Chapter 1553 Buy Your Dog (2/2)

Li Du wanted to take the high road — they were just immature kids who knew no better, after all. He waved them off. ”My bodyguard's here, so you'd better leave.”

The teenagers prickled with shame at this, and one of them laughed and said, ”You're quite the comedian. Bodyguard?! Haha, you think we're just a bunch of country bumpkins who don't know anything?”

”That's right, so what if you have a bodyguard? You're still just two people. One word from me and twenty people will come running, you know? Hand over the dog or we'll take more than just that,” said the teen from the back of the bike.

Li Du laughed and replied, ”Then call for those twenty people.”

He glanced at Brother Wolf, who took out his walkie-talkie. He reported their coordinates, requesting the group to come over.

The teen did not speak English, but he knew something was up. He smacked the head of the bike and hollered, ”Hey, you trying to pick a fight with us? You're gonna regret this!”

Brother Wolf was not too pleased with the boy's attitude. He turned to speak to the boy, punctuating his words with a jab to his chest. ”Keep. Your. Mouth. Shut. If. You. Don't. Have. Anything. Nice. To. Say.”

The teenager was thoroughly humiliated and retaliated by hitting Brother Wolf on the arm. ”Son of a b*tch, you think you're all that just because you speak English? So what if you're white—”

Li Du could not take it anymore. ”Deal with him.”

At his command, Brother Wolf moved immediately. He pulled the teen up by his shoulders and dragged him like a sack of potatoes down from the motorcycle, all in the blink of an eye. He flipped the boy over his shoulder. The teen screamed in agony. He scrambled up desperately and shouted, ”Call Boss Soe Win! These white f*ckers!”

At this time, the Markelov brothers ran over with Firecracker and Vampire. The rest of the group slowly followed, and just the sight of ten tall, hulking men coming over from either side of the mountain path was enough to shock the teens. However, when Godzilla finally appeared, his overwhelming stature frightened them. They turned to Li Du and stuttered, their words tripping over each other and coming out in bits and pieces, ”W-w-what do you want? We-Don't try to m-mess with us, or y-you'll regret it!”

Li Du pointed at one of the teens, whose hair was dyed blonde. ”Where are you from?”

The blonde was not as arrogant as he had been before. He gulped before saying, ”I'm from here. W-where are you from? Don't mess with us locals—”

Young Markelov drew out a sharp dagger. He tossed it up and when it fell, he grabbed it by the handle and flung it viciously. The blade flew with a clean swooshed and was lodged completely in the fuel tank of the bike. The blood from the teenagers' faces drained completely at this — it was their first time seeing a blade so sharp it could cut iron like butter.

”Answer my boss's questions, or else,” Young Markelov chuckled darkly, like a predator leering at its prey. ”Oh, and another thing. We're all mercenaries and we've fought both government and guerrilla troops here, so I don't know why you think we'd regret messing with you!”

The blonde was completely dejected and his knees were shaking so badly he was almost kneeling. Tears were streaming down his face as he said, ”Alright, alright. Ask us anything, anything at all. We'll tell you everything we know.”

Li Du asked, ”Why did you ride your bikes up the mountain?”

The blonde opened his mouth to speak but the teen in the backseat stopped him immediately. ”You can't tell him! We're not allowed to tell anyone, or the boss will have us killed!”