Chapter 316 Bring It On! (1/2)

Chapter 316: Bring It On!

Translator: Nyoi-Bo StudioEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

The dark cannon muzzle was pointed toward the sky at an oblique angle. The black, thick, stout barrel glimmered under the sunlight. At this moment, it did not have the humbleness of its short and stubby exterior but looked brutal and fierce.

When Li Du shouted ”grab your weapons,” Godzilla didn’t think much and just pushed the trench mortar out from the storage unit!

Big Quinn did not think much either; he ran out with the bayonet still in his hand.

The blade of the bayonet reflected the rays of the sun: white, cold, dazzling!

The group of eager Eastern European young men opposite Li Du was dumbfounded. A small number of them were pulling out baseball bats and metal pipes from the van; they were all blown away by the sight of the cannon.

The brawny leader of the group, who had a cigarette clamped between his teeth, looked confused as well. The cannon muzzle was pointing right in his direction—he was nearest to the artillery as well. He could tell with one glance that this was a real cannon, not a toy!

A young man shouted from the group of ruffians, ”Oh my God! Are they going to start a war?”

The cannon brought more shock than fear to the group. They were not stupid. They knew that no one would actually use the cannon in a fight.

And from the look of the appearance of the cannon, they could tell that this was a relic: it could not be used for combat anymore.

However, the shock of seeing the cannon was so great that the whole group of thugs was stunned. They had been in fights when people took out guns, but this was the first time someone had actually taken out a cannon!

The brawny leader was shocked too; when he saw the cannon, he felt that he was not in America, but in a Soviet Union era Crimean barrack.

When they recovered the shock from the cannon, Big Quinn, with his jagged bayonet, brought them a second shock.

This group of young men were a bunch of ruthless people who had seen blood and fire. They had grown up by participating in street brawls. Ever since they had come to the United States, they had been waving metal pipes, fighting for turfs with knives, and boasting that they were villains.

But after seeing Big Quinn, they felt that their images were simply not worthy of the title ”villain.” They should be called hooligans.

The real villain was like the man in front of them: burly, muscular, a ferocious-looking face, brutal eyes...

The originally heated atmosphere cooled down somewhat; the young men who had been eager to fight became silent.

They looked at the cannon and the four men who were facing them, especially the fierce-looking big guy, with blank expressions.

Although there were only four people against around 15 people, Li Du felt that he had the upper hand.

While the group of hoodlums stood hesitant to start the brawl, he took out the crossbow from the trunk of Hellcat, and loaded it with steel balls. He walked back wearing a dark, gloomy face and declared, ”Bring it on!”

The brawny man took a deep breath—he wanted to start the brawl too. The cannon opposite him could only frighten people—he was not afraid about the weapon. That the vicious-looking black man was the only one he was truly worried about, after all...

Thinking of this, the brawny man was somewhat frustrated because he had to admit that he was a little fearful of the black guy across from him.

Big Quinn and the serrated bayonet were quite the pair: both had a frightening air around them that forced one to feel despair.

The usually quiet Big Quinn already had an overbearing, intimidating aura. If he were angry, that aura itself could be a murderous weapon.

No matter what, it was definitely daunting to face him!

Li Du grinned to himself seeing the group of thugs before him not making any moves. The advantages of recruiting Big Quinn surfaced in such situations.