CHAPTER 360: CHAPTER 347 TROUBLE COMES_2

Mountain Eagle looked at Chakdi, who seemed unsure of what to do, and said with a smile, "You handle yourself well, don’t just stand there, go help, handcuff these guys.

This is part of your job now!"

After speaking, Mountain Eagle waved at a red-armed band wearing a familiar face, shouting, "Let the tourists continue to queue up for boarding, don’t block the way here."

Maybe due to the island people’s natural admiration for those who dare to resist Europeans and Americans, a young island red-band bowed with a ’click’, his face full of admiration as he exclaimed, "Understood," then he started to politely disperse the onlookers...

Then someone took the lead and shouted, "Well done," surprisingly, the crowd burst into applause...

Seeing this, Mountain Eagle turned toward the handcuffed blonde youth and said with a smile, "It seems you are not very popular?"

After that, Mountain Eagle put away his pistol, turned towards the tourists, clasped his hands together in a gesture of thanks, and then took the lead and walked into the courtyard...

Watching Marta who seemed a bit dazed, Mountain Eagle pinched her chin, glanced at her swollen cheek, and said solemnly, "Remember who hit you?"

Marta subconsciously nodded, then looked down, somewhat aggrieved, and said, "It wasn’t me who started the trouble. It was that guy who used asking for directions as an excuse to pester me. I was annoyed and wanted to get rid of him, and then he..."

Mountain Eagle nodded slightly, patted Marta gently on the back, and said, "Don’t worry, it’s not your fault. Go wash your face, then change your clothes and come out.

We need to let them know who they hit and who hit them."

Marta glanced at the blonde youth that was brought in, met his spiteful eyes with a bold glare, then turned around and strode into the office...

A heavy iron door on the right side of the office’s lobby bar was opened, behind it were three temporary holding cells each four meters squared, usually used to sober up intoxicated tourists.

Apart from two girls handcuffed in the outside hall, the blonde youth, along with 12 bodyguards, were taken into the holding cells and made to kneel in a line.

Mountain Eagle took a stack of evidence bags, having each person remove their miscellaneous items...

Rings, necklaces, watches, wallets, belts, socks...

After conscientiously processing, he locked all the bodyguards inside two small compartments.

The blonde youth knelt in front of the last holding cell’s door, glaring fiercely at Mountain Eagle, and said, "You will regret this..."

Mountain Eagle having cleaned out all the items from the blonde youth and packed them into an evidence bag, placed his cell phone by the side of the blonde youth, and said, "You wait for me to review the case, then you can call whoever you think can make me regret.

Honestly, I didn’t expect a German to be so arrogant and overbearing; I’d really like to know who gave you such confidence?

May I know your name?"

The blonde youth, keeping his head high and staring into Mountain Eagle’s eyes, viciously said, "Philip Royce, remember this name, I’ll make you pay for your foolish actions."

Mountain Eagle found this guy’s foolish audacity a bit curious, wondering what kind of environment could breed such an idiot?

Sam, who had been leisurely watching the spectacle all along, suddenly spoke up, "Look at the tattoo on his chest, this guy is a Nazi, such people always have gang backgrounds and are messed up in the head."

Mountain Eagle grabbed the shirt on the blonde youth, saw the Nazi Eagle Badge and swastika tattooed across his chest, and with a furrowed brow said, "Didn’t Germany legislate against the display of such things?"

Sam shook his head and said, "There are idiots who strive to be different everywhere, you need to be a bit more cautious. Someone bold enough to flaunt a Nazi Eagle Badge in public likely has some backing."

Listening to this, Mountain Eagle said with a laugh, "What do I have to fear when I have you guys?

This place holds vital data related to the national security of the United States; you are the guardians. If anyone dares make trouble here, just take them down.

Germany doesn’t even have full sovereignty; they probably can’t even stand straight when they see you, why would I be afraid?"

