"Bitch, you got my clothes dirty."
"You monkeys run wild all over the world. Why don't you just stay in your own country?"
"Yeah, we Black people fucking discriminate against you monkeys. What are you gonna do about it?"
"Take your goddamn dog and get the fuck out of my country."
In the restaurant's front dining area, several tall Black men were surrounding a Chinese mother and her son, hurling all sorts of abuse. One of them even grabbed a handful of fries from the table and threw them at the pair.
The mother's face was filled with terror. She held her son tightly in her arms, her body trembling slightly.
Even so, the burly Black men showed no signs of stopping. On the contrary, they grew even more arrogant, freely spewing vile insults.
Most of the surrounding diners just stood by, whispering among themselves. Some were recording with their phones, while others discussed it in low voices. But no one stepped forward to help.
The so-called principle of "minding one's own business" was even more apparent abroad.
They would rather protest for a dog or a cat than get involved in someone else's business, especially a stranger's.
Prince, however, was very brave. He stood in front of the mother and son, barking fiercely at the men.
The mother and son seemed utterly helpless amidst the chaos, their eyes filled with fear. The little boy clung to his mother, his face pale with fright.
Seeing this, the men's arrogance swelled.
They had initially approached the woman because she was beautiful, and their advances being rejected had turned them furious with humiliation.
'If this were Anchorage, would it even be this much trouble?'
'No need at all. We'd just drag her into a car.'
One of them, a burly Black man nearly two meters tall, felt that just cursing wasn't enough to vent his anger. Laughing and joking with his companions in slang, and egged on by them, he brazenly reached for the woman's chest.
Just as his hand was about to make contact...
A dining table flew out like an arrow loosed from a bow.
With a loud BANG, the table smashed heavily into the man. The immense impact caught him completely off guard, instantly knocking him to the ground where he let out a pained howl.
The dining area erupted in an uproar.
Feng Mountain appeared in everyone's line of sight, his expression cold and detached.
'Ever since I got out of prison, I've tried not to cause trouble. I'd tolerate what I can, and walk away from what I can't. But some pieces of shit just won't let me be, can't stand to see me doing well.'
"Mister, they were bullying my mom, and they threw fries at me!" Seeing his savior, the little boy broke free from his mother's embrace, hugged Feng Mountain's leg, and cried out his complaint.
WOOF WOOF WOOF!
Prince ran over to complain as well.
The coldness on Feng Mountain's face melted into warmth. He patted the little boy's head comfortingly. "I saw, kiddo. I'll teach them a lesson for you."
The burly Black man who had been knocked down by the table was helped up by his friends, grimacing in pain. He saw that it was Feng Mountain who had thrown the table.
Hearing Feng Mountain speak Chinese, his anger flared. He let out a great roar, pushed his friends aside, and charged forward with his arms spread wide like a chimpanzee in heat.
"You damn monkey, I'm going to kill you!"
Tsk!
A sneer touched Feng Mountain's lips. 'This is all he's got, and he dares to cause trouble? When I was fighting, you were still just a tadpole.'
He took a step forward, swung his right fist, and landed a precise punch on the burly man's chin.
In the past, this punch might have only knocked the man back. But Feng Mountain had absorbed the Soul Power of a grouse, a salmon, a Thunderbird, a brown bear, a reindeer, and just now, an Emperor Crab. His physical condition might not have reached the peak of a professional boxer, but it wasn't far off.
The punch sent the burly man flying, tracing an arc through the air along with more than ten bloody teeth, before he crashed heavily into his companions.
Whoa!
The gawking diners let out a collective gasp, their gazes filled with a hint of awe and excitement.
That man had to weigh at least 200 pounds, yet he was sent flying by a single punch. One could only imagine the force behind that blow.
Chinese kung fu!
"Fuck, Rivers, you need to fucking lose some weight!"
"Your teeth flew out!"
"Damn monkey, you wanna die? You dare to mess with someone from the Anchorage Wolf Gang?"
The other men scrambled in a panic. Some went to check on their beaten friend, while others shouted stern warnings, but no one dared to step forward and confront Feng Mountain.
Rivers wasn't just the Wolf Gang's top enforcer; he was also a fighter in the gang's underground boxing ring, nicknamed "The Bone-Breaker." And now he had just been taken out with a single punch.
Feng Mountain snorted coldly and walked toward the men step by step, each footfall radiating an immense, oppressive aura.
"Kneel and apologize!"
'Apologize?'
The men were stunned for a moment before it registered, their eyes blazing with fury.
'When has the Wolf Gang ever apologized?'
Immediately, one of the men flipped open his jacket and reached for his waistband.
In the United States, when a dispute breaks out, you must always be wary of the other party reaching into a bag or pocket. These are extremely threatening movements.
Because when someone reaches into their pocket, they might pull out a pack of cigarettes, or they might pull out a gun.
The next moment!
With a twitch of his shoulder, Feng Mountain's fur coat sprang open, and a dark red, old-fashioned rifle appeared in his hands.
The black muzzle was shoved directly into the face of the man who was about to draw his gun, so close he could smell the gunpowder.
Seeing a gun drawn, the surrounding onlookers perked up, and one after another, they all pulled out handguns from their clothes.
In an instant, every man in the restaurant was holding a handgun, and even some of the women were holding small pistols.
Truly, the Free United States of America.
The men were instantly dumbfounded. They immediately raised their hands, signaling their surrender.
'A rifle that long, and you were carrying it on you? Are you serious?'
"Whoa, man, man, take it easy!!"
"Calm down, calm down, we can talk about this."
"Black and yellow are brothers! I love Mao!"
'Pathetic bootlickers.'
Feng Mountain, holding the Kar98k, swept the barrel across each man's face. He then took half a step forward, reversed his grip on the stock, and once again swung it into the face of the man whose jaw he had already deformed with his fist.
CRACK!
The few remaining teeth in the man's mouth were all knocked out. He would probably need dentures in the future.
"Oh, man, don't do this."
"Fuck, we already surrendered."
Feng Mountain shoved the rifle forward again to silence them and said, word by word, "Take out your guns, throw them on the ground, kneel, and apologize."
Just then.
A restaurant employee finally stepped forward, not to stop the Black men, but to confront Feng Mountain.
"Put the gun down! I've already called the police! This is Fairbanks, not the Brooks Range! This isn't your personal hunting ground!"
"Feng, I'm here!" Frank said, pushing through the crowd with Winnie.
Hearing the employee's words, Winnie directly grabbed him by the collar and shoved him hard to the ground. "Lynn, you're fired. The Pump House doesn't employ racists."
Stepping into the chaotic dining area, Frank saw the scene and immediately understood that things had escalated.
As a competent lawyer, he knew he shouldn't get directly involved right now. Instead, he should be gathering evidence from the scene and looking for proof that would benefit Feng Mountain. He took out his phone and started recording.
Winnie was enough to handle the confrontation.
Winnie walked between the two groups with the air of a mob boss. She deliberately ignored the handguns on the floor, kicking them lightly aside with her foot, and looked at Feng Mountain. "Hey, man, put the gun down. Let's sit down, have a couple of drinks, and talk this out."
"Kneel. Apologize," Feng Mountain repeated his earlier words, his expression cold, his finger slowly squeezing the trigger.
Seeing this, the men knew they had run into a brick wall this time.
They hastily knelt on the ground and began apologizing to the mother and son.
"I'm sorry, ma'am. I shouldn't have done that."
"For God's sake, please forgive us."
"I apologize for my actions."
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