22 The Maginot Line in the Restaurant

"It's okay. It's only a few of them, and they left a while ago!" Chen Haiqing did not dare guarantee it. Had it not been for those two gangsters delaying them a bit, the gangsters coming might have ignored Lin Mo's group as normal passersby.

"Want to call the police? Hmph!" The arrogant gangster leader snorted. "Too late. The director of the police station here is a close relative of one of our brothers. Just wait. Today, I will make sure to break your legs and have you crawl out of here." He flashed the butcher knife. He would not kill people, but he would let some blood shed. This scared quite a few of the students.

They were future pilots and different. These butcher knives were more of a threat to them than normal people. The medical requirements for pilots were extremely demanding, and even scars were not allowed on their bodies.

Under high-altitude and low-pressure flight conditions, the pressure difference between the inside and the outside of the body would intensify. Especially in severe changes in altitude, the scars on the body could crack easily, and the blood loss rate was much higher than on the ground. Sometimes, even blood platelets had no time to clot the wounds before the blood drained out, which was fatal.

They had relied on their numbers, a few beer bottles, and stools to beat a few of these gangsters until their heads swelled. Even the knives could not hurt them. However, now that the gangsters' reinforcements were arriving, it was unavoidable that a knife might cut them during the fight. It would not be as simple returning to the school for punishment, but they might even lose their qualifications of being future pilots. They were disgruntled just thinking about it.

Thinking about this, many students began to regret, feeling that they were too inexperienced and careless. They should have struck first and not given the gangsters a chance to call for help.

"Get them!" someone shouted, and an unopened beer bottle smashed the head of the gangster leader.

Bang! The gangster leader's head burst with pain. He was seeing stars as the frothy beer covered his face and eyes. The students in the restaurant shouted in unison and pounced like wolves.

After all, they were future pilots chosen nationwide and of course had exceptional psychological qualities. At this time, no one would blame each other and start infighting. They unanimously chose to deal with the external forces before handling their internal affairs. In any case, there would not be a good outcome, so they might as well keep these gangsters in the restaurant under control before negotiating with the gangsters outside. Some people at the Aviation University had guns, and there were planes. These gangsters were no match for the Aviation University.

Beer bottles and stools were flying, as well as pots and dishes. These long-range attacks flying all over were a testament that they were future pilots. They all had 20/13 vision or higher, eyes as sharp as an eagle's, accurate attacks, and were well-versed in ruthlessness. All it took was one volley to make these gangsters in the restaurant cover their heads and scurry about, forgetting all about their butcher knives.

This heavy crossfire was not something hot-headed gangsters waving butcher knives could fight against. The gangster leader wanted to fight back, but imagine a dozen stools flying at them and smashing onto them accurately. The butcher knife was long knocked flying out of his hand.

Seven or eight people surrounded each gangster, and they had nowhere to run. Pipi papa. Each punch went straight into the flesh. It was apparent how miserable these gangsters were from their screams. While a strong dragon could not overwhelm the local snake, a strong dragon that had the advantage of multiple times more numbers was completely different. They had to ensure that internal affairs were in order before dealing with the external. This logic that Chiang Kai-shek knew was something the students carried out fully.

The gangsters knew to call for reinforcements, and so did the students. Although the police station nearby had been bribed, they could not bribe the teachers and students of the Aviation University. Moreover, the leadership of the Aviation University would not sit by idly.

They were valuable future pilots, even if they were not yet officially qualified to fly. Should something go wrong, there would be severe consequences.

In less than half a minute, all seven gangsters in the restaurant were thrashed. Their noses and faces were swollen, leaving them with only the strength to moan. The waiters and waitresses also hated these gangsters and voluntarily took out ropes and whatnot to tie them up like pigs.

After dealing with these gangsters, Chen Haiqing did not let his guard down. Instead, he seized the time to get the other students to carry sticks and other weapons to latch the doors, windows, and other entrances of the restaurant.

The few gangsters inside were trivial. Most troublesome were the ones outside, so Chen Haiqing and these students were treating this like a defensive battle.

Several smart students even opened tens of bottles of high alcohol content Red Star Erguotou, ripped cotton strips, mixed them with cheap plastic lighters to make alcohol incendiary bombs, and carried out the kerosene from the kitchen. Seeing this, the restaurant owner was stunned. He was already at a loss. Who exactly were these people? They seemed more professional than terrorists.

