Invasion of the United States

A blood-red lump swelled on Mills' forehead, the veins beneath his skin pulsating as if ready to burst at any moment.

Even a light touch made him grimace in pain.

He asked the bartender for some ice, wrapped it in a handkerchief and pressed it against his forehead. The cold sensation slightly alleviated the scorching pain, but his fury only grew stronger.

"Damn yellow-skinned monkey, if you don't cough up twenty million... no, thirty million US Dollars today, I'll skin you alive!"

Before getting out of the car, Mills saw the figure he loathed with a burning hatred—the guy who had beaten him was standing at the street corner.

And his mixed-race, long-legged daughter was affectionately clinging to the guy's arm, stuck together like lovebirds.

Mills was absolutely confident about his daughter's figure.

Long legs and curvaceous body; standing on the street casually could attract countless lustful gazes.

He had calculated numerous times how to sell her for a good price, but Hari treated him like a thief, refusing to be manipulated by him.

"You slut, I thought you were going to imitate Holy Mother Mary and stay chaste for life. Turns out you found a man to throw yourself at." This copy was generated from content at MV|LEMPYR.

Throwing herself willingly, throwing herself perfectly.

When the video of the 'President of Holy Light' revealing his identity spread online, Mills knew Hari had hooked a big fish. He couldn't wait to call Hari and her grandmother, seeking a share.

But unexpectedly, the 'Governor Hunt' case happened that night, plunging the whole Orlando into chaos, with a city-wide curfew.

No problem, Mills, who had his own information sources, quickly learned more details and even traced all the way to the bar where Old Juan arranged for a pickup...

However, just as he triumphantly demanded money, Zhou Qingfeng grabbed his hair and slammed his head brutally onto the hardwood table.

With a loud 'bang', his head felt like being hammered, his vision blacked out, and he fainted on the spot.

When he regained consciousness, Zhou Qingfeng and Hari were already gone, leaving him alone slumped on the bar floor with a swollen lump on his forehead.

Surrounded by mocking gazes of the drinkers.

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"You little punk, do you think I'm joking with you?" Mills growled through gritted teeth upon seeing Zhou Qingfeng again.

"I'm telling you, I have companions with me. How dare you smash my head? You'll regret it now, kneel down and beg me!"

Seven or eight street thugs followed Mills, wielding iron rods and baseball bats, wearing fierce expressions, ready to pounce like a pack of hungry wolves.

Mills swung a chain as he walked in front, his silhouette elongated against the car lights like a towering mountain.

As they approached Zhou Qingfeng and Hari, a low rumbling sound suddenly came from the distance. Then, an intense bright light tore through the darkness, shining straight at them.

It was a giant heavy truck, its headlights like two blazing suns, exposing Mills' crew without hiding places.

The truck slowly stopped, its door opened, and a burly Mexican man jumped down—it was Cervantes, who had previously rammed the military vehicle with the heavy truck.

He squinted, scanning Mills and his men, then blew a sharp whistle with his fingers.

The rear cargo door opened, and over a dozen armed Mexican guards jumped down, quickly surging forward.

Old Juan stepped down from the passenger seat. He looked at Zhou Qingfeng first and asked respectfully, "Boss, is there any problem?"

Zhou Qingfeng shook his head indifferently, his gaze coldly sweeping towards Mills.

Mills stared for several seconds, his chain stopped swinging, fell to the ground with a clear clatter.

His fierce expression turned into panic, and cold sweat began to bead on his forehead.

Under the truck headlights' strong light, the dozen Mexican guards seemed like menacing figures emerging from the darkness, all of them armed.

The street thugs immediately went silent, hiding their iron rods and bats behind their backs, pretending nonchalantly, looking around as if they were just out for a midnight stroll.

They cursed Mills a hundred times—how was the guy opposite a lonely, easy-to-bully Asian weakling? He was clearly a ferocious tiger or wolf.

"Uncle Juan!" Mills suddenly shouted, forcing a smile, "I'm your nephew! It's great to see you here!"

Old Juan frowned, his gaze falling on the chain in Mills' hand, then scanning the thugs behind him holding bats. He asked coldly, "Mills, what are you up to?"

Mills quickly waved his hand, smiling obsequiously, "This community isn't safe at night, so I brought a chain for self-defense. It's reasonable.

Look, this chain is long and heavy, easy to carry, handy to use, perfect for fighting.

These friends of mine... followed me out to the bar at night. They fear the dark too, so they brought some bats and other self-defense weapons.

I really don't mean anything else... I just happened to see Hari and her friend chatting, so I came over to say hello.

Haven't seen my daughter for several months, I've missed her dearly, after all, she's my own flesh and blood. She's grown so pretty; surely men are hitting on her.

Seeing her with a boy, I couldn't help but worry if she'd be taken advantage of for nothing, hoping she wouldn't meet a scumbag like her mother did.

So I came over to show the fatherly authority, scare him a bit, to test his sincerity towards Hari.