Sam listened and shook his head saying, "My duty doesn’t include trouble..."

Mount Eagle looked displeased and said, "It seems the safe is too secure; you guys have it too easy. I’ll lock the laptop in the bar’s cabinet later.

The important assets of the United States are in peril, maybe that’ll give you a bit more sense of responsibility."

When Philip Royce heard the conversation between Mountain Eagle and Sam, he spat on Mountain Eagle, mockingly saying, "Do you think relying on two Americans can assure your safety?"

Then Philip straightened up, loudly said, "I have my rights, I want to make a call..."

Philip shouted out loud when Marta, who had changed her clothes, burst into the detention room and slapped the guy across the face.

There was a crisp "smack" sound...

Philip looked at Marta in disbelief. A few seconds later, he bared his bloodied white teeth and hissed, "You bitch..."

Marta, furious, wanted to hit him again, but was restrained by Mountain Eagle...

"Doesn’t it hurt your own hand?"

Saying so, Mountain Eagle picked up a worn leather shoe that someone had discarded and handed it to Marta...

"Use this..."

"Stop..."

As Marta swung the shoe, hitting Philip’s face with the sole, the broad-faced bodyguard, holding the bars of the detention room, shook them vigorously while shouting loudly, "Stop, Mr. Royce is a distinguished guest who was invited to Kamui for business negotiations; you can’t treat him like this!"

Hearing this, Marta hesitated and looked at Mountain Eagle...

Mountain Eagle did not want Marta to face too much pressure, he slightly shook his head and said, "To seek revenge, you need to put in more effort..."

As he spoke, Mountain Eagle swung his cane, striking hard on Philip’s arm...

The cane made of rattan produced a sharp swooshing sound, delivering devastating damage with its sweeping arc...

Philip’s arm split open and instantly swelled up with a visible diamond-shaped purple bruise amidst his screams.

Looking at the stunned broad-faced bodyguard, Mountain Eagle smiled at him, then swung the cane again with a forceful strike on Philip’s back amidst the bodyguard’s horrified expression...

"Ah..."

Philip let out a sharp, short scream, then rolled his eyes and fainted.

Mountain Eagle motioned for Luo Yang to come over, locked Philip in the last detention room, then picked up Philip’s phone and handed it to the broad-faced bodyguard, chuckling, "Make a call quick, I’m curious to know who will come to save him?"

Then Mountain Eagle said to Luo Yang, "Go continue serving at the beach, and turn off all the air conditioning in the office before you leave.

I want to see what big shot can fish them out before they roast in there?"

Mountain Eagle led everyone out of the detention room, locked the door, then slapped the keys into Sam’s hands...

"You can avoid trouble, or you can prove to me that you might be a friend..."

Saying so, Mountain Eagle glanced at Chakdi and said with a smile, "Let’s go, we agreed to take a trip out at sea...

I have obsessive-compulsive disorder; I don’t change my plans unless absolutely necessary."

Sam watched as Daria and Yuliy got up from beside the two tearful sisters, then followed Mountain Eagle out of the office...

Sam and Rondo exchanged looks, then Sam sighed deeply and said, "Notify Michael and Clyde to bring a team of trainees here and have them bring our gear.

This Yue Shan sure knows how to stir up trouble..."

Rondo actually quite liked the current situation, chuckling, "Then you can refuse..."

With a heavy rub of his face, Sam glanced at the tightly closed door of the detention room and said, "I fucking wish I could, but if we’re not his friends, our days here will be tough.

FUCK, we shouldn’t have just watched the show; that guy is incredibly petty..."

.......

Just as Mountain Eagle boarded the speedboat to go out to sea, in the distance, a middle-aged white man lying on a beach chair put down his compact monocular and dialed a number on his phone...

"Our plan succeeded, that idiot Philip Royce has been locked up...

Once they hit a few snags, give Old Royce a call; he should currently be willing to cooperate with us to capture Anna."