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"What is that?"
"Protect the Boss!"
"That was fast."
"What is it?"
As the chaos intensified and drew closer, a group of bodyguards began to surround the plump Indian man, quickly reacting to the situation. They tightly followed the Boss, who had transitioned from running to an odd, frantic sprint.
Although his figure appeared comical, his speed was surprisingly fast, resembling a large meatball rolling down the street.
The 'puffing' sound growing closer behind them caused even the armed bodyguards beside him to feel a wave of psychological pressure.
If someone were driving towards them, there would be the roar of an engine, but now, aside from the violent crashing and collapsing sounds, there was no mechanical noise.
It was unclear what the Boss had seen that made him suddenly dash away as if trying to evade something behind him.
At that moment, with one final crash echoing closer, a tent lining the street suddenly twisted and deformed. A human-shaped silhouette could be clearly seen within it. The entire structure was then lifted off the ground and flipped into the air, coming down directly over their heads.
As several security guards looked up, they saw a shadow looming above!
Not only that, but the remnants of the tent that had soared into the air were suddenly ripped open right above them. A dark figure with glowing red eyes burst forth and landed heavily among them. The blue brick ground shattered under its weight, sending debris flying into their faces, causing them to instinctively shut their eyes.
However, the bodyguards beside him were quite competent. Although they couldn't see clearly at first, they realized that this figure seemed to be targeting the Boss.
One of the bodyguards closest to the plump man made a decisive move. Relying on instinct, he lunged forward in an attempt to grab hold of the sudden intruder.
The human body generates force as a whole; no matter how skilled one might be, once caught by a strong man, their ability to fight back would undoubtedly be compromised.
Yet, this burly man who lunged forward was sent flying back at an even greater speed than he had come. He crashed into a nearby temporary stall with a loud crash, scattering items everywhere before falling silent.
As other bodyguards further away attempted to rush in for assistance, Mei Xiaoyou raised her hand and reached out towards the plump figure.
To his surprise, the slippery, fatty flesh he had grabbed possessed an unusually strange elasticity. With a single grasp, it felt as if it were wriggling away like a fish trying to escape, causing a flicker of astonishment in his eyes.
However, soon after, he transformed his grip from a hold to a claw, digging deeply into the fatty meat. Blood and grease instantly erupted from it, and the fat man let out a piercing howl.
"Stop!"
"How dare you!"
It was only at this moment that the other bodyguards beside him began to recover from the chaos. They were filled with fear and anger at the sudden turn of events before them.
Under such heavy protection, to still have their boss captured was indeed a great humiliation.
Perhaps the fat man realized that he had offended many people in the past and that the bodyguards he hired were all somewhat renowned. This only added to their disgrace.
Yet, regarding the few who raised their guns at him, Yang Xiaoyou seemed completely unfazed. Instead, he was quite intrigued by the fat man he had caught.
"You really are something. Well, if you entered this line of work before finding a backer and didn’t have some solid skills, it would indeed be hard to intimidate your subordinates. But it seems you’ve been practicing consistently."
His initial grab on the fat man nearly allowed him to slip away, indicating that the fat man indeed had some solid skills.
Generally speaking, gang leaders are tough characters when they’re rising up, but once they reach power, they often lose their edge and abandon their skills.
The fact that this fat man still put in effort showed that his current position was not solely due to luck.
"You bastards! How dare you treat me like this! Put down your guns and apologize to me!" The fat man was truly capable of bending and stretching; in an instant, his face twisted in pain as he turned to scold his subordinates.
Being somewhat skilled himself, he understood that his life was entirely in the hands of his captor. What did it matter if they pointed guns at him? If they wanted to, they could easily end him before pulling the trigger.
Wasn’t it foolish to talk tough when one’s life was at stake? At this moment, he needed to think of ways to protect himself.
The footage from the surveillance had nearly scared him out of his wits. Was this really human? He had now fallen into the hands of such a monster.
He often prided himself on being cautious in his dealings, ensuring that he never offended any formidable characters without good reason. Yet now, he found himself puzzled about what had triggered the other party's 'misunderstanding.'
At that moment, another suspicion began to form in his mind; it seemed that this was the only possibility.
Seeing his bodyguard reluctantly apologize under his orders and lower his weapon, the rotund man grimaced in pain but managed to smile. "Sir, is there some misunderstanding here? Did one of my careless subordinates offend you? Please, I will make sure they experience what it feels like to wish they were dead! But there are many things I truly do not know, so I ask you to show mercy."
"If you had this attitude from the start, we could have avoided all this," Yang Xiaoyou said, pulling his hand back and wiping the greasy blood on the rotund man's lavish clothing with a hint of disgust. He then patted the man's chubby cheek with satisfaction.
"Yes, yes! Over the years, my subordinates have become quite arrogant. After this incident, I will definitely reprimand them thoroughly to prevent any further trouble," the rotund man responded like an obedient parrot, continuously softening his tone.
It was normal to say such insincere things as a means of self-preservation.
However, Yang Xiaoyou was somewhat surprised to find that if it weren't for the fact that this rotund man was at a higher Spirit Realm than himself and could potentially deceive him in return, his words seemed to carry a genuine sense of sincerity and fear.
In these times, reaching the peak of Momentum Level meant that while he might struggle to discern the truth behind someone's words, they too would find it difficult to mislead him without causing a perceptual deviation. Even for Dream Butterfly, it was merely a matter of being unable to see through it!
Yet now, the rotund man's words instilled a strong sense of sincerity in Yang Xiaoyou's intuition; it seemed he was genuinely prepared to act on them.
With that realization, this fellow suddenly became quite intriguing!
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