Chapter 5 Who ordered it?
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Half an hour later, the taxi stopped in front of a bar.
Then Jack and Andrei got out of the car. Neither of them had changed their clothes and were still wearing their battle suits.
According to information from the Didi user group, the final destination of the car involved in the accident was the parking lot of this bar.
Just as Jack had guessed, this was the bar where Anna had drowned her sorrows the night before.
Since it was still early, the bar was open but there were no customers yet; some people were doing preparations for opening.
Jack first led Andrei around the parking lot, and sure enough, they saw the car that had caused the accident.
The two then stepped into the bar lobby.
"Holy crap! Dude, that's too curly!" A tattooed man sweeping the floor by the door said, looking at Andrei, who was wrapped in bandages.
"Even in this state, you're still taking orders? Are you risking your life?"
"Hehe, forced by life's circumstances!" Andrei grinned.
"That's f*****g awesome!" The tattooed man gave him a thumbs up: "I'll have them give you a five-star review later!"
"Thanks!" Andrei smiled again.
"Who ordered takeout!" the tattooed man shouted into the house.
"Nobody's calling!" someone inside responded.
"Nobody ordered?" The tattooed man paused for a moment, then looked at Jack and his companion. "Are you sure you're not mistaken? Nobody ordered takeout..."
"Where's the driver of that white Passat in the parking lot?" Jack interrupted him coldly.
"Huh?" The tattooed man paused, then said, "Dude, you guys aren't here to deliver food? Looking for trouble?"
“I have a bad temper, so you’d better not talk nonsense!” Jack replied.
"A lowly food delivery guy like you dares to talk to me like that? Are you tired of living?" The tattooed man threw down the broom in his hand and picked up a beer bottle from the table.
“Don’t force me to do it!” Jack replied.
"Damn! What a show-off!" The tattooed man raised his beer bottle and swung it at Jack.
Bang!
However, just as he raised the beer bottle above his head, it was knocked away by Andrei, who was standing nearby.
Fat people have their advantages. After the collision, the tattooed man was paralyzed on the ground for a long time and couldn't get up. He curled up on the ground and howled in pain.
Whoosh!
Hearing the commotion, about a dozen other people in the hall rushed over, each with an unfriendly expression.
Andrei's expression changed subconsciously. Although he was quite strong and could easily handle two or three people by himself, being surrounded by so many people at once really made him a little nervous.
However, he didn't back down. He grabbed a beer bottle from the table and pointed it at the other group.
"Come on! If you're not scared to death, then come on over. Even if I die today, I'll take two of you down with me!"
"Damn! Are food delivery guys all this ridiculous now?" The bald guy in the lead glanced at Andrei dismissively.
After saying that, he raised his hand and waved: "Do it! Break one of your arms and one of your legs and throw you out!"
"Okay!" A dozen people responded at the same time, and made a move to take action.
"Stop!" Just then, a man's voice rang out.
Upon hearing the voice, Jack's eyes narrowed slightly; it was the person who had called him.
Immediately afterwards, a group of five or six people walked over from the stairwell.
The man in the lead was in his thirties, with dark skin and a strong build, and both arms were covered in tattoos.
"Brother Leopard!" Upon seeing the man, about a dozen people in the hall greeted him simultaneously.
"I underestimated you. You found me so quickly. You've got some skills." The man named Black Panther took a puff of his cigar and looked at Jack.
"That's fine, it saves me the trouble of coming to you again. Let's get things done here!"
"Who was driving just now?" Jack didn't answer his question, but glanced at the other group of people.
"I drive it!" A man with a pointed chin and monkey-like face walked up to the two men defiantly. "What, you want to mess with me? Try it?"
call!
Before the man could finish speaking, Jack took two steps forward and grabbed the man's throat.
Due to the speed and aggression, the man hadn't fully reacted before he felt he couldn't breathe, and his face gradually turned liver-colored.
"Kid, do you f*****g want to die?" the opposing group shouted after a moment of stunned silence.
Thump!
Jack ignored him, lifted the weasel-faced man off the ground, and slammed him hard onto the ground behind him.
The man curled up on the ground, breathing in fresh air. He felt that if Jack had let go any slower, he would have gone to his great-grandmother's house.
“Andrei, he hit you with his car. Break his right leg so he can never drive again!” Jack said in a deep voice.
The reason for having Andrei take the lead was clearly to train him.
Now that he has decided to help Andrei, there are some things that he must teach Andrei to face, instead of just hiding behind him.
As for how far Andrei can go in the future, that depends on his own determination and fate.
"Okay!" Andrei hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and walked towards the man.
"You dare!" the bald man shouted, leading four or five men to charge at Andrei.
Bang...
However, after taking only a few steps, he felt a blur before his eyes, followed by a sharp pain in his chest, and then he collapsed.
"Huh?" Upon seeing this, the other members of the opposing team were all stunned for a moment, none of them expecting Jack to have such skills.
Click!
At the same time, Andrei showed no mercy, stepping on the right knee of the man with the pointed mouth and monkey-like face, and a sound of bones breaking rang out.
"Ah!!!" The man screamed and immediately fainted.
"This food delivery guy really thinks he's a god. If I don't kill him today, I'll change my surname to yours!"
After throwing away his cigar, Black Panther grabbed a machete from one of his henchmen and charged at Jack.
"Die!" He rushed over and swiftly slashed down at Jack's shoulder with his machete.
"Brother Fan, be careful!" Andrei's expression changed.
As he spoke, he made a move to go and help, but was stopped by the other people on the other side.
"So what if he's a food delivery guy? He's not going to kill you!" Jack's voice reached Black Panther's ears.
As the voice rang out, he stepped aside, and the cleaver grazed his sleeve as it slashed down.
Bang!
The next moment, Jack delivered a standard Iron Mountain Lean, crashing into the opponent and sending Black Panther flying seven or eight meters away.
That wasn't all. Jack picked up the machete that had fallen to the ground and strode over to Black Panther.
Then, without any hesitation, he plunged the knife into his right thigh, the blade sinking three-tenths of an inch into the ground.
"Ah!!!" Black Panther screamed hysterically...
hiss!
Upon seeing this, a collective gasp rippled through the crowd, and everyone present, including Andrei, was utterly shocked.
I never expected that Jack, who looks so gentle and mild-mannered, would be so ruthless.
"Brother Leopard!"
The other people on the other side then all stopped, each with a look of fear on their face.
They knew very well that even Leopard Brother was no match for them, and if they rushed in, they would only get beaten up.
Everyone was thinking the same thing: when did food delivery workers become this skilled?
With skills like that, why the hell are you delivering takeout?!
If I had known you were such a good fighter, who would have dared to lay a hand on you!
Isn't this a scam?!
“Listen carefully, I’ll only ask you once!” Jack looked down at Black Panther and spoke.
"Who instructed you to do this whole thing?"
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