403: Stop hitting me, hit him too!

Fuck you, why the hell are you two pushing? Don't you know how to queue?

Damn, who the hell is pushing so hard here? In a rush to reincarnate?

Wafa and his companion spent a great deal of effort before finally managing to push into the crowd.

They ignored the insults from the others.

As the Asala Guard, who are constantly insulted on the internet, this kind of verbal abuse was no different from children arguing to them.

This was the same for Hafke's Soldiers.

They were no strangers to being insulted either.

Holy shit... Wafa, look at these guns...

Harris looked through the gap and saw the pink picnic mat covered in various, fully modified firearms.

For a moment, his pupils couldn't help but light up.

In just an instant, he had already imagined himself holding these firearms and wreaking havoc.

My god...

Beside him, Wafa also saw the firearms displayed on the stall, his eyes filled with shock.

For them, who almost always used standard-issue guns, these things were like the difference between a bicycle and a sports car.

Just then, a hand from the crowd grabbed Wafa and yanked him backward.

So you two are the ones pushing here? Get to the back.

Upon seeing Wafa and Harris's attire, these people's eyes betrayed their disdain.

Dressed like that and you want to look at fully modified guns? You probably couldn't even get a loan for them.

If you want to look, go to the very edge. When others finish buying and leave, you can just take a look then.

Listening to these unconcealed taunts, Wafa's expression shifted slightly.

Even if we were wrong to cut in line, we didn't stop you from buying. We're just looking. Is there any need for such hostility?

After Wafa finished speaking, one of the customers sneered.

Telling you to go queue is for your own good.

See that puddle on the ground?

Following the direction of the finger, Wafa saw a puddle of blood on the ground that hadn't yet coagulated.

The owner of this stall has a bodyguard. Don't let the owner's approachable demeanor fool you; the bodyguard's temper isn't nearly as gentle.

Otherwise, why do you think everyone is queuing so consciously now?

After saying this, the customer shook his head and ignored Wafa.

Since he had cut the line first, Wafa didn't continue arguing after hearing this, but silently retreated to the back of the line.

Harris was similarly chased out in a dejected manner.

Unbelievable, can't we just take a look?

Harris rubbed his arm, which had been grabbed painfully, and glared at those people.

Let's just queue first.

Wafa patted his shoulder in consolation. The latter nodded.

The two stood at the very back, and about half a minute passed.

Three new customers walked to the end of the line, looked Wafa and his companion up and down, and then very naturally stood in front of them.

Seeing this, Wafa and Harris frowned deeply.

They had just cut in line and nearly got beaten up, and now others were coming to cut in front of them?

Hey, are you blind?

Go to the back of the line.

Harris said, clearly displeased, and the three turned back to look at him.

Why are you queuing when you're just here to gawk? You're not buying anything.

Who told you we're not buying?

Wafa retorted stubbornly.

The three were stunned for a moment, then looked Wafa up and down again. No matter how they looked at him, Wafa didn't seem like someone who could afford it.

One of them probed, "Since you're buying a gun, how much money have you prepared?"

Three... four hundred thousand.

Wafa originally wanted to say he brought three hundred thousand, but changed his mind, thinking it would be better to be bold.

In reality, on this trip, the group of Soldiers together had only managed to scrape together less than 200,000.

Beside him, Harris couldn't help but cast an appreciative glance at Wafa when he heard him report four hundred thousand.

At times like this, telling a little lie and bluffing was quite necessary.

After the four hundred thousand slipped out, Harris couldn't help but puff out his chest and lift his chin arrogantly at the three.

However, upon hearing the figure of four hundred thousand, the three first widened their eyes, looked at each other, and then burst into loud laughter.

Hahaha, you idiot, you only brought four hundred thousand?

Did I hear that right? You only brought 400,000?

Why don't you go ask the stall if they even have a gun for 400,000?

The three looked at them like they were clowns, and after laughing, shook their heads and turned back to continue queuing.

