Enforcer Manual
Chapter 132: The Despicable Foreigner_1

Chapter 132: Chapter 132: The Despicable Foreigner_1

Before long, onlookers had crowded the alley behind Gold Diggers’ Bar.

Regardless of the era, people always enjoyed spectating. Although the bar rule prohibited fights inside, outside duels did not fall under the control of the Mohicans.

Challenging the henchmen of both the Hyena and Wild Boar criminal gangs at once inside the bar and then going outside for a one-on-one. This was a first.

"Place your bets, place your bets!"

Soon, a betting ring was established. "How many rounds can that guy last against the two of them?"

The minimum bet was for one round, the maximum was twenty rounds.

As Song Lan passed the person running the betting pool, he scanned a code at a nearby machine, betting 2,000 watts on the hooded figure’s victory.

Money given on a plate had to be taken. With Ophir’s obvious hint, if he couldn’t tell the hooded figure had something special, then he would be a true idiot.

As a good citizen, Song Lan didn’t encourage public gambling. However, if it was to solve financial problems in his department, if it contributed to the ultimate goal of cracking down on crime in the 17th district, then it could be understood and forgiven.

The odds on the hooded figure were extremely high. To be more accurate, only Ivan had followed his 200-watt bet.

He found that although Ivan was usually careless and often encouraged others to drink, he had an incredibly keen nose for gambling. The last time he bet 200 watts on the Law Enforcers winning, he won a large sum of money.

The main reason no one had faith in the hooded figure was because the type of people who frequented bar fights were usually of a larger build. Looking at his frail stature, almost the same height as others while sitting, wouldn’t it seem ridiculous if he tried to fight? Jumping up to hit opponents’ knees?

They all guessed this short man must have just arrived from abroad, naive and unaware of the reality of this place. Occasionally, there were provokers like this, and they usually didn’t end well.

In the midst of the jokes, both sides had started to distance themselves, getting ready for the fight.

However, the heads of the Hyena and Wild Boar gangs could not possibly cooperate just because they were challenged. Although they both walked towards the hooded figure, they didn’t stop insulting each other.

"Move over, I alone am enough."

"You should move over. Hyenas should stay in the sewers, street fighting isn’t your strong suit."

"What did you say?"

The tension between the two made Song Lan worry that they might start fighting each other before the duel began.

"Hold on."

The hooded figure interrupted them.

"Hmm?"

Their simultaneous reactions, even their hostile glances seemed cut from the same mold. It made Song Lan worry even more for them, because from the bar to the outside, these two men behaved exactly as cannon fodder would.

And the hooded figure perfectly fit all of Song Lan’s definitions of a hidden master.

In Song Lan’s experience, those who wore cloaks, masks, flashy attire, foreheads scarred by ninja throwing stars, whose hair and hats grew together... these were all symbols of great strength.

Regrettably, the fighters from the two different criminal gangs didn’t seem to realize this, still spouting cannon fodder lines, "Scared? If you’re scared, just run. I have a bone to pick with him anyway."

Alright brothers, you’d better talk less now.

Song Lan rubbed his forehead. He was now genuinely worried for the safety of these two.

If this street fight resulted in a death, they would need to respond immediately as Law Enforcers.

"Both of you, get your weapons ready. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be a fair victory even if I win."

"Weapons?"

Cannon fodder A and B smirked, as if they’d just heard a joke.

Yet, amidst the crowd’s heckling, they still took their respective weapons from their underlings - a baseball bat and a switchblade.

No doubt, these were classic street fighting gears.

However, the cloaked figure seemed unsatisfied with this. "Didn’t you bring any guns? You can go back to get them; I’ll wait for you here."

"Guns?"

"Cut the chatter, if you’re going to fight, let’s get on with it!"

"If that’s the case..."

With a resigned sigh, the cloaked person warned, "Don’t make excuses if you lose."

With that, the figure tilted forward, took a few steps, then pushed off the ground with a force that beat gravity, leaping into the air. The figure’s hands were held in front of its chest as if he were gripping an invisible long sword.

"Breaking Army!"

The next moment, a gust of wind and heatwave sent two numbfounded men flying.

The sky lit up with a flash, the force of the blow seared a nearly twenty-meter-long scorched mark on the ground. If the two men hadn’t been blown away by the blast of air first, they’d probably have been charred by the terrifying heat.

Her cloak fluttered, revealing a flaming red ponytail. It was then that Song Lan saw her right hand wasn’t flesh and blood, but a mechanical arm modified. She flicked her right hand, and the long sword made of fiery flames disappeared in the wind. On her delicate oval face, disappointment was evident.

The ponytailed girl walked over to one of the enemies, raised her feet and stepped on his chest, "Stunned, are you? That could get you killed on the battlefield!"

Looking at him condescendingly, contempt in her eyes, she said, "Weren’t you always seeking me? Is this all you got?"

"You understand now, don’t you?"

Ophir spoke from behind Song Lan, "This is why, even after revealing her whereabouts, she was able to arrive at Sector Seventeen unscathed."

The crowd fell silent, with the still-raging flames touching everyone’s hearts.

Those treating her as a weak princess of a fallen kingdom would pay a painful price. Even the Rebel Army wouldn’t rashly attack this "princess of a fallen kingdom" without their leader, Esinvig.

"She’s not a delicate lady, but a general of the Twelfth Nation’s royal guard."

Ophir whispered to Song Lan.

Zhuang Chi, who had just come back to his senses, shivered. Earlier today, he had made improper comments about robbing the wealth and scapegoating the Rebel Army.

Sorry, Your Highness, I should have thought before speaking.

At this moment, the princess of the Twelfth Nation stood right in front of them, yet none of those dreaming of overnight wealth dared to move a muscle.

Not even Song Lan.

He was also stunned, for he clearly heard the princess of the fallen kingdom shout two words as the flame descended.

Breaking Army.

These words sent a huge shock through him.

Could it be...

According to the tradition of 2166, when you use your skills in a fight, you need to shout out their names?

Damn, he hadn’t given any of his abilities or skills a proper name!

Then, the rumble of the armored floating cars interrupted Song Lan’s thoughts.

Several floating cars stopped overhead, obscuring the night sky. Their blinding lights instinctively made people squint.

The doors of the floating cars opened. A familiar figure jumped down first, followed by a person in external skeleton armor, whose looks were hidden.

Song Lan watched as Lu Xiang walked straight towards the red-haired girl with a ponytail.

The princess of the fallen kingdom was then handcuffed.

"We’ve received a report about your reckless arson. You’ll have to come with us."

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