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The commander of Class 2 is a four-star character who was recruited once by Alia in the book. He can't beat the masters and can't handle a few thugs?

She raised her hand and held down the waiter with one hand, then kicked out another cursing guy who tried to squeeze in.

The latter rolled over, holding his stomach. A group of people who were originally gathered across the street suddenly rushed forward.

But Jiegui just raised her hand and pulled out the pistol from her waist, loaded the gun with one hand by rubbing it against the side of her leg, and pinched the waiter with the other hand, pointing the muzzle of the gun directly at the meat mountain man.

"..." The meat mountain man's eyes twitched, and then he took a deep breath and forced out a kind smile: "OK, OK... Come back, I'll tell you."

“Stand back—”

She casually pushed away the waiter who had become the other party's traitor, and held the gun in both hands, not giving the other party any face: "Now - I said back off!"

As she spoke, she led her men forward, and two teammates behind her followed with Christmas trees in their hands, forming a standard assault formation.

The meat mountain man was forced to retreat again and again by her, just like a gangster who was forced to retreat helplessly by a white moonlight holding a cordon.

She stopped only after she had retreated about four or five meters, and raised her hand to signal her men to redeploy their defensive positions.

The comrades in the fire support squad directly turned around two cars parked on the side of the hotel and drove them to Alia's side, ready to drive out and form a shield wall at any time.

That’s not all. As the meat mountain man’s mouth began to twitch, two squad machine guns with defensive shields were set up on the front of the car.

"Bang----"

There was a crisp sound of glass, and everyone subconsciously looked up.

On the third floor of the hotel, the window glass was smashed directly, and the flying glass fragments fell on the street.

A remote-controlled weapon station was pushed out, revealing half of the pitch-black gun body and base. With a slight mechanical turning sound, the muzzle pointed diagonally towards the street intersection.

The cold optical reconnaissance system's electronic eye adjusted its focus, reflecting the figure of the meat mountain man on the street.

From this shooting angle, two machine guns are enough to block a street...

The meat mountain man's mouth was no longer just twitching. His face turned ashen and he stared at Alia.

We are all gangsters, are there any rules?

Your configuration - you -

The meat mountain man nodded and clapped his hands gently. "Great show, miss. Can we talk now?"

An Lele brought a stool to Alia, so Alia sat down opposite a group of covetous hooligans, raised her chin defiantly, and called the meat mountain man over to talk like she was calling a puppy.

Two swindler waiters also followed along, and it was obvious that they were the ones who "revealed" Alia's information.

"Ms. Ai, I'm sorry to meet you in this way..."

The Meat Mountain Man was very humble. There was nothing he could do. He thought he was professional, but he didn't expect that Alia was more professional.

An Lele sneered at his arrogance and flattery: "If we weren't prepared to block the door so early in the morning, you would be sitting down and let us stand, right?"

The meat mountain man was obviously fluent in Mandarin. After listening to An Lele's sarcastic remarks, he nodded, then turned around and slapped the waiter in the face.

"You are so blind! I asked you to tell me when Miss Ai is free. I will pay you a visit. How did you pass on the message?"

As he said this, he slapped the poor waiter again, causing two of his teeth to fall out.

The latter hurriedly covered his face and admitted his mistakes repeatedly. Blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth, his cheeks suddenly became swollen, and he looked at Alia pleadingly.

"Miss Ai, you are a great man and you don't bear grudges. If you are still not satisfied, I will feed him to the crocodiles right now!"

What is my brother using it for?

Of course it is used as a stepping stone!

If I don't use it as a stepping stone now, am I going to slap myself in the face in front of Alia?

Alia held her chin with one hand, her eyes calm, not like a little girl who would be frightened, but rather like she was watching monkeys in a zoo.

"Come on, were you the one who followed me last night?"

“…Yes, but this is what Mr. Shinchai meant.”

"What do you want?"

“Please give us your phone.”

Alia looked at him deeply, then took out her cell phone: "You want this?"

Of course, the Meat Mountain Man didn't know if this was it, but since the other party had already brought it out, it was obvious that this matter was worth discussing.

He felt relieved and his expression suddenly became flattering, as if they were friends again.

With his hunched back, Sayer looked more like a mountain of flesh, simply a walking fat pig.

With dark skin and some South Asian blood, he looks more like an Indian than a Siamese.

"Ms. Ai, as long as you don't interfere in this matter and hand the things over to us, you can gain Mr. Xinchai's friendship..."

"What if I don't?" Alia handed the phone to An Lele: "What a bullshit guess, do I know it?"

"..."

The meat mountain man slowly calmed down and stood up straight: "Miss Ai, you have to understand one thing: a strong dragon cannot suppress a local snake."

"So how do you want me to understand this?"

The meat mountain man narrowed his eyes and stared at Aaliyah, wanting to know whether she was going to ask for a high price or was really unhappy with him.

"Let's say this." He turned and grabbed the waiter and punched him in the cheek.

The latter fell to the ground, and the Meat Mountain Man pounced on him, punching and kicking him, then pinched his eyelids with his fingers.

"Miss Ai, here, if you don't respect Master Xinchai, your eyes will be gouged out and your tongue will be cut off - I will show you now."

Alia sighed: "You will still play the same tricks in another hundred years..."

After saying that, she looked around and then took off her slippers helplessly.

The next second, an incredibly loud slapping sound echoed throughout the entire street.

Like beating drums - or something else - Sayer stared blankly at Alia, then at the slippers in her hand, and finally at his face.

His cheeks began to swell, and a mark with shoe sole pattern was visible to the naked eye.

