Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger
Chapter 74 Unlucky

Chapter 74: Chapter 74 Unlucky

Mountain Eagle didn’t really want to deal with people who came from domestic regions, fearing being recognized...

But when a few short Peninsular men raised their banknotes and leaped onto the bar counter, surrounded by girls, dancing and issuing provocations...

Seeing those domestic big brothers clearly with a rugged, earthy aura, whispering to each other, talking about something unknown, Mountain Eagle tapped Broadcast on the shoulder and said, "It’s not that they are afraid of spending money, but that they are worried about causing trouble...

If you can make them feel safe, their spending power is beyond your imagination!"

Broadcast might not fully understand the caution exhibited by Chinese in unfamiliar environments; he thought pleasure-seekers, as long as they have money, could do whatever they want because that’s a norm in Thailand!

After hearing what Mountain Eagle said, Broadcast paused and asked, "What should I do?"

Mountain Eagle looked around and pointing at several Tourism Police standing on the pedestrian street, he said, "Just get those police to take a photo with them and it should be fine...

If you can get those Tourism Police to accompany them after their shift, then you’ll see how they spend money for fun."

Broadcast perked up at this, vigorously patted Mountain Eagle on the arm, and said happily, "I’ve learned something!

Mountain Eagle, don’t leave later, let’s stick together...

I’ve rented a villa for them, as long as they let loose in the bar, there will be an all-night party at the villa."

Mountain Eagle readily agreed verbally, but as soon as Broadcast turned around, he squeezed into the crowd and left this place of potential trouble...

After that interlude, Mountain Eagle’s subsequent journey became much more enjoyable...

After wandering around the brightly-lit streets, he entered a less crowded bar for a drink, then decisively left after the bar girl warmly indicated that she was available to hang out for free in the evening...

After making a round, Mountain Eagle found a small restaurant with a queue at the entrance...

When it was his turn, he ordered a seafood ceviche, a rice noodle dish, and a seemingly appetizing Tom Yum soup, then sat down at a small table by the roadside to eat.

While eating, three cursing Peninsular men arrived at the small restaurant, one with a large bruise on his face, the others bearing a few shoe prints on their bodies.

They ordered a lot of ceviche and a few bottles of Tiger Beer, then sat down at a small table behind Mountain Eagle.

From the moment they sat down, the word "Westerner" never ceased.

Despite Peninsular being a developed country where convenience store cashiers earn about 10,000 RMB a month.

But the buying power of Korean Won compared to their prices doesn’t fare too well in reality, plus with no exchange rate advantage, most ordinary Peninsular people are not very generous when traveling abroad.

Mountain Eagle had dealt with Peninsular people both in his homeland and abroad, from factory executives invested by Peninsular to technical workers, from big corporate elites to the bottom-tier sailors...

His strongest impression of these people was ’lecherous’ and ’stingy’...

Mountain Eagle himself is a man and quite open-minded about men being lecherous, but the ’lecherousness’ of Peninsular people carries a brutal undertone.

This is found among men in many countries with a strict hierarchy!

Like those under tremendous work pressure, who nod and bow to superiors at work, are cautious around colleagues, but would complain if delivery is just a few minutes late when back home.

When the blue-collar workers of Peninsular bid farewell to the golden age...

Which was when a man could support a villa, have a home pool and car, and still take good care of his wife and children—the era of such benefits was fading away...

The immense pressure on Peninsular men in a strictly hierarchical social system, due to the psychological disparity caused by the times and tremendous life pressures, has led to a certain degree of distortion in their psyche.

The domestic violence rate among Peninsular men exceeds 70%, and this is one of the reasons.

At the same time, this social phenomenon has also given rise to the most magical and extreme feminism in the world on the Peninsula.

Mountain Eagle understands this behavior as a psychological compensation...

Under daily pressure, there is a serious psychological imbalance, which leads to the venting of negative emotions towards those lower in status.

These people, when paying for sexual services, do not treat the other party as human; they are not only reluctant to spend an extra penny, but they also lose their temper if the services are slightly unsatisfactory.

Mountain Eagle has witnessed this behavior both domestically and in St. Petersburg—the girls in the nightclubs in St. Petersburg are wilder, while the girls in domestic KTVs seem to only dare to show their temper to honest people.

From the moment a few Peninsular guys sat down, they were cursing nonstop. One of them, sitting behind Mountain Eagle, kept shaking his chair, and the back of the chair hit Mountain Eagle’s chair several times.

The first time it happened, the guy turned around as if to apologize, but when he saw that Mountain Eagle was Chinese, he sneered, muttered a swear word under his breath, and then continued on his way...

Mountain Eagle didn’t really want to deal with Peninsular people, so he changed seats and sped up his eating, planning to leave early.

But unexpectedly, these three Peninsular guys hadn’t even finished half a bottle of black beer before they started losing control, beginning to make noisy complaints...

When people around cast disgusted glances and the owner angrily threatened to call the police, the Peninsular man with a large bruise around his eye stood up and threw a stack of raw pickles on Mountain Eagle’s table...

"This place stinks, this guy is polluting the air..."

Mountain Eagle glanced at the stain on his newly bought linen shirt, shook his head, stood up, went to pay the bill at the counter, took out his police badge he carried with him, and walked up to the agitated Peninsular guys to show it, saying, "Sir, please stand up and tell me, are you serious?"

When Mountain Eagle was speaking with his badge in hand, a skinny young man passing by with a rag saw the badge, his eyes lit up, and he leaned in close to Mountain Eagle’s side, peering carefully at the badge in his hand...

The three Peninsular guys hadn’t expected Mountain Eagle to be a police officer; they were stunned, and their previously arrogant demeanor diminished slightly.

Mountain Eagle originally didn’t want to fuss over them, but when Wu Qingyan, still tipsy, muttered a few more swear words just as things were about to calm down...

Already turning to leave, Mountain Eagle spun around, grabbed Wu Qingyan by the neck, and forcefully smashed his face onto the table.

With a "bang"...

Wu Qingyan’s nose hit the table, the immense force tipping one end of the collapsible table up, scattering mess and debris all over Wu Qingyan in disarray.

Blood-covered Wu Qingyan, clutching his nose, painfully rolled around on the ground for a while, knocking over another table nearby.

A Caucasian woman who appeared to be a tourist and two Caucasian men, cursing, stood up to move away from the filthy Wu Qingyan. Then, the two Caucasian men, annoyed, flipped off Mountain Eagle and the remaining two Peninsular guys...

"FUCK YOU, you crude idiots..."

For some reason, facing the Caucasian’s insults, the remaining two Peninsular guys not only didn’t retort but seemed provoked, emboldened by the alcohol, and swung their fists at Mountain Eagle...

Mountain Eagle flipped off the two Caucasian men, dodged the attack from the two Peninsular guys, and was about to strike back when he saw a restaurant worker drop what he was holding and rush over...

This skinny worker kicked one Peninsular guy in the stomach, causing him to fold up and fly backward about three meters before crashing heavily to the ground.

The last Peninsular guy hadn’t yet realized what was happening when he was taken down by a side kick from the rushing figure, falling like a chopped tree...

Mountain Eagle, observing the skinny Thai man who suddenly emerged to uphold justice, spread his hands, blinked, and said to the hero, "Thank you..."