Invasion of the United States

Zhou Qingfeng grabbed the 'Mustache Man's' hair, pulled it tight and smashed his head onto the hardwood table with a loud bang. The impact knocked him out cold, his body falling over and sliding to the ground.

Hari, seeing her father being handled, was initially shocked. But seeing him just unconscious, she breathed a sigh of relief and said indifferently:

"Let's go, ignore him. My father is very selfish, never had any companions, just trying to scare us. Old Juan's men will call us."

Zhou Qingfeng also felt bored and got up to leave the bar.

But Hari judged wrong this time. Not long after they left, 'Mustache Man's' phone rang...

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The night in the small town was as dark as ink, with sparse starlight. The shadows of two young people leaning against each other moved slowly along the road, wandering near the bar.

Hari, head down, was recounting her life story—a little girl who depended on her grandmother after her family fell apart.

Zhou Qingfeng listened quietly, occasionally tightening his hand around the girl beside him, showing some pity. They walked shoulder to shoulder, their footsteps especially clear in the silent night.

After walking about two or three hundred meters, a blinding light suddenly appeared behind them, accompanied by the roaring sound of a motorcycle engine.

A Harley motorcycle sped from the direction of the bar, its headlights piercing the quiet night. The rider was the same 'knight' Zhou Qingfeng had smashed with his head earlier.

He charged aggressively, the motorcycle light shining directly on the seemingly lonely 'young couple' by the roadside.

After stopping, he suddenly pulled out a baseball bat from the motorcycle's storage compartment and pointed at Zhou Qingfeng, swearing:

"Bastard, do you know who I am? How dare you smash my head onto a table? I'm going to teach you a lesson now!" This content originates from M1VLEMPYR, My Virtual Library Empire.

Zhou Qingfeng pulled Hari behind him to avoid the glaring motorcycle light. His voice was calm and low, "I'm not in a particularly bad mood right now. You have half a minute to disappear from my sight."

"Disappear? I'll beat you until you're begging on your knees!" 'Harley Knight' swung the baseball bat aggressively, closing in, ready to strike Zhou Qingfeng's head.

But in just that moment, the sound of engines could be heard again from the direction of the bar. Several thicker, larger, and brighter beams of light swept across, illuminating the entire road like daylight.

'Harley Knight' was blinded by the sudden strong light, hurriedly turned around, but could only see a dazzling white light.

"Damn it, what's happening? Who did you provoke?" The 'knight' suddenly panicked, the baseball bat clanging to the ground.

He frantically ran back to his motorcycle, started the engine, still cursing, "Kid, someone more ruthless is definitely here to deal with you. You're doomed!"

Before he finished speaking, the Harley motorcycle roared off, disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye, leaving only a trail of exhaust and the fading sound of the engine.

Zhou Qingfeng stood in place, covering his nose, expressing displeasure towards the exhaust left by the motorcycle.

Hari peeked out from behind him, asking softly, "Should we… avoid this?"

"It's too late, and unnecessary." Zhou Qingfeng raised his hand to shield the light, recognizing three cars coming, stopping steadily, and seven or eight ferocious guys getting out.

Hari's rotten father was among them, with a swollen bump on his forehead, holding an ice pack against it, pointing at his daughter and cursing:

"You bitch, I'm your father, raised you for over ten years, just asking for some support money. This kid hit me, and you're still with him?"