But he seemed to not quite believe it. He touched his numb cheek and saw stars dancing in front of his eyes.

"exhibit--"

"Pah————"

"Give me--"

"Pah————"

"See, isn't it—"

"Pah————"

"You local gangs really have no manners at all. If you want to make an example of someone, you should find a suitable target. Why are you doing this in front of me?"

Alia threw her slippers on the ground and put them on again. Sayer, the meat mountain man, staggered to stand up, but his cheeks were swollen like a pig's head after a few steps. He could not see things clearly and could not tell the directions. He knelt in front of Alia with a thud.

Arya stood up, grabbed the stacking stool behind her, and slammed it down on him with such force that crumbs flew everywhere.

"friendship!"

"Local snake!"

"Let me guess——"

"Guess, kid!"

"Can you guys please have someone whose name doesn't require guessing?"

"You're annoying me like this—"

By the time she had beaten the stacking stool down to two steel pipes, Sayer had become a pile of flesh that had gained three times more weight and was twitching and breathing heavily on the ground.

His men were very excited. Two of them, who looked like loyal men, pulled out coconut knives wrapped in newspapers and rushed forward.

Alia pulled out the gun from her sister's waist and fired two shots. This action actually stopped her sister who was about to shoot, thus preventing them from becoming sieves.

"Bang, bang—"

Two bullets directly pierced the knees of the two knifemen, and the other bodyguards all pointed their guns in that direction.

The weapons station upstairs made a clear mechanical movement sound and trembled slightly as if it would open fire in the next second.

He fired without hesitation. The crisp sound of gunfire and the slight smell of gunpowder made the whole street quiet.

The thugs subconsciously pushed back, and the tuk-tuks blocking behind them creaked due to the pushing and shoving.

"Very good, it's much quieter now. Who else can say anything?" She handed the gun to Jie Gui: "I'll give you half an hour to come and talk to me."

Alia tidied her hair, tidied the hair around her ears and tied it into a high ponytail, then turned around and went back to the hotel without looking up.

"Call a white car and send the waiter to the hospital. Break the other leg of the two men with knives, as well as this guy."

She kicked the meat mountain man with her toes and said, "Find an oil barrel and stuff him in it. Leave it at the door and wait for their own people to come and get it."

The thugs in the crowd looked at each other, someone nodded, then took out something like a cloud-piercing arrow, raised his head and pulled it open.

A sharp whistling sound was heard in the street, and a firework that was barely visible during the day flashed.

Alia watched this scene with great interest. How should I put it? It felt like déjà vu.

What era is this? Don’t you know how to make a phone call?

An Lele came over and lowered her voice: "The tear gas and stun grenades are ready. We can contact the authorities if necessary. We are in the right..."

"Whether I am right or not, if I can't solve it, I will go and talk to that Xincai myself. If he doesn't make me happy, I will make him happy."

An Lele had nothing to say and could only continue to arrange defenses. At least with the help of the hotel, the enemy could not get in even if there were twice as many thugs as dozens of them.

This kind of confrontation is useless. If they rush in and we are forced to fire back, it may be difficult to resolve the situation.

After all, it looked like a one-sided massacre no matter how you looked at it. A dispute of personal feelings turned into massive casualties, which was not a good sight.

The confrontation between the two sides lasted for about twenty minutes, and an off-road vehicle with more people squeaked to a stop at the intersection.

A man wearing beach pants and a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows jumped out of the car with his arms open, spat out some betel nut residue, and turned his gaze toward the long street.

Arya's people have such high tactical proficiency that it gives the illusion of being in a movie, like a Siamese version of Black Hawk Down.

He entered the blocked street and saw the fat man stuffed into the oil barrel. He couldn't help but sneer.

"He was—beaten?"

"Brother Hesong..." The younger brother came up and told him what happened before, then raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the hotel.

He Song could of course see that these people were fully armed, but when he looked closely, the corners of his eyes twitched unconsciously.

If these guys hadn't acted so openly and domineeringly, he would have really thought they were an official elite armed forces team sent by a big country.

Apart from anything else, these professional Christmas tree-like equipment are not comparable to those sold by the pound on the black market...

As he walked over, people on both sides of the road made way for him and bowed their heads in awe.

Different from the fear and obedience they showed when facing the Meat Mountain Man, the fighters all looked at this man with respect and admiration.

An Lele saw the person coming and explained to Alia who this person was.

"He is one of Xinchai's two generals. The fat guy just now is called Saye, and he does the dirty work. This one is responsible for fighting. His name is Song."

"A Zhuyouzi and Wu Shihao... Is he good at fighting?"

"Well, he was an underground black boxing champion. He won thirty consecutive games and killed thirty-seven people. That's why Xincai took a fancy to him."

An Lele talked about the situation at that time, and looked at the person who came over with Alia.

The other party was staring at Alia closely at this time, which gave people a very bad feeling.

Glancing at this look, the Black Bee Tiger, who was at a commanding vantage point, frowned slightly and signaled the sniper beside him to raise his sniper rifle.

He Song walked over, raised his hands to indicate that he meant no harm, and took out the two swords on his waist and threw them aside.

Several bodyguards turned around to look at An Lele, and An Lele nodded, so the bodyguards made way for him.

Alia glanced at the sword on the ground, then at his hands, and finally met his gaze again.

The distance was within seven steps. An Lele looked at him, he looked at Alia, Jiegui looked at him, and Black Bee Tiger looked at him.

The five people's gazes passed through these seven steps, and suddenly, the one closest to them felt as if the air was tense.

He stepped on a piece of broken stacking stool as big as his head, paused, and grinned, as if he was going to kick it away.