The Godly Rich System: Becoming the richest person is just a matter of minutes.

Chapter 224 1 is on the verge of breaking out

Department Two received a signal and instantly tensed up.

Like a cheetah poised to pounce, she nimbly flashed to Song Qianyi's side, her right hand quietly sliding into her waistband to grasp a specially made dagger.

She turned slightly to the side, shielding Song Qianyi behind her, her eyes blazing as she stared intently at the approaching burly men, emanating a chilling aura that warned these criminals.

Although Hu Xiyu was a girl, she did not back down at all.

She quickly stood up, grabbed a knife from the table, her hand trembling slightly, but her eyes were filled with determination.

She stood close to Department Two, forming a barrier to protect Song Qianyi, while vigilantly observing the surroundings and preparing to respond to any emergencies.

Seeing Hu Xiyu like this, Song Qianyi felt a warmth in her heart.

I never expected her to show such determination when facing danger.

Song Qianyi said softly, "Sister Xiyu, don't be afraid, we're here."

Although the voice was soft, it carried an undeniable power, as if giving Hu Xiyu a reassurance.

Hu Xiyu nodded slightly, tightened her grip on the knife in her hand, and responded.

“Miss Qianyi, I’m not afraid. We will definitely be able to get out of here.”

The firmness in those words brought a slight warmth to Song Qianyi's eyes.

The other two people that A-Qiang brought also reacted quickly.

One of them nimbly dodged to the side, reached inside his coat, and grasped the hidden sleeve dart. He aimed at the enemy through the gap in the cuff, ready to deliver a fatal blow in an instant should the situation spiral out of control.

The other person bent down and pulled out a short stick from his ankle. With a "whoosh," he swung the stick out, making a beautiful flourish in the air and producing a whooshing sound.

The two of them, along with A-Qiang and the others, formed a pincer movement, firmly protecting Song Qianyi in the middle.

The security team members were highly trained, and they put down their food in unison.

With a "whoosh," a specially made plastic-steel baton was pulled out from behind him, and the batons made a crisp sound when they clashed together.

The team members quickly adjusted their positions, forming a tight semicircle, with Song Qianyi, Xi Er, and Hu Xiyu in the center.

Everyone crouched slightly, lowering their center of gravity, their feet firmly planted on the ground as if rooted to the spot, their eyes cold and stern, like an unbreakable steel wall.

Song Qianyi herself was by no means a weak person; her gaze was cold and stern as she quietly clenched her fists.

She scanned her surroundings, her mind racing, searching for the best opportunity to break out.

Despite being in a dangerous situation, she felt no fear. Her two years in F country had taught her that panic would only make things worse.

Seeing their heavy guard, the leader of the group of burly men snorted and shouted in broken English.

"Outsiders, do you think you can just trespass on this territory? Leave your toll, or we'll spare your lives!"

Ah Qiang glared at him angrily and retorted without backing down, "If you dare to act recklessly, aren't you afraid of getting into big trouble?"

The two sides were deadlocked, and the air seemed to be on fire.

Suddenly, the burly man at the head of the group pulled a gleaming dagger from his waist, raised it high, and roared in the local language before charging towards A-Qiang without regard for anything else.

Seeing this, the other burly men also brandished their weapons, including short knives and chains, and charged at the crowd with bared teeth and claws, following their leader.

Undeterred, A-Qiang charged towards the dagger wielded by the leading man.

He sidestepped, easily avoiding the opponent's attack, and at the same time kicked the big man's wrist with a swift and clean motion. With a clang, the dagger flew out of his hand.

Immediately afterwards, he delivered a swift straight punch, accompanied by a whooshing sound, which slammed into the big man's chin. The big man's body instantly leaned backward, and he staggered a few steps.

Seizing the opportunity, the second sergeant moved like a ghost through the enemy ranks.

The dagger in her hand transformed into a cold glint, slicing open the clothes of the burly men and leaving streaks of blood on their skin.

She moved with agility, skillfully dodging enemy attacks as she shifted and moved. Every strike of her blade was incredibly precise, targeting vital points, leaving the burly men defenseless and throwing them into disarray.