After complaining about his companions, the middle-aged man who looked like a "Wall Street man" turned to look at Li Pu.
"Give us three sets of Chinese Pancakes, hurry up, we're in a hurry."
His tone of voice left no room for doubt.
It seemed this guy was used to acting like a big shot, but it didn't match his outfit, which made him look like a financial grunt.
"I'm not a fodder seller. You've come to the wrong person for food."
Li Pu rolled his eyes at the three of them and put the small folding table he had just used to eat with Daniel and his two kids into the back of the car.
While he wouldn't necessarily go and kill someone's entire family just because they said something bad about his son...
...as a protective father, expecting Li Pu to be nice to these people... fat chance.
"He seems to be insulting us?"
The Repairman, who looked like a green-haired turtle, frowned and blinked his tiny, bean-like eyes, taking a while to process it.
The Butcher, on the other hand, looked like he had truly escaped from St. Elizabeth's. He exuded a kind of "beauty" that suggested a missing brainstem and actually started laughing "hahaha" again.
"...Hahaha, man, I like you. You're funny. But now, you're in trouble!"
He laughed so hard he couldn't close his mouth.
"Since you've offended Mr. X, you'd better hurry up and write a will, and buy a pair of iron underwear with a lock while you're at it.
Because only by doing that can you at least keep your backside from being ravaged before you die."
"Butcher, shut up!"
The middle-aged man known as "Mr. X" scolded his companion in frustration and then looked at Li Pu with an unkind expression.
At that moment, a convertible Dodge Viper sped past the roadside, driven by a thick-lipped beauty wearing sunglasses and sporting two "large headlights."
However, Li Pu was in no mood to appreciate the "scenic view" at this time; he instinctively pulled little Broly and Koz behind him.
Although these two children could protect themselves, whenever danger appeared, a father would always instinctively want to protect his kids.
With a "Bang," the sound of a bullet hitting metal suddenly exploded, followed by the "creak-creak" sound of metal twisting and tearing.
Then, a hood twisted and torn by a bullet flew out and magnificently impaled itself into the roof of the Chevrolet driven by the "Freak Trio."
What had just happened was that the moving Dodge Viper suddenly screeched to a halt, and the beautiful driver pressed a button, instantly unlocking a tension spring.
The thickened hood suddenly popped up, blocking a sniper bullet fired from an unknown location.
However, the kinetic energy of the bullet was too great, directly tearing the hood's hinges and sending it flying.
The moment the gunshot rang out, Mr. X took out a magnificent, specially modified large handgun with a rail and scope from his briefcase.
At the same time, despite his somewhat comical short stature, he actually leaped three or four meters in a single bound, jumping behind a roadside flower bed.
"Oh! My baby! That son of a bitch Kross, he definitely did it on purpose!"
Seeing his beloved car destroyed, Mr. X couldn't help but let out a wail.
The Repairman and the Butcher weren't as fast as him; they quickly dropped to the ground, hiding by the front and rear wheels of the Chevrolet.
The beautiful woman driving the Aston Martin also got out of the car. It was unclear how she did it, but sporting two "majestic" headlights, she actually managed to crawl out from under the chassis.
Although the car was clearly modified with a much higher ground clearance than a typical sports car, the sight of her crawling quickly under the chassis was still shocking to onlookers.
"Daddy, why do these city people always love shooting at each other with guns?"
Held close by Li Pu while watching this "thrilling" scene, little Broly couldn't help but be curious.
Having been in New York City for a while now, the child felt that city people were truly strange—they clearly didn't need to hunt, yet they always loved going "pew, pew" with guns.
Before Li Pu could explain to little Broly that many people in the World weren't like this and that this was just an American tradition...
Little Koz suddenly spoke up: "No, it's different."
The child held Li Pu's hand, first glancing at two spots several blocks away, then looking at the three men and one woman lying on the ground around them.
"They seem to be very accurate shots, at least much more accurate than the bad guys Daddy stuffed into the car yesterday.
But the person who just fired that bullet should be stronger than these people near us.
He first fixed the gun in a room and then used a dripping bucket to make a simple timed firing device.
That person has his own purpose; he's creating fear, or rather, he's creating a bait."
Compared to little Broly's innate powerful combat strength as a Super Saiyan, little Koz's personal combat strength might not be as astonishing.
But this child was a Primarch from the Warhammer World.
Although every Primarch had their own areas of expertise, every single one of them was, without exception, a natural tactical and strategic Genius.
Like those top students who can give the final answer to a math paper with just a glance.
His words were a wake-up call.
Little Koz's blunt words were clearly heard by the beautiful woman who had just crawled out from under the car.
She hurriedly brought the walkie-talkie in her hand to her mouth.
"Gunsmith, don't look for Kross's position, put your gun away quickly..."
However, before she could finish, a "shatter" of glass breaking suddenly came from the walkie-talkie, followed by the sound of something falling to the floor.
"Shit!"
The Repairman lying on the ground cursed. This person might have an emotional regulation disorder, as he easily lost control when agitated.
Hearing the gunshot from the walkie-talkie, his face turned bright red, and the veins on his neck bulged out.
"Fox, Gunsmith is dead, isn't he? Kross killed another one of us! I'm going to crush that son of a beach with my fists!"
The beautiful woman was called "Fox," and she was actually with the "Freak Trio" from earlier.
"Retreat! Retreat through the sewers!"
Mr. X, hiding behind the flower bed, couldn't take the pressure anymore. As the leader, he directly issued the retreat order.
The Butcher, hiding behind the wheel hub, pulled a knife from somewhere on his person and was about to pry open the manhole cover next to him.
However, Fox immediately shouted to stop him.
"Don't move. Since Kross could set us up once, he could do it a second time. There might be traps in the sewers too."
She was smart, but unfortunately, her warning came a bit too late. The Butcher had already used his knife to pry an opening in the manhole cover.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three gunshots rang out from the manhole. It turned out that someone had indeed planted three Bullet mines under the manhole cover in advance.
The Butcher and the Repairman, who were closest to the manhole cover, were the unlucky ones to be hit first.
Those three Bullet mines all used full-power rifle cartridges, which are not very common nowadays; their power when hitting someone at close range was quite astonishing.
The psychotic Butcher's thick body didn't completely block the bullets.
Three bullets pierced through the gaps in his ribs, shredding his internal organs, and then exited from the other side, hitting the small frame of the Repairman next to him.
In the blink of an eye, the two men who had just been talking trash were instantly killed.