74: Terrorist boss? Take my key!
At this moment, Ali was looking at the Translator with extreme impatience.
"What did he say that's so difficult to translate?"
The Translator wiped the sweat from his brow.
The guy hadn't even answered yet; he was just sharpening his skills at the last minute.
Ali's patience ran out, and his hand immediately went to his gun.
"Hiss."
Before he could even raise his gun, a gust of wind rushed past his ear, and something sliced through it.
Looking down, he saw a hair tie with two keys attached.
The circle of Terrorist underlings around them were all stunned on the spot.
How dare this person openly ambush their boss?
Did he have a death wish?
But why did this method feel so familiar?
A wave of exclamations rose from within the encirclement.
Everyone was thinking the same thing.
The pose was quite cool.
But Lin Pei really seemed to have a death wish.
Hai Qing touched her own hair.
"Damn, so that's what he took."
"I didn't feel a thing. No wonder Teacher Zhang Ze said he's a master thief."
"I should've had him take something else."
"I just bought that hair tie; it cost enough to buy dozens of prop guns, and now it's just donated to the Terrorists?"
"But that's not important. It looks like he might really go down with them, doesn't it?"
Zhang Ze was worried about Lin Pei, but after hearing this, he couldn't help but be stunned.
"What? Two lousy keys are that expensive? Which store is openly robbing people like that?"
The live stream chat was flooded with comments.
"Damn, did Brother Lin just give the Terrorist boss a hit?"
"It's over. I can't watch. I feel like he's going to die horribly."
"Seriously, what was he thinking? Just didn't want to live anymore? I don't get it."
"Maybe he's used to fighting people and couldn't hold back? That's the leader of the 'Number One Organization.' He'll really get shot full of holes and then beheaded as an example."
"Let's mourn for Teacher Lin Pei in advance..."
"..."
Leader Ali touched his ear; the wound overlapped with a scar somewhere on it.
After the underlings recovered from their shock, the dark muzzles of their guns were once again aimed at Lin Pei's forehead.
"Dare to hurt our leader? Are you looking to die?"
"Leader, he dared to disrespect you. Should we kill this kid?"
A flicker of hesitation passed through Ali's eyes, then was replaced by ruthlessness.
Damn it.
This Dragon Country man actually dared to attack him right in front of him.
And he specifically cut his earlobe.
Causing him to zone out for a moment just now.
He almost thought he was listening to a lecture from his beloved former leader.
Using the former leader's technique to hurt someone—how dare this kid?!
Ali flared up in an instant and also pressed his gun against Lin Pei's forehead.
"Do you really think I won't kill you?"
"What Dragon Country Fighting Chicken? It's nothing in our eyes."
Screams came from the encirclement behind them.
Everyone's hearts were in their throats.
It felt like Lin Pei would be shot in the head any second.
Lin Pei had several gun muzzles densely pressed against his head.
Getting shot in the head would indeed be pretty bad.
But his expression didn't seem to change at all.
As if what was pressed against his forehead wasn't a gun muzzle but an ordinary corn cob.
There was even a hint of impatience in his eyes.
He simply raised his hand lightly and swatted away the gun muzzles of a few underlings.
"Do you need this many guns to kill me?"
"Damn it, my hairstyle's messed up?"
"Get out of the way."
The Translator was so scared his mind went blank.
Even though those people hadn't cocked their guns, this wasn't how you played around.
Was this young man really not afraid of getting shot?
In his extreme fear, he still maintained his professional demeanor.
Translating word for word, with full emotion.
Hearing this, the underlings looked fierce and moved forward with their guns.
The Translator covered his head with his hands, begging for mercy in the local language.
"Please, big brothers, don't kill me!"
"I didn't say that; I was just translating his words!"
A Terrorist coldly snapped.
"I think you translated that quite arrogantly, didn't you?"
The Translator was on the verge of tears.
Damn, this is so unfair.
Lin Pei had used exactly that tone just now.
He had just translated it as it was.
Looking at Lin Pei's calm, almost grandfatherly expression, Ali felt another chill in his heart.
The anger in his heart was instantly cut in half.
He had been the organization's leader for so many years; this gun had killed countless people.
He had never seen anyone who didn't tremble under his gun muzzle.
What was this Dragon Country man's background?
Why did he always feel an inexplicable fear when looking at him?
What a joke.
He was a Terrorist leader who lived with his head on the line; when had he ever been afraid of anyone?
If there was anyone, it was only a slight fear of his former leader.
More than that, it was reverence.
But this Dragon Country man was different.
This kid's eyes seemed to hide mountains of corpses and seas of blood, truly causing a physiological chill.
Could that so-called 'Dragon Country Fighting Chicken' really be this powerful?
Ali forcibly suppressed that fear and cocked his gun.
"You've got guts, kid."
"Aren't you afraid I'll shoot you right now?"
"Our 'Number One Organization' isn't afraid of any Dragon Country Fighting Chicken."
The underlings couldn't even hold their guns straight.
Their leader seemed as fierce as ever.
But they could tell that the leader also seemed quite wary of this Dragon Country man across from him.
If it were anyone else, he would've been shot long ago.
How could it have dragged on until now?
Why all this nonsense?
This Dragon Country man was indeed strange.
In their lives as Terrorists, they had never seen anyone so terrifying.
No wonder their leader felt this person was unusual.
Lin Pei lifted his eyelids and glanced at Ali.
He smiled calmly and composedly.
"Oh, you just don't know how powerful Dragon Country's Fighter Jets are."
Across from him, Ali narrowed his eyes, and the gun muzzle pressed against Lin Pei's forehead unconsciously loosened slightly.
Remembering how he had been cut just now.
So fast he hadn't even noticed.
He knew that was just a warning from the other side.
Otherwise, why would it be his ear that was cut and not his carotid artery?
He wasn't sure now if he'd be ambushed again before he could pull the trigger.
Feeling the gun muzzle almost leaving his forehead, Lin Pei breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
He had been right after all.
From the moment the Terrorists entered, whether people were asking for trouble or not, they hadn't killed a single person.
Probably because they were afraid that if someone died, they wouldn't get their hands on the Fifty Billion.
But if the other side really flew into a rage out of humiliation, his 'Little Li Flying Dagger' would strike first.
Making sure they never got the chance to touch the trigger again.
That was just a 'small test of his skills.' The 'Little Li Flying Dagger' really wasn't limited to throwing daggers.
Throwing other things was just as steady, accurate, and ruthless.
After all, he still had a learning disc that Zhang Ze had just shared with him.
When it came to slicing necks, its sharpness was comparable to a small knife.
It had to be said, the skills the system gave him were still somewhat useful.
But whether it was 'Little Li Flying Dagger' or 'Emotional Trickery,' facing hundreds of armed bandits, they couldn't really be effective.
'Emotional Trickery' could be used one-on-one on this leader.
But he didn't have any hypnotic tools on hand that he could wave around.
Besides, hypnotizing the leader in front of so many people would probably just get their boss snapped out of it by the underlings at any moment.
Then they'd all turn on him.
In short, the 'Emotional Trickery' skill still needed to be advanced.
Might as well learn from Director Lin and just bluff directly.
Lin Pei looked directly at Ali, as if looking at his own junior.
"Ali, after being leader for so many years, you haven't improved much."
"You get agitated too easily."