Just as the person being protected got up to escape, someone suddenly kicked open the back door of the cafe, and more than a dozen hooded men carrying machetes and steel pipes filed in.
The man at the front, with dyed blond hair and a toothpick dangling from his mouth, shouted emphatically, "Grab him before the sheriff arrives!"
"Where is he? Where did he go?"
"Everyone come and search for me, check every table thoroughly!"
The blond-haired man shouted, and the dozen or so people behind him immediately bypassed him and carefully searched the location of the protected target.
Suddenly, a reflection shone on his face, and he instinctively glanced at it.
It turned out that a corporate slave sitting at the table next to him was holding his phone in a panic, his hands shaking so badly that he dialed the wrong number several times.
"Hey, you little brat!"
The blond-haired man immediately leaped over, snatched the phone, and smashed it to pieces on the ground in front of the horrified office worker.
Still not satisfied, the blond-haired man crushed the battery relentlessly, bending it in the process!
After finishing these tasks, Huang Mao suddenly turned his head to stare at the office worker, his face contorted with rage. He grabbed the office worker by the collar and pulled him in front of him, his wide eyes looking as if he wanted to devour him.
"Spare me! Spare me!"
The office worker was so scared that snot was coming out of his nose, and he begged for mercy repeatedly.
But the blond-haired man had no intention of letting him go. His fists were clenched so tightly that his bones cracked, and he was about to throw a punch.
"Boss, that old man ran towards the front door!"
Suddenly, the younger brother's cry was like a lifeline, and the blond-haired man immediately lowered his hand.
"Tch, consider yourself lucky!"
The blond-haired man abandoned his salaryman and hurried towards the front door, shouting loudly:
"Hurry up and go! The employer didn't just hire our gang. If another gang snatches our cash cow, I'll hold you all responsible!"
Upon hearing this, the underlings' faces immediately turned panicked, and they scrambled towards the front door.
Looking back at the target he was protecting, he felt even more anxious. Despite his advanced age, he quickened his pace.
Closer, even closer!
The protected target was panting heavily, but its eyes were full of hope.
The coffee shop doors were wide open, beckoning him with irresistible allure.
Once he leaves this place, he can find his car and escape this dangerous place!
However, just as the protected object was about to touch the door, the man closest to the door stood up.
He wore a top hat and a suit, and every move he made resembled that of a gentleman.
But he closed the coffee shop door right under the nose of the person he was protecting!
Click!
With a crisp click, Fagar even locked himself in!
The protected target was almost in despair, his body trembling violently.
My legs buckled and I almost knelt down.
But he did not kneel down. Fagga supported him and helped him to a seat to rest.
"It's not safe outside either. It's better for the owner to check the surveillance footage for more details."
Suddenly, a gentle voice pulled the person being protected back from the brink of despair.
He quickly glanced at the laptop on the table. The surveillance footage showed that the area outside the coffee shop was indeed fraught with danger, with countless gangs lurking in every corner, keeping a close watch on the coffee shop.
It's definitely more dangerous outside the coffee shop than inside!
After a moment's hesitation, the person being protected looked up and saw the gentleman who had closed the door earlier tighten his gloves and grab the parasol from the table.
Seemingly sensing the gaze of the person he was protecting, Fagga slightly turned his head, nodded, and then walked towards the group of thugs.
It was obvious who he was protecting; this gentleman, like the young lady from before, was also there to protect him!
"Hey kid, at least you know better than to close the door. Get out of the way, or you might get hurt!"
The underling who rushed to the front was blocked by Faja. When he tried to squeeze past him, Faja shook him back with a shrug of his shoulder.
So he immediately yelled at Fagga and pointed at him with his finger.
Fagar glanced down and adjusted his monocle.
From the reflection in the lens, the younger brother saw a fierce glint in Fagga's slightly narrowed eyes, a glint that seemed to prey on those who would devour them.
The younger brother's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately wanted to back out, but he still shouted, "You...you want to do...ah!!!"
Fagga reached out and snapped his finger on the spot.
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