Chapter 20

"Brother Li, they've gone in. What should we do?"

Si Yao and Li Fatzi were crouched by the second-floor window, only their foreheads visible as they peered out, watching the movements of the group led by Ai Huade clearly.

"Tony and the others must have hidden. That supermarket isn't big. If they really face off against these rough guys, it's likely to end badly. We need to get there quickly and create chaos from behind to try and take them out!" Li Fatzi said urgently.

"Quick, look! They left someone to guard the door. If we go over, we'll definitely alert them." Si Yao pointed at Arthur, who was guarding the entrance.

"Hmm..." Li Fatzi responded. How could they silently take out this guard?

As he thought, Li Fatzi realized this person looked familiar.

Is it him?

Li Fatzi couldn't remember his name, but he remembered he was Turkish. When they were both taking the INTO language course, they were good friends. After the course, Li Fatzi went to university, and this person supposedly opened a Turkish restaurant, and they lost contact after that.

Although he couldn't remember the person's name, Li Fatzi still had a deep impression of him. He was a good person, and Li Fatzi wondered how he ended up with Ai Huade's gang.

"Brother Li, make a decision quickly!" Si Yao, worried about Albe's safety, noticed Li Fatzi was distracted and urged him.

"Hmm... There's no way to take them out without them noticing. But I know this person. Let's see if our old friendship still works. Let's go!"

Time was of the essence; any delay could result in the injury or death of their companions.

The two of them no longer cared about making noise and quickly ran downstairs, rushing out of the KTV's main door.

Arthur had already heard the commotion from the opposite KTV and was sure it wasn't just one person! He looked back into the supermarket, worried. The flashlight's light was very dim, and Ai Huade's group had already moved far away.

Damn, running away isn't honorable. I'll fight to the death!

Arthur cursed to himself, steeling his courage. He held the shovel in front of him, ready to face any challenge.

"Brat, come over and die!"

"You're the brat! Your whole family is brats... Arthur, are you Arthur?" Li Fatzi couldn't remember this person's name, but when he heard the heavy Turkish accent, a name immediately came to mind: Arthur.

"Um... Do you know me?" Arthur was taken aback, loosening his grip on the shovel.

Although the streetlights were dim, Arthur looked closely and recognized the person.

"Are you Li? Fuck-you-man, it really is you!?"

The two of them put down their weapons, walked together, and shook hands firmly, both with surprised expressions.

"Arthur, although I'm happy to see you, now isn't the time for catching up. My companions are inside, and I need to save them!"

Li Fatzi let go of Arthur's hand and pointed at the supermarket.

In his view, although they had been very close a few years ago, a few years could change a person easily.

If Arthur refused to help, they would have to fight.

Arthur hesitated for a moment but eventually moved aside, letting them through the supermarket door.

"Li, although I want to help you, this is all I can do. After all, I'm part of their group, and helping you against them is just..."

"Don't think like that, you've already helped us a lot!" Li Fatzi patted Arthur's shoulder and, with Si Yao, started to enter the supermarket.

"Wait!"

"Hmm?"

What new development? Li Fatzi turned back, looking at Arthur in confusion.

"Here! Flashlight, you'll need it."

Li Fatzi took the flashlight Arthur threw and smiled at him before rushing into the supermarket with Si Yao.

"Thanks!"

Although they were in a hurry to save Albe and the others, the two of them slowed down, walking back-to-back and speaking in low voices.

Li Fatzi perked up his ears and heard light footsteps coming from ahead.

"Brother Li, should we just charge in? Or?"

"They have guns, and we only have our lives. Charging in isn't an option..."

"Then what?"

Si Yao stopped and looked at Li Fatzi.

Li Fatzi saw a rope on the ground and had an idea.

"We'll stand on either side and hold this rope. When they run over, we'll pull it up and trip them. Even if they have machine guns, we'll still take them down."

As he spoke, Li Fatzi waved the tool hammer in his hand.

"But how do we lure them over?"

"Leave it to me." Li Fatzi picked up a can of tuna from a nearby shelf and started banging it rhythmically.

Three short, three long, then three short.

"This way, we can also signal Tony and the others that we're in position and ready to attack from both sides."

"Brother Li, the rhythm you just made, wasn't that Morse code?"

"Exactly, it's Morse code. Don't be too impressed with your fat brother!" Li Fatzi said smugly, though in reality, he didn't know Morse code. He had just seen online that three short, three long, and three short was the international SOS signal, so he used it.

"Remember, three short, three long, three short. It means 'SOS.'"

"You're really smart, Brother Li. But why send an SOS? Shouldn't we send a code that says we're in position?"

"Um... They wouldn't understand it anyway, so it doesn't matter..."

At that moment, the sounds from deep inside the supermarket covered Li Fatzi's embarrassment. Ai Huade's group heard the commotion behind them and became visibly nervous.

"Boss, there's someone behind us..."

"Of course, I'm not deaf..."

"What should we do, Boss? I knew Arthur was unreliable. He's either been taken out or fled."

They shone their flashlights behind them but saw no one.

"Let's ignore them. If they were brave enough, they would have attacked us already. They're just trying to scare us. Ignore them."

After calming the group, Ai Huade's gang continued forward.

They were almost at the end of the small supermarket, with only two rows of shelves left and then a warehouse door.

"Looks like they're hiding in the warehouse. What should we do, Boss?"

"Heh, this is easy. Go get a few cans of oil from that shelf. We'll set them on fire and see if they come out!"

It had to be said, Ai Huade's gang was predictable. Their go-to move was always to burn.

The cannon fodder candidate at the front had no choice but to follow orders and carefully approached the shelf they had passed earlier, bending down to pick up a few cans of oil.

"Ugh... Ugh..."

Suddenly, a figure appeared beside him, covering his mouth and slicing his throat with a machete!

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