Cannon rack?

Dirk Carter was about to collapse.

He could explain the things before, but how was he supposed to explain the cannon rack?

A sudden inspiration struck.

He said, "This is still a compliment to you. What is a cannon? A destructive weapon. A cannon rack is the support for such a weapon, meaning you are solid, steady, and have substance."

"Oh~ that's what it means, hehe, I really am a natural cannon rack."

Elaine Nolan said happily.

Dirk Carter wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He said, "Let's go, I'll treat you to some late-night snacks."

"Let me treat you instead."

Elaine Nolan was clearly in a much better mood.

To be honest, her baby face paired with a smile made her even more enchanting.

Dirk Carter immediately thought of Blue Green, she also had a baby face, but Blue Green was obviously more on the cute side, while Elaine Nolan was more sexy.

They were certainly two extremes.

The two of them sat down at a roadside barbecue stall.

Dirk Carter was a bit hungry too.

He ordered a large serving and a few bottles of beer.

He leisurely started drinking.

Elaine Nolan's mouth didn't stop either. While eating, she complained about the tediousness of work, saying that a lot of work in the County Committee's office was pointless, and many positions were unnecessary and idle.

"Elaine, you can say these things to me, but don't say them at work, otherwise you'll easily offend people."

Dirk Carter kindly reminded her.

Elaine Nolan looked puzzled and asked, "Why? Aren't I saying this for the good of the office?"

Dirk Carter scratched his head and said, "Let me put it this way. Although what you say is all true, the truth often hurts people. Aren't you mocking those who do nothing but still get paid?"

"That's taxpayers' money, it shouldn't be wasted on these useless people."

Elaine Nolan asked with wide eyes.

Dirk Carter nodded and said, "Yes, that's true. Let me give you an example: in today's situation, Magnus Linden was clearly giving me a hard time. He's your direct superior. If you help me, you're embarrassing him. He'll be unhappy and make things difficult for you. It's like the Chinese saying, 'the nail that sticks out gets hammered down,' you understand?"

"I don't understand. I'm using my private time to help. What's it got to do with him?"

Elaine Nolan said.

Dirk Carter sighed. How did a girl with this personality get into the system?

Isn't this like throwing a piece of jade into a puddle?

He was just about to change the subject.

At this moment, a drunk man at the next table stood up.

He staggered over.

Sitting down at their table.

He said to Elaine Nolan, "Little sister, how about having a drink with big brother?"

As soon as he said this.

The other three people at the next table started laughing and jeering.

"No thanks, I don't like drinking, and you'd better drink less too."

Elaine Nolan said in a very innocent tone while taking a bite.

The drunk guy was at a loss due to this response.

He hesitated for a moment and said, "Then how about you come eat a little with us?"

Elaine Nolan shook her hand and said, "No, thanks. I have plenty here that I can't finish myself, so I won't eat yours. You enjoy your food."

What the hell?

What's going on?

In such a situation, most women would definitely get angry.

But Elaine Nolan not only didn't show any anger, she even seemed polite.

This is like punching into cotton.

Dirk Carter couldn't help but laugh out loud.

With a sudden slap.

The drunk guy slammed the table and shouted at Dirk Carter, "What the hell are you laughing at?"

"What? I can't laugh? Can't I laugh at what an idiot you are?"

Dirk Carter asked.

Hearing this, the drunk guy stood up abruptly, clutching a beer bottle, and shouted, "Who the hell are you calling an idiot?"

"I'm calling the idiot right in front of me, obviously."

Dirk Carter said.

The drunk guy got angry and shouted, "Well, it's you who's the idiot. You and your whole family are idiots!"

"Hahaha..."

With that shout.

Even Elaine Nolan couldn't hold back and burst into laughter.

The two voluptuous mounds on her chest bounced up and down.

The drunk guy seemed to realize he misspoke, and in a fit of anger, swung the beer bottle at Dirk Carter. Dirk, sitting still, just tilted his head to the side, and the bottle smashed onto the ground into pieces.

With one miss.

He got even angrier.

He placed his hands on the edges of the table, trying to flip it over.

Dirk Carter had been prepared for this.

He hooked the table leg with one foot, and pressed the table edge with one hand; the drunk guy tried several times but the table didn't budge an inch.

At this point, he seemed to have suffered a great humiliation.

He turned around and shouted at his companions who were watching, "Come on, what are you waiting for?"

The other three, hearing this.

Also stood up.

Each holding a beer bottle, they surrounded Dirk Carter and Elaine Nolan.

"Kid, do you know who I am?"

The man who had caused the scene asked.

Dirk Carter looked at him with disdain and asked, "What? Are you suffering from amnesia? Or did your mother never tell you who you are?"

"Hahaha..."

Elaine Nolan was amused again.

The drunk guy's face was now very ugly.

But he still wanted to act tough, pointing at Dirk Carter and shouting, "I'll give you a chance. Apologize nicely, leave the girl here to drink with us, and I'll let you go."

"What if I don't want this opportunity?"

Dirk Carter asked coldly.

"Then you're courting death!"

The drunk guy shouted.

He signaled to the others with his eyes.

They moved together, holding bottles, rushing towards Dirk Carter.

Dirk Carter still sat there unmoved.

Kicked back with his legs.

He and the chair slid back half a meter.

He lifted his foot and kicked the first guy in the chest.

The poor fellow flew off like a kite without a string.

By now, the second guy had also reached him.

Just as the beer bottle was about to hit his head, Dirk Carter spun around on the chair and kicked the assailant in the waist. He yelped and was sent flying sideways, landing heavily on the ground.

The third guy approached.

Dirk Carter didn't move, just lifted a hand as if feinting, and the guy retreated a step in fright, not daring to make another move.

The drunk guy saw that Dirk Carter was a fighter.

He gritted his teeth.

Suddenly a knife appeared in his hand, pressing it against Elaine Nolan's face, he shouted, "Stop right there, or I'll cut her face."

She had been clapping just moments ago.

Now, with the knife gleaming in front of her, Elaine Nolan was visibly scared.

She looked pitifully at Dirk Carter.

Dirk Carter also felt a wave of tension.

If Elaine Nolan really got hurt, it would be a heavy burden on his conscience.

Just as he was about to speak to ease the tension, a young man in a black suit got out of a car parked by the road. Casually, he picked up a beer bottle from a table next to him and hurled it at the drunk guy.

It hit the mark perfectly.

The beer bottle struck the drunk guy on the temple.

With a dull thud.

The drunk guy fell to the ground.

The four others still wanted to struggle but were just about to get up.

More men in black suits appeared, pressing them down on the ground.

By the car, at some point, an old man appeared, about sixty or seventy years old, with graying hair and wearing very ordinary clothes.

But his demeanor was anything but ordinary.

Just standing there, he exuded a natural authority; he was clearly a power figure.

"Mr. Ning? How should we handle these people?"

The first man in a black suit who had gotten out of the car asked.

The old man's gaze turned stern, and he said, "Take them to a secluded place and teach them a lesson, then notify the police to come and take them away!"

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