Free Web NovelChapter 684: Chapter 308: Lv Bu Rides a Dog
"What happened up ahead?"
"It seems like someone is arguing..."
Others also heard the commotion. Han Yue, who was sitting at the front of the bus, immediately stood up. Only then did everyone notice a white pickup truck blocking a tricycle on the dirt road to the right of the bus, with a group of people getting out and engaging in a heated argument with the tricycle driver.
Just when everyone thought it was an accident.
Unexpectedly, the leader, a burly Pakistani man with a big beard, suddenly brought out several sticks with his friends from the car, noisily surrounding the tricycle and repeatedly banging on the hood.
The clanging sound not only failed to intimidate the tricycle driver.
Instead, it fueled his anger. In the next second, he pulled a machete from beneath his seat, pointing it at the bearded leader while cursing aloud.
"Something’s not right! It looks like they’re bringing out weapons!"
"Hurry, call headquarters and inform them there’s trouble here! Anyone, come with me and let’s check it out!"
Han Yue’s face changed suddenly, seemingly aware of the situation spiraling out of control. He immediately got off the bus with others to intervene.
In fact, during disasters, such conflicts often occur. Some even take advantage of the chaos to commit crimes, profiting from the national disaster.
Therefore, disaster relief isn’t just about saving lives; it’s also about strengthening law enforcement to prevent and combat crime, resolving disputes, and more.
"Hey! No fighting, let’s talk this through!"
Han Yue shouted in English.
Pakistan used to be a British colony, so like India, the official languages are Urdu and English, and even people in remote areas can understand English.
Upon hearing the shout, both parties paused for a moment.
The tricycle driver pointed at the group wielding sticks and cursed: "These damned bastards! They blocked my car, claiming to be from the Disaster Relief Supply Department, wanting to take the grain in my vehicle for disaster relief and not even paying me. Isn’t this robbery!"
"Disaster Relief Supply Department?"
Han Yue frowned.
It was obvious that these people were lying. Besides violent law enforcement agencies, where in the world would government employees carry sticks on duty?
"We are from the Xia Kingdom’s International Rescue Team. May I ask which department you report to specifically, and do you have identification?"
"Hey! Friend from Xia, you’re in Pakistan. I suggest you mind your own business!"
The bearded man grinned on the surface, but his tone was full of menace.
Even the rescue dog Xiao Jian sensed the change in their demeanor, lowering his body and slowly baring his teeth.
Gu Ji frowned slightly.
Trained to observe due to long-term military and police special training, he instinctively noticed that two of the people had discreetly reached for their lower backs, whether for knives or firearms, most likely the latter.
The apparel of these two individuals was slightly different from the others.
Wearing red and white checkered headscarves, and their clothes appeared particularly clean, but their eyes beneath the thick eyebrows always exuded a fierce aura, clearly not to be trifled with.
At this moment, one taller man seemed to realize someone was watching him.
Gu Ji immediately diverted his gaze elsewhere, only observing through his peripheral vision.
Unexpectedly, their counter-surveillance skills were so sharp.
The tall man didn’t spot the observer and ultimately glanced at the many rescue team members on the bus, whispering something to a companion with a similar headscarf, who nodded, replying with a few words.
Though Gu Ji didn’t hear exactly what they said, he felt a sense of familiarity with their pronunciation.
Subsequently, the shorter man stepped up to the bearded man.
His cautious demeanor while listening intently indicated that these two men with headscarves were the actual leaders among the group.
The bearded man was just a facade.
Afterward, the bearded man shot a fierce glare at Han Yue, "You’re lucky. Remember, this is Pakistan, mind your own business, and go back to your Xia Kingdom!"
"Stop! I strongly doubt your identities now!"
Even if Han Yue had determined these people were robbing in the disaster area, those words wouldn’t sit well with any Xia Kingdom person.
For a moment, many rescue members felt a surge of anger ready to erupt.
Gu Ji continued to quietly observe the two men with headscarves.
Noticing a glint of bloodlust in their eyes, he crouched immediately, hiding behind a team member, drawing a survival knife from his waist with his left hand, hiding it in his wrist, while his right hand clutched the back of the rescue dog’s neck, "Xiao Jian, keep an eye on those two with headscarves."
"Damn it! Looks like you all have a death wish!"
The bearded man glared and suddenly swung the stick in his hand, its tip whistling as it aimed for Han Yue’s head.
In an instant, the others also swung their sticks, rushing to fight.
"Mr. Han!"
"Get off the bus fast! Mr. Han is in trouble!"
"Dare to mess with us? Brothers, let’s get them!"
Seeing the clash erupt, the rescue teams and squads on the bus couldn’t just sit there; they all charged down to help.
It should be noted.
These people used to be soldiers in the Army Engineering Corps; their aura and skills were indisputable. Seeing forty to fifty of them charge down, brandishing crowbars and shovels, facing them head-on might make anyone tremble in fear.
