Inheritance of Two Trillion
Chapter 1340 - 1246: Trouble, Is It Over Just Like That?_2

Chapter 1340: Chapter 1246: Trouble, Is It Over Just Like That?_2

"Then maybe you need to beat every one of us first!" Martin said with a grin.

The big guys standing behind him, all towering at over six feet, burst into laughter as well.

Some let out sharp whistles and casually took off their shirts, revealing their grotesquely muscular torsos.

Lin Weiwei’s face reddened, and she quickly turned away.

Bai Xiaosheng coldly stared at them.

It was nothing but an intimidating display, meant to look scary.

"Are we doing this now?" Lei Ying asked in a low voice.

Both of their gazes dismissed the muscles as inconsequential.

What a joke. Thinking that sheer size and muscle equals dominance?

It’s not lions hunting buffalo—more like buffalo trying to prey on lions!

A bunch of rabble!

Seeing the two Asians actually about to "give it a try," Martin’s grin grew even wider.

If something kicked off, assigning blame would be tricky. If the deal couldn’t go through, even "Daddy" wouldn’t have room to complain afterward!

The willingness to fight surged simultaneously on both sides.

But just then—

"Hah, tah!"

A loud cry suddenly rang out, startling both Bai Xiaosheng and Martin.

The next moment, everyone saw someone leap out, landing squarely between the two groups, screaming "Woo woo" and striking a classic Bruce Lee pose.

Sun Jierui?

Bai Xiaosheng and Martin froze simultaneously, their eyes filled with astonishment.

This guy... what was he doing?

Sun Jierui rotated the brim of his baseball cap to the back, his expression solemn. Maintaining the classic stance, he raised one hand high—except that hand still held onto his phone.

Seeing everyone focus their attention on him, Sun Jierui held his pose an extra second, then retreated behind Bai Xiaosheng with deliberate seriousness, looking directly at Martin.

"Mr. Martin, you might not know, but these people here are from Huaxia! And they all know Kung Fu. Yes, Kung Fu!"

Sun Jierui spoke with great vigor.

The crowd opposite him, Martin’s group, was dumbfounded.

Behind Sun Jierui, Bai Xiaosheng, Lin Weiwei, and Lei Ying stared at him incredulously.

To be honest, Bai Xiaosheng and the others appreciated him stepping up, but... wasn’t this just a little ridiculous?

Was he trying to scare them?

Bai Xiaosheng felt at a loss for words. What on earth was going through Sun Jierui’s head...

After a brief moment of shock, Martin’s crew burst into uncontrollable laughter.

Martin himself doubled over laughing, slapping his thigh repeatedly.

"Ahaha, Kung Fu! Haha, this is killing me!"

"Come on then, give it a shot! I’m really scared, haha!"

"Does this guy think everyone from Huaxia is Bruce Lee?"

"What an idiot. Did you all see how silly his pose was just now?"

Martin’s men let loose all kinds of jeers and taunts.

In their eyes, the three Asians—two men and a woman—were hardly threatening. The woman didn’t count, and of the men, only one had a somewhat decent build. Even so, compared to them, the big guys, he was just average.

As for the other guy, he looked like a white-collar office worker. Odds were, two of their fingers could crush him.

Claiming they knew Kung Fu and were supposedly skilled?

What a joke!

"Jierui, what are you doing?" Bai Xiaosheng asked, half amused and half exasperated, lowering his voice as he spoke to Sun Jierui.

"Relax, I called for backup. This is just to buy time!" Sun Jierui whispered back, lowering his voice.

Backup?

Bai Xiaosheng was momentarily stunned.

Sun Jierui had been holding his phone the entire time, and the screen still displayed a messaging interface.

He had mentioned earlier on the way here about making some safety precautions...

Could this have been what he was referring to?

Just as Martin’s group was laughing uproariously, they suddenly heard someone shout from behind, "Police!"

Everyone froze.

Martin’s crew quickly turned around, as did Bai Xiaosheng’s group.

The kids who had been skating on the rooftop were now fleeing down in a frenzy.

Many of the people fooling around here had murky histories. Dig deep enough and not a single one was clean—maybe not enough to lock them up, but close.

Chasing right after them were two police officers, one of whom was a middle-aged Black officer, hand already hovering over his holstered gun.

Rumor had it that when dealing with police abroad, you had to cooperate, and resistance wasn’t an option.

But from the looks of it...

Turns out even they ran...

"You! You actually called the police!" Martin snapped back to his senses, raging as he yelled at Bai Xiaosheng and Sun Jierui.

His expression was seething with fury.

"Boss, we need to go!" someone from Martin’s group said, trembling with panic.

Those guys had even worse records!

No way could they withstand scrutiny!

Martin gritted his teeth, threw a ferocious glare at Bai Xiaosheng and the others, and bolted.

The rooftop didn’t only have one exit. The one Bai Xiaosheng’s group had used to arrive was off to the side.

Behind Bai Xiaosheng, further away, there were several other exits to escape through.

As soon as Martin ran, his crew followed.

Perhaps finding it too cumbersome to drag their suitcases along, slowing them down, and considering the suitcases might serve as incriminating evidence if caught, Martin’s men left their suitcases behind and fled.

Those suitcases, which had been the objective of the confrontation, were now abandoned.

Bai Xiaosheng was speechless.

Unexpectedly, this issue was resolved without needing to fight.

Lin Weiwei and Lei Ying went over to gather the suitcases.

Soon, the rooftop, which had been a chaotic scene moments ago, was left with only Bai Xiaosheng, Lin Weiwei, Lei Ying, and Sun Jierui standing there.

The two police officers arrived.

The Black officer stopped and gestured for his partner to continue the pursuit.

"Jack, just got back? Why are you hanging around here? Don’t you know how dangerous this place is?"

The Black officer looked at Sun Jierui, scolding him angrily.

So his English name was Jack, Bai Xiaosheng mused.

Meanwhile, the officer cast a wary glance toward Bai Xiaosheng and his friends, saying, "Your IDs!"

After checking their passports, the Black officer’s expression softened considerably. Returning the passports with a hint of a smile, he added, "Welcome to Ganande!"