Chapter 652 - Really Knows How to Fly (1/2)

Xiao Luo couldn’t help laughing when he heard what Scott had to say. “If you know about the things I’ve done in Ri nation and Libya, then what makes you so sure I fell into your trap here?” he responded.

“Were you not?”

Scott laughed wryly and scoffed, “Let me tell you this, the Michelle family has always been friendly towards Hua Nation. But you’re not in the same category—you’re a target. One that the president himself has specifically ordered us to eliminate. You made a big mistake coming here, and I’d encourage you to just kill yourself now. If you end up in prison, looking at that soft skin and handsome look of yours, those crazy, burly men in there will treat you like a girl, haha, haha…”

Sarah stared at Scott. She couldn’t believe that it was her brother talking. Since when had her brother become so vulgar and capable of saying such vile things? He had not stopped spewing such filth since he walked in. Was her brother so obsessed with capturing Mr. Mie that he had lost his mind now that Xiao Han was trapped?

CRASH!

Like a clap of thunder, a plate broke over Scott’s head, sending ceramic fragments flying in all directions, along with the uneaten steak and spaghetti. The floor was strewn with food and broken pieces of the plate. It stunned Sarah Michelle, who shook in silence. Xiao Luo grabbed a clean napkin and wiped the grease off his hands.

“Scott, are you awake now?”

Xiao Luo said with a smile on his face, “If you continue this bullsh*t, then I’ll be happy to reward you with another plate. What do you think about that?”

He threw the crumpled, grease-stained napkin onto the table.

Sarah was still in shock and had her mouth wide open. Although she already knew what Xiao Luo was capable of, she had not expected this. Here he was, surrounded by FBI and police, yet he still had the audacity to smash a plate over the head of the person in charge of the operation. Did he have a death wish?

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

As one would expect, as soon as the FBI agents saw what Xiao Luo had done, they instantly trained their guns on him. Twenty to thirty muzzles were now pointing in his direction, and an air of foreboding filled the restaurant.

However, Scott was unperturbed. He wiped off the broken porcelain pieces and spaghetti from his head with his hand and glared at Xiao Luo with furious eyes. “You damn brat! I’ll hand it to you—at least you have guts! But the way I see it, you’re a fool because now, you have successfully p*ssed me off!” he scowled.

Just as he finished his sentence, Xiao Luo immediately struck like a waiting viper. Holding his steak knife, Xiao Luo got behind Scott in a flash and held it against his neck. Due to the internal force used, even a light touch from the blade cut into Scott’s skin as Xiao Luo pressed the edge across his throat. Fresh blood started oozing from the wound.

Xiao Luo emanated an ominous aura as he kept Scott in front of him as a human shield.

Now that Xiao Luo turned the tables on them, the FBI agents were suddenly unsure what to do, and they wavered. Sarah Michelle was so frightened that she let out a scream. Everything happened so quickly. Xiao Luo’s movements were as fast as lightning, and no one had the time to react to it.

“So, what if I made you angry?”

Xiao Luo mocked as he looked at Scott. “Do you think the bullets of your men or the knife in my hand will be faster? Do you want to reconsider what you said and get your men to retreat instead?” he taunted.

Scott didn’t appear angry or surprised. On the contrary, there was a glint of admiration in his eyes.

He raised his hand and gave his order, “All of you, back off!”

“Captain…”

“Hell, what are you dumb sh*ts still doing here? Do you want me to die? Can’t you see that this guy’s speed? His knife will slice through my throat before you can do anything! Damn it, I’m talking to you, Sartre! I know you’ve been eyeing my spot for a long time. If I die, then everything will go according to your wishes, ain’t I right?”

Scott shouted at the vice-captain, who looked lost and confused. The way Scott spoke caused a stir, and it made Sartre panic. He turned around, shaken, as he retreated along with the rest of his team.

But the encirclement was still in place, and the police and FBI agents outside were keeping a close watch on the restaurant. Several snipers had taken the high ground and had their sights locked onto Xiao Luo.