Strongest Soldier King Chapter 1166 1166: The Thugs Show Their Might

Beijing, Diplomatic Embassy District.

A Sam Embassy vehicle slowly decreased speed, turning into the embassy area, when a young guy on an electric scooter zipped in front with a postal bag trailing behind. He looked like a delivery guy from a courier company, in his early twenties with a sun-tanned face, obviously from spending a lot of ti outdoors. Due to inadequate braking, the scooter slamd hard into the bumper of the embassy vehicle, causing the license plate to fall off. The front bumper shattered, and the grille cracked like a spider web. The young guy was flung back, landing with a face full of blood.

The sudden incident startled the embassy vehicle to a halt. A smartly dressed man, in a formal suit, quickly got out of the car. Seeing the delivery guy struggling to get up and then collapsing again, he frowned, realizing sothing had happened, and imdiately took out his phone to make a call.

Sitting in the back seat, Jackson saw this scene. He beca wary and looked around but found nothing unusual, feeling puzzled. Having never been to Huaxia Country before, Jackson couldn't understand what was going on. How could an electric scooter go against traffic?

At this mont, a crowd quickly gathered around. Little Dao, with his people mixed in, looked on in surprise. He couldn't understand what was happening; the scam artist he arranged hadn't even acted yet. Suddenly, a nearby strongman shouted in grief and anger, "Damn, that's my brother, bastard, I'll beat you to death." With that, he grabbed a brick and charged forward, hurling it at the embassy vehicle from a distance.

Thud! The windshield of the embassy vehicle was smashed, startling the driver. Frightened, the driver hurried back inside, just about to lock the doors when Jackson beca furious. The embassy vehicle symbolized national leadership, absolutely not to be violated. As a soldier, Jackson would not allow anyone to infringe upon his country's leadership. He quickly got out and rushed up.

The driver, familiar with the national conditions of Huaxia Country from his extended stay, saw Jackson charging down with anger and knew things were going to get bad. He quickly got out to pull Jackson back, saying, "Jackson, don't, don't get angry, you can't fight, otherwise, it'll beco a big issue."

"Bastard, what kind of vehicle is this?" Jackson roared, glaring coldly at the driver and shouted, "This is a Ministry of Foreign Affairs vehicle; it represents the image of the country, a part of its territory. Soone smashed the vehicle; what kind of act is this? It's invasion, it's war. As a soldier, I absolutely will not allow such a thing to happen. Get out of the way." With that, he pushed the driver aside, marching up furiously to defend the territorial rights.

Little Dao happened to understand international lingua franca, imdiately realizing what was happening. Seeing Jackson, he chuckled. In Little Dao's view, Jackson was a hot-headed fool. Such people might be very formidable, but they were also easy to deal with. He whispered, "Is the injured one really ngzi's younger brother?"

"Master Dao, I've seen him before; he really is. He's a delivery guy for the logistics company, quite an honest kid." Soone next to him imdiately answered.

Upon confirming the injured person's identity, Little Dao was overjoyed, whispering orders, "Brothers, seize the opportunity to cause trouble, make it big. Mr. Gui told us to take it easy, that's a courtesy to us. Let's show this clueless one our might."

"Got it." The capable thugs around imdiately sneered excitedly. Ever since connecting with Ghost Hand and helping out a few tis, law enforcent's monitoring had beco less strict, and their status in the underworld had soared. This was tangible profit, and if they handled this job well, more benefits were sure to co. Dealing with foreigners posed no pressure.

Following Little Dao's orders, the crowd surrounded Jackson, with intimidating glares. Just then, Jackson happened to dash at the car's front, kicking a burly man who was smashing the car five or six ters away. The man fell to the ground, motionless, blood gushing from his mouth.

Seeing this, the crowd was infuriated. How dare he act first? How would they mingle if this spread? Soone imdiately recorded and took photos while more people gathered around, yelling, "Foreign devil is attacking people, kill him."

"Kill him." The crowd, agitated, raised bricks, ready to smash Jackson.

The terrified driver crawled back inside the car, frantically calling for help. The situation had gotten completely out of control, causing the driver to panic, but Jackson remained calm, fiercely battling with the encroaching crowd, taking down five or six people in no ti. Seeing Jackson's ferocity, the others scattered, creating more distance, picking up bricks to hurl.

Jackson had never seen such a rogue style of fighting, infuriating him. He glared at the surrounding people with a livid face, locking onto one who was shouting the loudest, prepared to beat him. The opponent quickly retreated, while a pile of bricks ca flying, accurately and powerfully, forcing Jackson to shield his head with his hands.

With Jackson's strength, these brick assaults couldn't do much harm. If Jackson caught up with soone, he would kick them flying, causing everyone to scatter, widening the distance. Little Dao found the opponent too powerful to handle for the mont, imdiately calling for more help.

Given the magnitude of the situation, the police naturally received the report but were ordered not to hurry to the scene. Frontline officers could sense sothing fishy, but however the higher-ups instructed them, that's what they did. After all, since foreigners were involved, it had nothing to do with them; they treated it as a spectacle.

In the absence of the police, more gang mbers arrived on motorcycles and cars, vigorously smashing the embassy vehicle, terrifying the driver hiding inside, trembling. Seeing the attack on the embassy vehicle, Jackson felt a deep humiliation, roaring in fury, attacking more fiercely. But the thugs beca cunning, avoiding close combat with Jackson, exchanging bricks.

Seeing the opponent's extre prowess and unable to handle it montarily, Little Dao quietly said, "Tell the brothers to use knives."

The order quickly spread, and everyone pulled out daggers, flinging them like concealed weapons. This created trouble for Jackson. With tough skin and solid muscles, bricks didn't bother him, but knives were different. A stab would leave a bloody hole. The sudden attack caught Jackson off guard, inflicting several wounds, not fatal but deep, causing blood to flow.

Jackson, in a furious rage, his eyes turned crimson, like a raging lion, ready to unleash deadly force. Seeing this, Little Dao quickly had everyone scatter to avoid the wrath while hurling decorative bricks at Jackson to thwart his assault.

At this mont, a large number of police cars arrived with sirens blaring. The gang mbers dropped their bricks, scattering, but not leaving entirely. The commotion was big enough, and now it was up to the police. Everyone slowly gathered around Little Dao. When the police got out of their vehicles and rushed forward, Jackson, despite being enraged, recognized the police, calming down a bit and halting his actions.