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Chapter 13: Gave too much?

“An Chen, my little ancestor!” The boss’s voice was on the verge of tears: “Can you please not speak in such a choppy way? My heart can’t take it!”

He had thought the equipment was smashed, or that the shop was on fire, or something similar.

But it was just this?

“I’ll try.”

“I can only see the street corner from here. What’s the situation like at the shop entrance right now?”

“They’re still in a standoff, haven’t started fighting, but it’ll be soon.”

“You…”

“I didn’t leave; I’m helping you watch the shop.”

“Phew…”

The boss finally let out another long breath.

“However, I’m risking my life here to guard your property, so I need compensation.”

“I’ll give it!”

The boss said through gritted teeth.

So that’s what he was waiting for!

“But you have to ensure that the equipment isn’t damaged! There’s a fire axe under the service desk; if the criminals rush in, you just chop them in the face, chop, chop!”

The boss clearly didn’t know the true situation here; he knew they were criminals, but he mistakenly thought they were just ordinary thugs.

An Chen looked at the fire axe, then at the burly Hanzi (Man).

This thing probably couldn’t hurt him, at least not if he used it.

“That depends on how much you give.”

An Chen’s tone suddenly became profound, as if he really had the ability to protect this internet cafe.

Although he knew An Chen was just a kid who wasn’t even eighteen, the boss felt inexplicably convinced when he heard this.

“Five thousand! As long as you can minimize the losses!”

“As long as the person is here, the internet cafe will be here.”

An Chen didn’t give the person on the other end of the phone a chance to say another word, decisively hanging up.

“Did I give too much??”

The boss looked at his phone, his brows tightly furrowed.

But after a while, he stopped agonizing over it.

Five thousand was nothing compared to a whole room full of computer equipment. If An Chen could really hold the shop, what was five thousand?

However, he suddenly felt like he had lost his mind.

An Chen wasn’t even an adult; could he really deal with vicious criminals?

To attract so many police, wouldn’t this criminal have to be some kind of armed bandit?

“No, I can’t let him die in my shop!”

He grew anxious and dialed again.

But An Chen didn’t answer.

An Chen had already turned off his phone screen, silenced it, and put it in his pocket. He and Su Xiaojiu were both peeking their heads from behind the service desk, watching the show.

Su Xiaojiu quietly took out a sharp-edged metal plate, roughly a circle larger than a human head.

“This is a Formation Plate; it can generate a High Grade Four Directions Formation of the Qi Refinement Stage. This is a defensive Formation, and the damage this big idiot causes should find it very difficult to break through this Formation.”

This Formation was also one of her trump cards. She hadn’t had time to use it when she was being chased by mountain bandits, but now it was just right.

Su Xiaojiu placed the Formation Plate on the ground and then took out several Spirit Stones, melting them into the Formation Plate. Under the surge of spiritual power, the Formation Plate emitted a faint glow.

An Chen felt as if some energy was spreading out, enveloping him.

That energy was difficult to detect, but An Chen always felt a sense of it.

“You are not a Cultivator, so you probably can’t perceive the fluctuations of spiritual power, which is why you don’t see any difference. But rest assured, we are very safe now!”

Su Xiaojiu patted her chest, delighted.

She actually had such a method.

An Chen raised an eyebrow and didn’t speak.

Actually, logically speaking, if Su Xiaojiu had really run away, she probably could have protected herself and wouldn’t have been foolish enough to directly confront the police.

Forcibly keeping her by his side was actually a serious deception…

No, how could it be called deception?

This was also so she wouldn’t have to deal with the chase.

Hmm, that’s right.

The Hanzi (Man) outside the door roared at this moment.

“Annoying guys, all of you get out of the way!”

He was probably annoyed by the police sirens, the shouts from the loudspeakers, and the noise from the helicopter. Impatient, he simply launched an attack.

“Fire!”

The attack order had just been given when dozens of gun muzzles simultaneously spewed hot flames, and a barrage of metal bullets flew towards the burly Hanzi (Man).

Although the burly Hanzi (Man) was massive, his speed was not slow at all.

With a single stride, he rushed out three or four meters, swinging his nine-ringed saber with powerful force.

With a horizontal slash, the great saber brought up a circle of fierce Saber Qi, directly flipping the two police cars in front, their car frames bending and breaking.

“It’s somewhat like the rough Hanzi (Man) from the Frenzy Warrior Sect, but the saber technique isn’t right. Although it’s fierce and powerful, the force isn’t as concentrated as the Frenzy Warrior Sect’s. It seems to be a saber technique from a minor sect…”

Su Xiaojiu muttered as she watched the Hanzi (Man).

She wasn’t explaining anything to An Chen; she was simply being chatty.

An Chen didn’t interrupt, letting her talk to herself.

That saber strike seemed to have used what was called spiritual power, and what was unleashed was not just an ordinary saber strike, but also some other energy.

The bullets fired directly at him actually deflected, clattering against the ground and street beside him.

Several screams came from the residential building, and a person in the small supermarket across from the internet cafe, who had been holding a phone to take pictures, was also startled by the concentrated gunfire and hid behind the shelves.

However, this only deflected the bullets from the front, and on the other side of the street, there were still another dozen or so guns.

The Hanzi (Man) had just made three slashes, flipping three police cars in front of him, and another had its roof sliced off. Several police officers lay on the ground, some missing half an arm, others with a huge bloodstain across their chest.

Even the steel guns they held in their hands were cut in half by a single saber strike.

The Hanzi (Man) wanted to continue attacking; he only needed a few more slashes, and perhaps he could cut a bloody path in front of him.

But he suddenly felt intense pain in his back. He stopped to touch it and found his back was covered in blood. Looking down, he saw drops of blood continuously falling onto the ground beneath his feet.

“Thud!”

A muffled sound suddenly came from his chest. He felt as if someone had slapped his left chest, and the impact forced him back two steps, nearly making him fall.

The Hanzi (Man) looked down and saw a bloody hole there.

The bullet had entered his chest; he usually focused on body cultivation and was robust, so the bullet had not exited his back.

This bullet almost hit his heart.

The Hanzi (Man) was uncharacteristically startled for once.

If the bullet had shifted just a little, his heart would surely have exploded. If this small piece of metal had hit his head, then his head would have exploded…

The Hanzi (Man) re-evaluated the combat power of this world.

While he was distracted, a barrage of bullets repeatedly struck his chest and abdomen from the front.

These rifle bullets were much more powerful than small-caliber pistol bullets; they almost always caused damage upon impact, and even if they only broke the Hanzi (Man)’s skin, they couldn’t be stopped by the sheer number of bullets.

A magazine holds thirty bullets, and dozens of guns mean thousands of rounds.

Under such a density of firepower, the burly Hanzi (Man) would soon be riddled with holes.

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