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The ten black SUVs blocking the road sat there in silence, engines off. No one inside seemed inclined to get out.
Li Bai sat in the driver's seat of the motorhome, unmoving and silent as he watched the unfriendly-looking SUVs ahead.
The atmosphere grew increasingly tense, as if some invisible contest were being waged back and forth.
Whoever moved first would lose!
Rrrip!~
Li Bai tore open a bag of chips. Damn it, they could all wait each other out!
He was in a motorhome, with food and drink, a shower, a bed, and a toilet. He could stay inside for ten days or half a month without a problem.
When it came to this kind of invisible standoff, Li Bai had all the confidence in the world.
After waiting around for a while, he finished the bag of chips. The people blocking the road finally seemed to realize that this wasn't fair.
There was no point in getting into a battle of endurance with a motorhome.
One of the SUVs started up and reversed until it reached the front of the motorhome. A broad-shouldered white man climbed out, accompanied by a voluptuous blonde Persian cat.
Who knew what was going through their minds? So many Big Shots liked to bring blonde beauties along. Perhaps they thought those women were a little dim. Maybe Hollywood movies had given them the impression that blondes were dumb, just like how Black sidekicks always died.
"Hey! My brother, I'm here to see you!"
The white Big Shot with the gorgeous woman waved enthusiastically at Li Bai. The moment he opened his mouth, a thick Russian accent came pouring out.
That rolling, trilling accent was impossible to shake, no matter what language he spoke. Russian-accented Chinese, Russian-accented English, Russian-accented French—they all turned into