Super Soldier in the City-Chapter 1976 - 2039: Beating the Dog

The crowd dispersed, and Jim noticed a man and a woman walking at the end. The man had Eastern features, while the woman was a bona fide Western beauty. His eyes widened, not for any other reason, but because she was incredibly beautiful. Jim swore that in all his years, he had never seen such beauty, akin to a goddess from Western mythology, with every step she took seeming to tread on his heart.

Jim also wanted to possess her. If he could charm this beauty in his lifetime, he would consider himself immensely fortunate.

Unfortunately, several wealthy Huaxia people around him also had designs on her, so Jim had to suppress this burgeoning desire. He licked his dry lips and whispered to Song Qingshu beside him, "Are these the two people?"

Song Qingshu, standing nearby, eyes blazing, had gathered so many people and spent a fortune. Tonight, he must win over this beauty; otherwise, he would regret it to death.

"It’s them!" Song Qingshu spat fiercely. He pointed at Li Yifei and said to Jim, "Boss Jim, make sure to give this man a good beating, the harsher, the better. As for the woman, she’s mine."

The other companions also squinted, admiring the beauty of the holy woman. They, too, found her stunning, but not everyone liked this type of Western beauty. Body hair, body odor, physiological structure, and others were not to their preference.

Song Qingshu was unabashed about this. He had even been with black women before. In his words, life should be about trying everything to know what’s best.

As the pair approached, a picture flashed in Song Qingshu’s mind: staying in the best room of the best hotel in the area, lying on the huge bed after a bath, legs comfortably spread, while the beauty gently removed her robe and stayed with him.

His body shivered; he couldn’t wait any longer and said, "Jim, let your people go!"

"Alright!" Jim nodded, waving his hand, and five or six burly men behind him rushed out, surrounding the holy woman and Li Yifei.

The two had already anticipated the others’ dissatisfaction. As for how angry Li Yifei was, he had nothing to be angry about. Such Young Masters were used to acting arrogantly, and much worse things occurred. Seeing several foreigners surround him and the holy woman, Li Yifei said, "Find a quiet place."

The other party clearly understood but was stunned. This wasn’t their first time doing such a thing, but why was this Easterner so calm? Rather than panicking or showing fear, he directly asked where to go?

In front of the opera house, they obviously couldn’t cause trouble. Otherwise, neither the police nor the security would be polite. This was Vienna, the world’s music capital, and such hooligans wouldn’t be allowed to tarnish the city’s image.

But leaving here and finding a quiet place was their plan all along, where they could do whatever they wanted.

"What, don’t understand?" Li Yifei asked again.

The hooligans instinctively shook their heads, then anger flashed across their faces. One of them, a black man with a thick accent, pointed at Li Yifei and said, "Yellow monkey, you’d better shut up, and you, bitch, come with us!"

This insulted both of them. No matter how cultured the holy woman was, being called a bitch was infuriating. If not considering the impact, she could execute these offenders now. Even in Europe, the Holy War Organization had its influence. Even if she killed them, the news would become the police killing several terrorists, a positive news story.

Likewise, Li Yifei was also insulted. The discrimination these foreigners had against Huaxia people, or Easterners, always existed. Essentially, Caucasians discriminated against other races, while Asians discriminated against blacks, and some discriminated against Caucasians. Meanwhile, blacks resented whites and also discriminated against Asians. Of course, this wasn’t absolute. Li Yifei looked at the black man who insulted him and said, "I’ll remember you."

"Hahaha, that’s funny. Let me tell you, my name is Kowal. In a moment, not only will I beat you up, but I’ll also rape you!" The black man Kowal boasted, and those around him laughed loudly. One said, "Yellow kid, Kowal is known as Big Eagle, and today you’ll die happy."

Fuck your mother, still a fag, Li Yifei almost acted on the spot, but there were many police patrolling outside today, so he held back.

He took the holy woman’s hand and walked outside. The hooligans stood on either side, not expecting these two to be so compliant, thinking gleefully about the easy 500 euros they earned this time.

