Chapter 36: Those Men (Part 2)

  Seeing all this, Zhou Jian was stunned, the horse turned its head in anger, but saw that the man was holding a bank card and said: "Miss, your bank card has fallen."

  This man was one of the four muscular bounty hunters who had pointed at Zhou Jian earlier, with a tattoo of a cross on his arm.

  The ocean horse frowned and looked at the bank card in that person's hand, saying with some disgust: "This isn't mine."

  "Oh, I was wrong." The man shrugged and walked away with the bank card, returning to the other three people. Then each of the three people laughed and punched him in the arm, and they all handed over a green US dollar bill.

  Zhou Jian suddenly understood what was going on. They were making a bet, the other three betting that the man wouldn't dare touch Linda's butt, while the man was determined to prove them wrong.

  If it were before entering the underground bank, Zhou Jian would likely take this opportunity to teach these four guys a lesson, not for the sake of Da Yang Ma, but because he didn't like these four people.

  But now, he's a bit schadenfreude, thinking it's quite entertaining to see the ocean horse getting punished, and you're still babbling on, got what was coming to you.

  Zhou Jian thought Linda would just let it go, after all Western women are open-minded, so what if they touched her, it's not like she lost any flesh, but unexpectedly, Linda actually walked directly towards those four people.

  What is this big ocean horse going to do? Those four people are tall and strong, they might be bounty hunters, she's not going to go fight them, is she?

  The four of them saw Da Yang Ma walking over and whistling again, "Beauty, are you coming to sleep with me?"

  The Ocean Horse walked up to the four people and suddenly raised its hand, "Slap!"

  A crisp slapping sound in the great hall was so loud that Zhou Jian was stunned for a moment, and even those customers who were waiting to be called and were almost asleep on their seats looked over in shock.

  The white man who was beaten also looked a bit stunned in public, his right cheek had already turned red, which made his fair skin look even more conspicuous.

  "Fuck!" The white man was enraged, raised his hand to slap him in the face, but unexpectedly, the big ocean horse dodged to one side and launched a sneak attack with a kick, forcing the white man to abandon his attack and retreat in time, barely avoiding this treacherous and vicious blow.

  At this time, several people standing next to the big white man also stood up, vaguely surrounding Linda. The black man muttered something, although he was speaking English, but with a noticeable accent, Zhou Jian didn't understand.

  The Ocean Horse let out a cold hum and hooked his finger at those four people, "One-on-one, dare you?"

  She said and turned her head to go upstairs, while the four of them exchanged a glance and laughed. This woman actually wanted to take them on alone, how interesting.

  Four people excitedly followed up to the second floor, and others seeing that there was a commotion, for a time business didn't seem important anymore, also followed over.

  The hall manager frowned after seeing all this. In this underground bank, the most troublesome thing was that such things happened. Bounty hunters were originally an organization that used violence to control violence, and many of its members had a hot temper, often resorting to physical fights at the slightest disagreement.

  The attitude towards this underground bank is that as long as both parties are willing and no malicious incidents involving robbery of money or treasure occur, and no lives are lost, they will not intervene. After all, the underground bank also belongs to the American Mafia organization known for its freedom and violence.

  But once a fight breaks out, although it may not lead to loss of life, injuries are common occurrences. When such disputes arise, they can be quite troublesome.

  The lobby manager reluctantly followed up to the second floor, where the so-called training room on the second floor was originally provided for those VIP bounty hunters to train. Because it was empty, it became the best place for bounty hunters to resolve disputes.

  The Great Ocean Horse and the four bounty hunters took their positions, the crowd gathered outside, excitedly discussing, a beautiful woman participating in the brutal fight was a rare thing.

  Zhou Jian didn't plan to intervene, but he was still resentful about the Ocean Horse questioning the history of Chinese civilization. Although he also acknowledged that many Chinese scholars were best at fabricating things out of thin air to attract attention, it was one thing for the Chinese people to question, but being questioned by a foreign devil was another matter altogether.

  The white man who had previously fondled the buttocks of a large horse walked to the center of the training ground with a lewd smile, casually taking off his shirt and revealing his bulging muscles. This was not enough, as he then struck several poses to show off his physique, causing the surrounding Western women to let out a collective gasp of surprise.

  The big man struck a pose for about half a minute, then beckoned Linda with his finger.

  Linda took off her own duck tongue cap, stroked it twice with her hand, and suddenly swung her hand to throw it at the white big man. The white big man instinctively blocked it with his hand. At this moment, Linda's beautiful long legs burst out with an astonishing speed, and in the blink of an eye, she rushed to the front of the white big man, a high kick directly kicked on the face of the white big man!

  "Bang!" This kick was quite ruthless, the white big man was kicked dizzy and confused. Linda took advantage of the victory to counterattack, raised her knee and hit the white big man's abdomen, this collision was absolutely solid, the white big man covered his stomach and screamed, his body arched like a shrimp.

  Linda seized the opportunity to grab the arm of the big white man, and then a back slam, the big white man weighing at least 100 kilograms was lifted into the air by her and heavily fell to the ground.

  A string of actions left people breathless, and the surrounding audience gasped in shock. Zhou Jian was also stunned, unable to see how this big foreigner could be so fierce, but of course that was only relative to women. In fact, the white man was just a useless pretty boy, his muscles were built from bodybuilding, he didn't know how to fight at all, otherwise he wouldn't have reacted so poorly. He probably wasn't a bounty hunter, but rather an ordinary member of the American mafia.

  Linda stretched out her index finger at the white big man who was groaning on the ground, and then shook it elegantly, meaning: you, no.

  The companions of the man in white clothes all looked unwell, and the black man's face seemed to have turned even darker. He pushed through the crowd and walked up, took off his hat, revealing his bowl-like haircut, and muttered a string of words.

  This time Zhou Jian understood, he wanted to fight with Linda and bet on winning or losing.

  Linda said: "What did you say we bet on?"

  The man in black pulled out a stack of US dollars from his wallet, which was at least three to four thousand thick. He waved the dollars at Linda and muttered something again.

  "What did he say?" Zhou Jian asked an American beside him.

  The American laughed and said: "He says that if the beauty wins, the money is hers, but if he wins, she has to spend a night with him. Haha, this is getting interesting."

  Linda's face was uncertain, and she didn't seem to have much confidence in herself either. However, she eventually couldn't swallow her pride and said: "Alright, let's bet! If I win, I don't want any money; instead, I want you all to crawl around the Bounty Hunter Bank three times."

  "Alright." The black man replied directly, apparently having full confidence in his own strength.

  Zhou Jian rubbed his chin, feeling that this matter was not so easy to resolve after all. He could sense that the black man was not a good guy, and he might not be an American but a real bounty hunter from some country in the world, such as Africa or Brazil's jungle hunters. In that case, Da Yang Ma would probably lose.

  Linda also felt that the atmosphere was not right, and that black man was too confident, as if defeating her was a trivial matter. At this time, she had no choice but to take the initiative and strike first.