Inheritance of Two Trillion Chapter 2732 - 1946: Two Exaggerated People (Part 2)

It must be those guys who escaped and called for reinforcements.

Bai Xiaosheng pondered for a moment, glanced back inside the room, and said in a deep voice, "We can’t leave yet."

Inside, there were two innocent girls.

"There are many of them; if you don’t leave now, it will be too late." Mollya said urgently, "Besides, they are likely coming with guns."

On the last sentence, Mollya emphasized with heavy stress.

Even a strong man, when faced with firearms, is still just flesh and blood.

Bai Xiaosheng glanced around and saw a rough wooden target nearby, with thick iron sheets shaped like darts, more like crude throwing knives. He immediately walked over and silently collected them.

Lin Weiwei didn’t say a word and went straight to the counter, collecting the scattered throwing knives there as well.

Seeing this scene, Mollya widened her eyes in shock.

"Are you planning to use those things against their guns?"

"Interesting." Lei Ying smiled with his arms crossed, as if he wasn’t about to be the one charging into the fray.

Crazy, these Huaxia people are insane!

Do they really think the Kung Fu in movies can be used against real-life guns?

Mollya’s gaze was full of horror.

Even she, as a woman, knew that was all fake.

Bai Xiaosheng placed the throwing knives on the counter, then swiftly hopped onto it, calmly watching the entrance.

Lin Weiwei also placed the collected throwing knives there.

There were quite a few of them, totaling more than thirty.

"You beat them up, I’ll cover you." Bai Xiaosheng said with a smile to Lei Ying.

Lei Ying immediately smiled, "No problem."

These maniacs!

Mollya looked at the two of them with chaotic eyes and directly ran to hide behind the counter.

Lin Weiwei also went behind the counter but did not hide; instead, she sat in a seat, peeking outside like she was watching a show.

Coincidentally, Mollya was right under her seat.

Mollya looked up and saw Lin Weiwei.

"Aren’t you going to hide?" Mollya couldn’t help but ask.

"I prefer watching the show." Lin Weiwei grinned.

What a redundant question, another one who’s mentally unsound!

Mollya cursed in her heart.

This Huaxia woman, doesn’t she know that once those two men fall, she’ll be in danger?

They had witnessed the miserable fate of the two girls inside.

Mollya’s heart was in turmoil.

"If it really becomes impossible, I have to find an opportunity to escape, instead of going crazy here." Mollya thought to herself.

But at a glance, she became desperate.

There was no escape route here; the back was linked to a room with a window only big enough for a cat to crawl through.

Finished, I’ve escaped one wolf’s mouth only to enter another.

Mollya felt a wave of pessimistic despair.

At that moment, the hotel door was suddenly pushed open, and more than a dozen people poured in.

Mollya sneaked a look and saw the driver who deceived her at the forefront, his face bruised, cradling one arm, but his eyes were vicious.

The people following him were all tall and big, holding weapons.

There were shiny knives, metal baseball bats, and some carried guns.

Handguns, shotguns, Mollya counted, there were six or seven of them, which chilled her to the bone.

Especially the shotguns, also called "sprayers," can sweep across a wide area, and no flesh and blood can withstand them.

As soon as those people entered, they spread out like a net, blocking the path with ferocious smiles on their faces.

The driver quickly saw Lei Ying, then noticed Bai Xiaosheng and Lin Weiwei sitting on the counter, even the shrinking Mollya behind them was caught in his sight.

"Boss, that’s the guy who beat up our brothers!" He pointed at Lei Ying, speaking to the big, fat man behind him.

The fat man had a face full of rough flesh, a cigarette dangling from his mouth amidst thick whiskers, his small eyes shining with vicious light, his shirt open revealing an enormous chest and belly.

The fat man’s gaze fell on Lei Ying, sneering disdainfully, "Huaxia people."

Then, waving his fan-like hand, he said crisply, "Break his legs!"

Instantly, four big guys wielding clubs advanced toward Lei Ying.

"There aren’t enough men, he knows Kung Fu, very skilled!" The driver shouted a reminder.

The fat man waved his hand, sending two more forward, both wielding shiny knives.

No more room to deploy in this house.

The driver immediately rubbed his hands excitedly, feeling confident. Once the opponents were down, he would certainly stab a few bloody holes with his knife as revenge for his earlier defeat.

Lei Ying looked at those six people expressionlessly, completely unconcerned.

But Mollya, hiding behind, was pale, feeling utterly hopeless.

There were too many of them, and they were armed; no matter how skilled that Huaxia big guy was, he couldn’t fight against a mob. Once he was knocked down, it would be as easy as slicing meat on a cutting board...

The attackers were all ruthless, without any wasted words, going straight for Lei Ying with vicious precision, targeting the vital spots with brutal coordination.

To Mollya, the scene unfolding next was akin to watching a movie, a fantasy film.

Despite being such a large target, the big guy moved like a ghost, astonishingly fast.

Just as he dodged numerous attacks, he instantly closed in on the knife-wielders, knocking one down with a single punch, sending another flying with a single kick.

Then, as if he had eyes on the back of his head, he turned around, grabbed a metal bat, blocked a knife with one hand, swept with the other, blood and teeth flew, a few molars collided onto the wall.