In the end, Natasha decided to believe the handso guy who claid to be a policeman. She signaled her sister to put away her gun and stand behind Jack, but the two of them didn't stray too far from their vehicle. Talia was still clutching her phone tightly.
"If I were you, I would leave right now. Believe , this is for your own good."
Jack stepped forward, blocking the three of them. He swore he was telling the truth.
"Get out of the way! Don't get yourself into trouble!"
The Chinese leader, probably provoked by Jack's earlier muscle-flexing, took off his T-shirt, revealing a blue dragon tattoo on his shoulder.
To be fair, in Arica, it's a bit difficult to distinguish an Asian person's specific ethnicity by just their appearance, given the similar physical characteristics.
But once they start talking, it's almost impossible to mistake them. That's why Jack was able to imdiately recognize that two of the three people were Chinese and one was Indian.
"Chingchongtown gang?" Jack was taken aback. Chinatown is just outside the Wilshire Police Departnt's jurisdiction. Although he didn't deal with it much, he knew exactly what these guys did.
It seems that Natasha and her sister had been targeted for a while. Needless to say, drugging, seducing, and forcing won into prostitution is a common tactic of the Chinatown gang.
The tattooed Chinese howled, swinging his legs and charging forward with his baseball bat.
With a muffled thud, the guy was sent flying backward even faster than he'd co, the baseball bat remaining in Jack's hand.
Jack slowly retracted his right leg, dusted it off as if his foot had so dirt on it, and then made a provocative gesture towards another guy.
This guy was wearing a floral shirt, holding a crowbar, and, as if to bolster his courage, perford a spinning kick on the spot, looking smug.
Jack tossed aside his baseball bat, shrugged at the floral shirt guy, and gestured for him to go.
The floral shirt guy jumped up and down, his legs twitching wildly as he switched positions, and after waiting for a while, he seed to have finally made up his mind. He let out a strange howl, raised his crowbar high, and charged forward.
This guy was deliberately showing off today, all legs and no hands. He had a chance to show off, and he intended to use it.
The mont the man in the floral shirt rushed past, Jack sprang into action, executing a mid-air side kick followed by a 360-degree turn. His right foot knocked the crowbar from the man's hand, and the next second, his left foot struck the man's chest.
Jack braced himself with one hand to regain his footing. The man in the floral shirt and the man with the blue dragon tattoo were already sprawled together, leaving only the Indian man standing there, stunned.
A chorus of whistles and cheers erupted around them; a circle of Arican onlookers had ford, clearly enjoying the spectacle.
Natasha remained relatively calm, a smile on her face, obviously realizing the vast difference in strength between the three and Jack, and that there was nothing to worry about.
Talia jumped up and down with excitent, her face flushed red, cheering for him.
"Hey, let's all co at him."
The sun was about to set, and the temperature was gradually dropping. Jack was a little worried that the steak would get cold and wouldn't taste good. Besides, eating only at wasn't healthy, so he had prepared so lettuce.
The three n helped the two up, their eyes flashing with malice as they stared at Jack. They took a few steps and surrounded him.
Since Jack had lost interest in showing off, he didn't bother to hold back. Seeing that the three n were hesitant to attack, he decided to take the initiative. The first to suffer was still the tattooed Chinese.
Seeing Jack suddenly start charging at him, the tattooed man raised his right leg to deliver a whip kick. However, before he could even swing his leg halfway, his ankle was firmly grabbed by a hand like an iron clamp. Before he could react, he was spun around and crashed heavily to the ground, unconscious without uttering a sound.
Jack dodged the onrushing man in the floral shirt and landed a powerful punch squarely on his stomach. The man in the floral shirt, looking like a character from a comic book, had his eyes practically bulging out, veins bulging. He slowly collapsed to the ground, only managing a few gurgling sounds from his throat, unable to utter a single scream.
The Indian guy who had been posing nearby, seeing the two n's miserable state, turned and tried to run away without a word. Jack chased after him, trying to grab him by the back of the neck, but his hand slipped, and he missed. He kicked the guy over, feeling the slickness on his fingers.
....
The park police, called in to clean up the ss, verified Jack's identity, took a brief statent, and then took the three unfortunate n away.
Jack still felt that he had saved them.
The onlookers dispersed, but Talia, still excitedly pestering Jack with questions, was pulled away by Natasha. The two climbed into the back of the pickup truck and tossed a pile of firewood over.
Jack quickly went to help, and soon a roaring campfire was lit between the two tents.
The three sat around the fire, and Natasha handed them an exquisite flask.
Jack didn't open it imdiately but admired it with interest. The flat, silver flask was decorated with intricate relief patterns, including two little girls dancing ballet in the center.
"Are these you sisters?" he asked with a smile.
Talia nodded. "It's a birthday present from Daddy."
"So, you have one too?"
Jack opened the lid and took a sip. Vodka, definitely. Very Russian.
Talia ran back to the truck and returned a mont later with an identical flask, handing it to Jack.
Uh, was this so kind of ritual he didn't know about? Jack could only take a sip of the vodka, which tasted exactly the sa.
As night deepened, the two Russian girls sat by the campfire and began to sing. Their voices were beautiful, and the lyrics were familiar; Jack had heard these songs in his past life.
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