THE REAL PROTEGE

El Capitan arrived at Fatty's main office first. At the same time, his men walked around the vicinity. They discreetly identify several heavily armed cars parked along the streets. They have yet to confirm the buildings nearby.

Fatty's eyes widened when he saw El Capitan in his office, and he was in disbelief to hear that he was in danger.

"Don't worry, that's why I'm here, and Mushu is on his way." El Capitan said as he tried to comfort Fatty.

"Mushu?!" Fatty repeated the name. He couldn't believe Mushu was even coming; It didn't comfort him but made him shiver.

El Capitan called El Padre and informed him of the situation.

"That serious, eh?" El Padre commented.

"Hardcore, it seems." El Capitan confirmed.

"I guess you'll need me. I'm coming right over with my men, and we will be fast," El Padre assured him and hung up the call.

El Padre flew fast to back up El Capitan.

Shinsei arrived with El Padre's men; Sheinsei was flown by El Padre's fastest jet to his headquarters. Shinsei was so anxious when he heard what had happened to Ling Li that despite not wanting to fly, Shinsei had to endure it for Ling Li.

Four Eyes was the only one left beside Ling Li, and Shinsei asked him to leave him for a while to be with Ling Li, to which Four Eyes politely obliged.

Moments later, Ling Li and Shinsei came out of the room. Ling Li told Shinsei's assistant to take his master to the guest room and serve him food. Four Eyes was astonished to see Ling Li as if this morning had never happened.

Four Eyes walked towards Ling Li and looked at her closely. Even the color of her face became a lot better than before.

"Do you feel better?" Four Eyes asked.

Ling Li nodded. She held Four Eyes' hand, and they returned to her room together.

"Shinsei is a monk in a temple but also a martial artist. One of the best. He is one of my Masters." Ling Li explained. "He can transfer internal energy, and that's what he did to me." Ling Li added.

Four Eyes helps Ling Li back to her bed so she can continue to rest.

At the same time, Mushu parked his car near Fatty's company and proceeded to approach the building on foot, his eyes scanning the surroundings with anticipation. Mushu's eyes roamed the surrounding buildings, eventually fixating on a specific window next to Fatty's place, sparking his curiosity.

Before entering the building, Mushu utilized a state-of-the-art device that ingeniously redirected the sun's reflection toward Fatty's building, guaranteeing that their actions would go unnoticed and discreetly.

On the other hand, Pharsa's journey to Germany was extraordinary. Instead of enduring a day-long trip, she opted for an alternative by flying their fighter jet and arriving in a fraction of the time.

Their jets are unmatched and unparalleled. The incredible force of nuclear energy powers these jets. One compelling factor that keeps Ling Li's allies fiercely loyal to her represents their deep reluctance to consider betraying her.

Pharsa dialed her phone, "Where are you?"

"I'm at the race track!" Chatty excitedly answered when he heard Pharsa's voice.

"Which one?"

"Circuit."

"Don't stop driving until I arrive, and keep your driving speed. Do you understand?" Pharsa instructed.

"Copy that."

When Pharsa arrived at the race track, she went to the pit and asked for the scan she had requested before her arrival.

"Chief." Her subordinate called out to Pharsa. She and Mushu are both referred to as Chiefs. In their entire organization, Pharsa is Mushu's second in command.

"Chief, you are correct. There is indeed a bomb in his car." Both the incident commander Pharsa has set before her and the bomb expert exclaimed.

Pharsa redialed Chatty's phone.

"Yes," Chatty cheerfully answered.

"Maintain your speed at 300 km/hr, and don't slow down," Pharsa instructed. "And don't stop!"

Pharsa didn't say anything more to him, fully aware of 'how scary a cat that brat is. It would just scare him to death,' she thought.

Pharsa then instructed her team on what to do next. She knew they needed to act quickly and strategically to outsmart their opponent.

With a determined look, Pharsa led her team into the fight, confident in their abilities to win. She trusted her team's skills and knew they would follow her lead without hesitation.

Chatty was driving according to the requirement, but just moments after passing the exit, Pharsa swiftly took control of the vehicle. In seconds, Chatty was forcefully yanked out of his racing car, only to be speedily forced into another vehicle by Pharsa.

Everything happened in less than a minute, and a loud explosion shook the whole race track.

"What was that?" Chatty asks, still in a state of shock.

"Your car," Pharsa casually replied while dusting her hand and pants as if everything had nothing to do with her.

Chatty looked at her with his jaw dropped in disbelief.

The audible sound of gunfire surrounded them. Their armored vehicles enabled them to navigate volatile situations without needing to retaliate. Their only option was to flee swiftly.

Suddenly, a pack of motorcycles raced, shooting trackers onto their wheels.

"Tracker is good. Let them follow. Now, bring down all the motorcycles." Pharsa commanded.

After Pharsa's team had taken down all the motorcycle riders, they sped up again.

When they reached their destination, they started moving fast on foot and climbed up a hill. When they reached the top, Pharsa said, "Let's wait here."

Their vantage point allowed them to oversee the location where their vehicles were parked below. The individuals trailing them arrived shortly after that and ransacked their cars. Pharsa, with an intense gaze, meticulously examined their faces and captured their images on camera.

After Pharsa was satisfied, she pushed a remote button she was holding, and all of their four vehicles exploded.

Chatty was astonished by Pharsas' tactics. 'She is truly savage.' Chatty's lips trembled.

"Let's go," Pharsa said to them.

A few yards away, there is already an airstrip where Pharsa and her team's jet awaits. She got a message earlier that she needed to follow Mushu ASAP.

'Damn! I have no choice but to bring this brat with me.' Pharsa thought.