"Sorry for implicating you today, boss!" Chen Haiqing apologized to the restaurant owner while directing the arrangements. "Don't worry. I'll compensate you. I have no lack of money." Seeing his actions, he was treating this as an exciting real-life PK game.

"Ahh, this is all because of my bastard son. I have to teach him a lesson for causing me so much trouble today." Boss Kim did not pay much attention to Chen Haiqing's consoling. He suddenly sat down on the tatami like a deflated ball, letting his employees and the students do whatever they wanted, moving things around, and taking out whatever was useful.

These gangsters were driving people to dead ends, and the employees had long been angered.

Many hands made work light. Before long, the entire restaurant was arranged like a small battlefield with layers of defense. Chen Haiqing felt proud. With his arrangements, the gangsters outside would have to make some sacrifices to attack them. As long as he bought some time, Lin Mo could bring the people from school here, and then they could work together on the inside and outside. Hehe, gangsters? Triads? You'll all be wiped out.

It was silent outside the restaurant, and the sounds of people talking and footsteps were gone. It seemed like the gangsters heard the movements inside the restaurant and were making their preparations to attack. They were truly an organized triad. The people in the restaurant were all vigilant, waiting to fight.

Chen Haiqing intended to adopt the 'refueling tactic' by leaving an opening and taking down the enemy one by one to cause immense psychological pressure for the rest and buy time for his side.

Squeak! The restaurant door suddenly opened, and a head popped in. A sturdy student suddenly shouted and smashed the rolling pin in his hand down before abruptly stopping in the nick of time.

"Lin Mo, why are you here?!" The students in the restaurant exclaimed in unison.

The rolling pin had stopped ten centimeters away from Lin Mo's head. Had the student not stopped in time, the back of Lin Mo's head and the rolling pin would have made intimate contact.

"Huh! What are you guys doing?" Lin Mo innocently asked while looking at the drastically changed restaurant. Everyone had a weapon in hand, and there were also defending positions, various obstacles, and all kinds of mechanisms that he could not name. Everyone was staring at him, stunned.

"W-why did you come back? Didn't you send those girls away? Why come back? Did those gangsters block you? Damn it! This is extremely troublesome now!" Chen Haiqing rushed to the door and pulled Lin Mo in. He fired his questions away and caused Lin Mo's face to be covered in saliva. Lin Mo's appearance scared him.

"No!" Lin Mo shook his head. "I took them to a taxi, watched them leave, and came back. I haven't had my fill."

"…" Chen Haiqing and the rest finally figured out this fellow's nature. A glutton!

"What about those guys outside? Did they do anything to you?" Chen Haiqing quickly came back to his senses and looked at Lin Mo anxiously. He dared not look outside, not knowing if someone was waiting outside with a gun. Northern folk were known to be savage, and this possibility was high.

"Them?" Lin Mo thought for a bit. "All doing dog crawls on the ground!"

"What?" The people in the restaurant were all dumbfounded.

"Really?" Chen Haiqing's trembling voice said out loud what they all thought.

"I'm fine, aren't I?" Lin Mo blinked and shrugged somewhat playfully.

"I'll go have a look!" The sturdy student responsible for guarding the door had swapped the rolling pin for a butcher knife and took a big gulp of Erguotou to boost his guts. Curiosity overtook the fear in him, and he volunteered to be the scout.

Opening a slit in the door, he very cautiously looked out. Seeing no one at all, he extended half his body out. His body froze. He seemed to see something abnormal and rushed out the door. His footsteps did not go far before the rest in the restaurant heard him shouting, "Wow! Wow! Wow! All down practicing dog crawling. What a miracle!"

The people inside the restaurant looked at each other, wondering what the hell was happening.

The first-years of the Aviation University could not suppress their curiosity and dashed out the door to see what was there. What they saw left them stunned.

Knives, guns, and sticks lay on the ground in a mess. Even the gun that Chen Haiqing was most worried about, commonly known as the hunting rifle, was also there. But they had lost their lethality with no one controlling them. A sea of people lay twitching on the ground in all kinds of postures, and all of them had ashen faces. Some had passed out, some curled their bodies up like a giant prawn, while others gasped for breath. All of them were twitching, seemingly enduring unbearable pain, and even screaming became a luxury.

With a rough count, there were over fifty of them. These gangsters were taken down and placed in a variety of poses outside the Korean restaurant entrance, looking spectacular.

The students and the people in the restaurant could not help but suck in cold air between their teeth, feeling chills down their spines.