigorously, still trying his best to maintain his "demeanor" and force a smile.

"You're a real expert! You're even better than our security captain, Lao He!"

Zhuo Shaohao waved his hand dismissively, realizing that Zhang Beixing didn't really want to kill him, and immediately asked excitedly.

"Gasoline is no problem, it's a small matter. We're all compatriots and relatives, this little favor is definitely no problem. But how do you handle this gun? Can you teach me?"

His excited expression made it seem as if the kid who had almost wet his pants just moments before wasn't him.

As he spoke, he turned and glared at the man with glasses, scolding, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and tell him to put the gun down."

"Isn't it a pleasure to have friends coming from afar? Is this how you treat your guests?"

Secretary Lin, the bespectacled man, was quite adept at flattery. He immediately took advantage of the situation and started shouting at the surrounding armed workers.

"Put down your guns, all of you! Didn't you hear what the young master said?"

The surrounding workers were very compliant and lowered their gun barrels.

Zhuo Shao looked at Zhang Beixing excitedly and invited, "I'll have them fill up your tank in a bit. It's almost lunchtime, so I'll treat you to dinner."

Zhang Beixing shook his head, "Thank you for your kindness, but we can skip the meal. We need to go to the port soon, and time waits for no one."

"To the port?" Zhuo Shao was taken aback, then said, "You're looking for our country's warships, right?"

Zhang Beixing nodded silently.

Seeing Zhang Beixing nod, Zhuo Shao immediately explained, "I just had my dad contact the embassy, ​​and they said the warship to bring the overseas Chinese back home won't arrive at Triaport until tomorrow morning at the earliest. Going too early won't help." Zhang Beixing was taken aback.

what?
The warships from our motherland to receive overseas Chinese will not arrive until tomorrow morning.

Hmm... Zhang Beixing hadn't expected this situation; things had suddenly become a bit tricky.

Upon hearing Zhuo Shao's words, Zhang Beixing lowered his head and fell into a brief moment of thought.

So it seems they're destined not to leave today? Hmm... this development feels very dangerous.

For some reason, I felt a vague, inexplicable unease if I accepted Zhuo Shao's hospitable invitation to stay at the factory.

but……

Zhang Beixing turned around and glanced at Zhang Qing, Rachel, and the others who were sitting in the car, looking at him nervously.

Mr. Qian was completely ignored, and then his gaze slowly fell on the little black girl who looked like a wounded little animal.

These people had been on a long journey to escape, and although they had a short rest on the grassland, it was clear that their bodies would soon be unable to keep up. If any problems arose, it would cause considerable trouble for Zhang Beixing.

Zhang Beixing has never liked trouble, and in his opinion, he would rather not bring these people along if possible.

However, since the person has already been brought halfway, there is no reason to abandon them halfway; that would be too inhumane.

It is a blessing, not a curse, but a curse that cannot be avoided!
After some thought, Zhang Beixing had made up his mind.

Smiling, he looked up at Zhuo Shao and nodded, saying, "Alright, in that case, I'll take the trouble to bother you."

Seeing that Zhang Beixing agreed to stay, Zhuo Shao immediately beamed and put his arm around Zhang Beixing's shoulder in a very familiar manner, then told the bespectacled man to quickly attend to the guests.

"Hey buddy, my name is Zhuo Yi, I'm from Shanghai. What's your name?"

"Zhang Beixing comes from the East China Sea."

Zhuo Yi excitedly said, "Zhang Beixing, after dinner tonight, will you teach me how to handle a gun?"

"We'll see."

Zhang Beixing gave a perfunctory nod, then slowly walked back to the SUV.

At this moment, all the armed workers around had put down their weapons, the tense atmosphere had vanished, and everyone relaxed.

Zhang Qing poked her head out of the car window and blinked worriedly.

"Bro, did you manage to borrow some gas?"

Zhang Beixing nodded, raising an eyebrow slightly, and said, "Gasoline is a minor issue, but there's been a slight mishap, so we'll have to stay here tonight."

"Huh? Stay here?" Zhang Qing glanced at Zhuo Shao, who was eagerly waiting in the distance, with a hint of worry, and whispered, "But I don't think this guy is a good person. He's been staring at Sister Rachel suspiciously since just now."

Zhang Beixing chuckled: "It's alright, I'm here. He's just a brat, not a bad person."