Facing such insults, Harris's chest heaved violently. He reached out and placed his hand on one of their shoulders, wanting to argue.

Who the fuck are you swearing at? Can't you talk properly?

Harris, don't...

Just as Wafa was about to intervene, the man had already turned around and kicked Harris in the abdomen.

Taken by surprise by the kick, Harris only retreated half a step.

Seeing this, the man was somewhat surprised, but still frowned at Harris in disgust: "Don't touch me with your dirty hands! Dressed in rags and still getting handsy, were you born without a father or mother?"

Hearing this, Harris's pupils gradually dilated, and his mind went blank. He had no parents to begin with.

The next second, Harris gritted his teeth, his facial expression becoming very rigid.

He didn't utter any harsh words, nor did he talk back or trade insults. Instead, he raised his fist and swung it directly at the man's face!

Bang! Crack! With that one punch, a cracking sound came from the man's mouth. Immediately after, a milky-white tooth flew out along with blood.

You dare hit someone, you fucker?!

The man's two companions saw this, their pupils constricted, and they looked at Harris with fury.

Brothers! An outsider is trying to muscle in on our business!

The two turned back and shouted to the crowd queuing in front.

The people queuing heard their voices, and instantly more than half of them turned around.

Among them, many were Black Market Dealers. In order to better inflate prices, they had always stuck together.

After learning about the prices of the firearms at this stall, word spread like wildfire, and they all came here collectively.

After the previous person shouted, he immediately kicked toward Harris.

Fuck your mother, you stinking poor bastard!

Crack!

However, before his kick could land, it was grabbed by Wafa, who was standing to the side.

Immediately after, Wafa extended his right foot behind the man's standing ankle and hooked it with his toe!

In an instant, the man lost his balance and fell backward.

After taking one person down, Wafa immediately crouched down, dodging a wild punch thrown by the third person.

Bang! Then, an elbow strike slammed into that person's chest!

After instantly taking down two people, the queuing Black Market Dealers all surrounded them at this moment.

Wafa and Harris were surrounded by these Black Market Dealers almost instantly.

Not far away, Samar was happily holding the newly purchased pkm general purpose machine gun, when he was suddenly drawn to this chaotic scene.

Looking up, he saw Wafa and Harris surrounded by the crowd at a glance.

At first, the two were able to hold their ground relying on their physical fitness and combat skills.

But the disparity in numbers could not be overcome. Furthermore, they didn't have any weapons in their hands.

Soon, the two gradually began to lose the upper hand.

You dare hit our people?

Samar didn't even have time to consider why Wafa and Harris were there; he immediately threw the pkm general purpose machine gun aside.

Clatter. Samar stomped on the ground and instantly charged into the crowd.

As he approached the crowd, Samar leapt into the air, lifting his leg to kick one of the Black Market Dealers in the head.

Thwack!

Just then, a hand from the crowd grabbed Samar's ankle and violently dragged him downward.

Bang!

Losing his balance in mid-air, Samar instantly fell face-first onto the ground.

Before he had a chance to react, a rain of punches and kicks descended upon him.

Samar was beaten so badly he couldn't even crawl up, looking even more battered than Wafa and Harris, who were struggling to hold on.

As Wafa retreated, he stepped on Samar's back, which almost made him fall.

Only then did Wafa notice the familiar figure under his feet, and his brow furrowed immediately.

Samar?

Why the fuck are you here causing trouble?

The latter was already feeling extremely aggrieved from being beaten. Hearing Wafa's voice, which carried a hint of reproach, he immediately turned red with rage.

Fuck your mother! Didn't I fucking take this beating for you?

Losing his balance, Wafa was also quickly dragged to the ground by the arms reaching out from all directions.

And because he fell on top of Samar, Wafa became a living cushion.

The fists that were supposed to land on Samar all landed on Wafa instead.

Don't just fucking hit me, hit him!