AWB Chapter 225 Leaving the Restaurant
Chapter 225 Leaving the Restaurant
Not to be outdone, A-Qiang's companion with the short stick shouted and charged into the chaotic crowd.
The short stick in his hand was like a dragon emerging from the sea, swinging left and right, each strike carrying immense force.
Several muffled thuds.
Any burly man touched by the short stick either ended up with bruises all over his arm or was bent over in pain, howling.
He moved nimbly, shifting and turning with perfect coordination with the second department.
One man focused on attacking the upper body, while the other attacked the lower body, leaving the burly men dizzy and unable to get close.
The security team members held their positions firmly, their plastic steel batons gleaming coldly under the lights.
Faced with the enemy's attack, they remained calm and composed, building an impregnable wall through teamwork.
The front-line officers used batons to precisely block and slash, defusing wave after wave of attacks from the burly men.
The officers in the back row kept a close eye on the battlefield situation, waiting for the right moment and an opening in the enemy's defenses before suddenly extending their batons.
Or poke the other person's knee.
Or stab the opponent in the ribs.
To catch the enemy off guard.
Occasionally, a burly man would break through the front line of defense and try to enter the semicircle, only to be hit by several batons at once and forced to retreat in a sorry state.
Hu Xiyu gripped the knife tightly, her palms sweating, but her eyes remained resolute.
Although she didn't have the agility of the second-year students, nor the professional fighting skills of the security guards.
But with a surge of courage, she kept a close watch on the surrounding movements from inside the defensive line.
If she discovers a large man attempting to attack her from a vulnerable spot, she will not hesitate to brandish her knife.
The sharp blade sliced through the air, and with her angry shout, she was able to temporarily force back the enemy, giving her comrades a chance to catch their breath.
Under the close protection of everyone, Song Qianyi's mind was racing.
She noticed that there were fewer enemies in the direction of the restaurant kitchen, and the complex passageways inside the kitchen made it easier to maneuver.
He shouted loudly, "Retreat to the kitchen!" His voice was crisp and decisive, cutting through the noisy fighting.
Upon hearing this, Ah Qiang elbowed the burly man in front of him, sending him flying, and turned to shout, "Listen to Miss Song, let's retreat!"
After saying that, he drew his gun from his waist and fired two shots at the top of the enemy's head.
"Bang, bang"
The loud noise made everyone's eardrums ache.
The group of burly men instinctively shrank their necks and paused in their movements.
The second-in-command and his companion with the short stick quickly moved toward the kitchen door, fighting and retreating, constantly waving their weapons, scattering a blur of blood and sweat.
The security team members also changed formation in an orderly manner.
The front row becomes the back row, and the back row becomes the front row, gradually retreating while covering each other.
The baton in his hand was always in an offensive stance, giving the enemy no opportunity to take advantage.
Ah Qiang's companion, who was holding a hidden dart, had been holding back until now.
Seeing everyone begin to break out towards the kitchen, he knew that the critical moment had arrived.
He darted behind a dining table, knelt on one knee, and swiftly drew three hidden arrows from his quiver, nocking them on the bowstring.
His eyes, sharp as a hawk's, peered through the cracks in the tabletop at the burly men who were trying to block their retreat.
With a low shout, he released his fingers, and the hidden arrow shot out with a "whoosh" sound as it cut through the air.
The three hidden arrows were incredibly accurate; one of them grazed the ear of a burly man, scaring him half to death and leaving him frozen in place.
One bullet struck another burly man in the shoulder, who screamed in pain and nearly dropped his weapon.
Another one was driven directly into the ground at the feet of the third big man, penetrating three feet into the soil.
The burly man looked down and his face turned deathly pale. He instinctively took a few steps back to make room for the others.
The group fought their way back, eventually retreating into the kitchen.
The kitchen was filled with the smell of cooking oil, and the kitchen utensils and ingredients were scattered around. The floor was greasy and slippery.
Song Qianyi had no time to pay attention to these things; her eyes were anxiously searching for a way out, and she soon found that the back door of the kitchen was half-open.
“Go through the back door!” she shouted.
The group rushed toward the back door, but as soon as they reached it, several burly men came around from the outside and blocked their way.
Ah Qiang gritted his teeth, raised his hand, and fired two more shots. The bullets grazed the scalps of the big men, making them shudder.
"Get out of the way if you don't want to die!" Ah Qiang roared.
The burly men hesitated for a moment, but still made way for a narrow path.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Song Qianyi and the others rushed out, and outside was a narrow alley.
The group ran wildly along the alley, with the cries of pain, curses, and footsteps of the pursuing men echoing behind them.
Fortunately, Ah Qiang was quite familiar with the town, and he led the group through many twists and turns until they finally shook off their pursuers.
The group stopped, panting heavily.