America: Starting with Daily Intelligence
Chapter 475 - 237: Boiling the Eagle_2

Chapter 475: Chapter 237: Boiling the Eagle_2

"OK. A 76-degree Tsunami Cocktail, and a glass of ice water." The bartender quickly mixed the drinks and placed them in front of Zorro.

Zorro glanced at Allen Zhang’s ice water, then at the blue-flamed Vodka in front of him, and said meaningfully, "Boss, are you trying to kill me? I’m still a wounded man, you know."

"You are wounded, and yet so fierce without alcohol, I gotta see what happens when you drink," Allen Zhang said with a half-smile, "Consider it a welcome drink from me. You’re not scared to death to drink it, are you?"

"Let’s drink then."

Zorro downed it in one gulp, his face turning visibly red at a rapid pace.

"Come with me." After finishing the drink, Allen Zhang led him through the crowd and up to the second floor.

Walking through the corridor, aimlessly exploring, they found room 222 at a corner where several suspicious-looking guys were busy picking the lock.

The guys turned their heads and were surprised to see someone coming up, quickly stopping what they were doing.

"WTF! Where’s the lookout? Where the hell did Kiran go?" one of them cursed quietly.

"What are you guys doing?" Allen Zhang asked.

The men stiffened and said, "Buddy, we’re doing nothing, just testing the lock. What are you guys doing?"

"I work at the bar," Allen Zhang smiled slightly, "Guys, are you trying to get into this room?"

"That’s right." The men exchanged looks and relaxed a bit.

Allen Zhang went over and knocked on the door.

The heavily sleeping man inside, groggily disturbed by the noise, said irritably, "What is it?"

"Cleaning the room," Allen Zhang said. "There are a few guests outside wanting to chat with you."

"Don’t talk nonsense! We didn’t plan that..." the men’s expressions changed slightly.

Soon, the door opened, and a long-braided Asian man peered out, looking at the Asian man in front of him, the bandaged redhead nearby, and the other men behind them.

Frowning, hesitantly he said, "I think I’ve seen you somewhere..."

"Fxxk you! Our boss sends his regards!" Seeing he was unguarded, they ditched their act, pulled out knives, and charged at him.

The braided man was shocked, swearing under his breath, and got nicked by a knife as they scuffled.

"Hey! Help! They’re trying to kill me!!"

"Zorro. Go!!" The General Sect Leader immediately moved Zorro to the front.

"Why don’t you do it?" Zorro said irritably.

"They’ve got knives." Allen Zhang said calmly, "I’m afraid to die, is that a problem?"

"So, I’m not afraid?" Zorro’s lips twitched.

"You damn drank the booze, what are you afraid of? Show some courage!" Allen Zhang scolded, "You dodged three bullets in Russian roulette, what’s a knife to fear? I hired you to take the hits at critical moments."

"I...wasn’t I drunk then?"

Zorro was trembling with anger. This was too bullying.

"Hey, don’t swallow the sour grapes!" The braided man forcefully knocked someone away. It was obvious he was trained, but then he was quickly subdued by the others.

A Mohawk-haired Latino ruthlessly stabbed the man on the ground thirteen times, clang, clang, clang, realizing the knife tip was bent. He reached to feel, and under the braided man’s Anti-stabbing Suit was a layer of iron plate.

"Fxxk! Did I travel back to the wild West era?" The Mohawk man was shocked, wondering how anyone could be so afraid of death nowadays.

Not only wearing the Anti-stabbing Suit, but an additional iron plate was also worn inside his clothes.

"What the hell do you know, I’m an Indian! It’s our tradition! Do you think I’d go out without protection?"

The braided man cursed as he managed to roll over and pin someone down, seized a knife with bare hands, and smashed a fist onto the opponent’s nose bridge, causing the Mohawk man to see red and got a bit dazed.

The other assailants, however, persisted and dived in, ending up in a tangled heap on the ground.

Zorro casually picked up a wine bottle and smashed it on someone’s head. The man’s head buzzed, dizzy and confused, turned to curse at Zorro, "Fxxk you!!"

"Get lost!"

Seeing the enemy disarmed and no longer a threat, Allen Zhang pushed Zorro aside and fiercely kicked the guy in the chest, sending him flying two meters away.

The man clutched his chest gasping for breath, smacked against the wall and fell down, curling up like a shrimp, and passed out.

Seeing his side gaining the upper hand, the braided man also unleashed his fury and brutally beat down two guys! Quickly settling them!

"Thank you for your help, friends," the braided man gasped for air, gratefully getting up.

"No worries, we just happened to pass by here, saw them picking the lock, figured they were no good guys, just lending a hand," Allen Zhang smiled.

"..."

Zorro also took a deep breath. He had never seen someone so shameless.

"Buddy, do you know who they are?" Allen Zhang asked.

"They must be from an Underground Entertainment Venue. I won big there yesterday, they don’t want me leaving town with the money, so they thought to have me assassinated. I even chose a bar that stores weapons to stay overnight, never thought they’d be so bold!" The braided man’s face darkened.

"Forgot to introduce myself, my name is Kuipa, I live in Houston, and I’m an Indian."