Indeed, Jim received a hundred thousand euros, but the reward for these subordinates was 500 each. Twenty people came, and the rest were waiting in the cars. Getting 500 euros for doing nothing was like a pie falling from the sky, and they all wore smiles of satisfaction.

As they approached Song Qingshu and his group, Li Yifei wore a mocking smirk and stopped to say, "Song Qingshu, right? You and your family will pay for what you’ve done."

"Hahaha. ****, making threats while at death’s door!" Song Qingshu laughed arrogantly. Things were going too smoothly. He initially worried that Li Yifei would resist, attracting the police’s attention, even preparing to bribe them to take the person away. Unexpectedly, despite the lack of resistance and following Jim’s people, when he heard the threat, Song Qingshu just dismissed it as nonsense. After laughing enough, he composed himself, eyes wide, saying to Li Yifei, "Didn’t I say before, I won’t let you off easy, kid. Soon, I’ll have you tied up and taken to a room while I take your woman, hahaha." 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

The rougher the language now, the harder I can go later.

Li Yifei merely gave him a cold glance, the kind that... in Jim’s eyes, looked as if he were looking at a dead man, just like once when he took down an opponent. At this thought, his body shivered, a chill running down his spine, but he quickly dismissed it. This was just an Asian tourist. What ability did he have to threaten him?

The two were shoved into a car; during this process, no one made a move on the holy woman, so Li Yifei did nothing either. Sitting in the car, the holy woman leaned on Li Yifei’s shoulder, finding the scene quite amusing. Initially angry at the insult, she stopped caring after getting in the car. Would an elephant mind an ant’s offense? Even if they open their pincers and fangs, they couldn’t harm an elephant in the slightest. Instead, one stomp from the elephant could kill countless ants.

Li Yifei and she were like elephants, and these people were ignorant ants. The holy woman only didn’t expect her and Li Yifei to be kidnapped one day, and they complied with their captors.

Thinking about it, it was quite thrilling, and the holy woman couldn’t help but laugh.

"What’s funny?" Li Yifei turned and asked.

"No talking!" The hooligan watching over them glared fiercely, also awe-stuck by the holy woman’s beauty. He felt she was the most beautiful woman in existence, so his wide eyes were fixated on her. Unfortunately, she was dressed conservatively, leaving little to see.

Li Yifei silently registered their looks without annoyance.

In the car ahead, Song Qingshu sat with some friends, while Jim occupied another spot. Jim, recalling the holy woman’s appearance, grinned mischievously and said to Song Qingshu, "Song, you have good taste. If not for your payment, I’d want her myself."

Song Qingshu dared not be too arrogant with him, so he smiled and said, "Jim, that won’t do. You’ve taken my money, and my friends say your reputation is impeccable. Such things won’t happen."

Flattered by the compliment, Jim thought of the warm cash and chuckled, "Of course, my reputation is renowned in this city. While I love women, I love money more. Money brings all sorts of women. That woman you fancy is too beautiful; I might not be lucky enough to enjoy her."

"Tsk, hahaha, no problem. My luck is always good, and it’s just a woman. I’ll have her!" Song Qingshu said nonchalantly.

Eldest Young Master Hua and the others had varying expressions as they headed to Jim’s base, a place akin to a chop shop. It was Jim’s creation after watching Fast & Furious, modifying smuggled or custom cars on location.

Several sports cars were parked there, some familiar models ranging from a few thousand to tens of thousands of euros.

"Old Eight, she’s yours tonight. Have fun," Song Qingshu said, glancing at a young woman who had followed him for days and addressing a bespectacled man.

Old Eight laughed, "Sure, I could use a change."

They spoke in English, so the women understood, but it didn’t matter much. They were open about sex, especially with payment involved.

However, the young woman accompanying Song Qingshu was somewhat unwilling, knowing it meant less money. But it wasn’t something she could change, so she pouted silently.

The car slowly pulled into the factory, while the one behind was delayed by traffic lights, needing more time to arrive. Jumping out, Song Qingshu surveyed the surroundings, smiling, "Jim, your place isn’t half bad."