"You've been running around all day, you almost stink. You should take a shower and get a good night's sleep."

"You're the one who smells bad..."

Zhang Qing blushed slightly, and as soon as Zhang Beixing turned around, she quietly raised her arm and sniffed herself.

When she turned her head, she saw Rachel even more anxious than she was, sniffing herself to see if she really had an odor.

The two girls exchanged an awkward glance, then chuckled softly to themselves.

Mr. Qian, with his cunning eyes, finally breathed a sigh of relief as the crisis was averted.

Mr. Qian, who was sitting in the driver's seat ready to make a run for it at any moment, immediately relaxed and slumped into the seat like Ge You.

"Teacher Yu, what are you daydreaming about? Get off the bus now."

Zhang Beixing patted the car window, turned around and walked away without any hesitation.

Boss Qian snapped out of his daze, quickly got up and got out of the car, and with a gentlemanly air, opened the car door for the three beauties.

Chu Qing jumped off the car first, followed closely by Rachel with the little girl Pasha.

After they identified themselves and confirmed that the other party meant no harm, the black brothers who had been eyeing them menacingly immediately became enthusiastic.

Although he was still holding an AK47, his face was beaming with a warm and hospitable smile.

Upon seeing Rachel, with her curvaceous figure, step out of the car, Zhuo Shao, who had been pestering Zhang Beixing for tips on shooting, immediately forgot his friend and shamelessly approached her.

Before she could even get close, she was glared at fiercely by Pasha, who was hiding in Rachel's arms.

A menacing look – keep strangers away!
Rachel gave a polite but distant smile and brushed past him.

Zhuo Shao's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, and he stood there dumbfounded, creating an awkward moment.

Zhang Beixing saw that this guy really didn't seem like a decent person, so he quickly pulled his sister Chu Qing to his side and urged Secretary Lin to walk quickly into the factory area.

After welcoming Zhang Beixing and his entourage into the factory gate, the guards on duty immediately resealed the entrance with a fence covered in barbed wire, preventing any suspicious persons from approaching.

The group entered the factory office, and Rachel led Pasha to sit on the sofa. Pasha stared blankly at the half-eaten cake on the table.

Although they had roasted chicken to eat outdoors at noon, the taste was... well...

Haha, that Chinese lady's cooking skills are really nothing to write home about.

The others were fine; escaping was their priority, and they were grateful to have something to eat. They weren't picky and were simply looking to fill their stomachs. However, Pasha was too young and had only eaten half a meal, so she couldn't help but drool when she saw sweets.

Zhuo Shao, who had just been humiliated by the young girl, now showed some insight and immediately told Secretary Lin to fetch some delicious food.

Secretary Lin responded and quickly returned with a plate of steaming dumplings.

Zhuo Shao took the plate and eagerly walked towards the sofa as if presenting a treasure.

clang--

The plate was placed on the table with a crisp sound.

"Try these. These are dumplings that I had the factory chef make especially for you. You absolutely can't find such authentic Chinese dumplings anywhere else."

Rachel maintained a polite but distant smile throughout, offered her thanks, and subtly kept people at arm's length.

Pasha, who was severely insecure and always hid in Rachel's arms, still stared at Zhuo Shao with a "keep away" expression.

This caused Zhuo Shao a great deal of trouble.

Wait, little sister, what's with that look in your eyes?

Why does it make my brother seem like a bad guy?

You're making me lose face in front of my sister, aren't you?
Young people are so concerned about saving face!

No, I have to get my revenge. This is my home turf, after all!

Upon realizing this, Zhuo Shao acted swiftly, suddenly raising his hand and drawing a military knife from the outside of his thigh, swinging it cleanly through the air.

Swish swish!
The sharp blade sliced ​​through the air with incredible speed, producing a series of piercing screeching sounds.

The blade was gleaming, and the wind howled through it, causing Rachel and Pasha to involuntarily shrink back.

Holding a military knife, Zhuo Shao struck a pose and expression that he considered incredibly handsome, praising himself with an air of self-satisfaction.

"A man should do this."

"Don't be afraid, from this moment on, your safety is my responsibility!"

As he spoke, he pointed behind him to the wolf skin hanging on the wall, like a peddler praising his own wares.

"See that wolf? That's the one I hunted myself with this sniper rifle! Let me tell you... Ah!" (End of Chapter)