Amazing Background

"I've had enough of you. Get the hell out of here!" Without hesitation, the skinny guy grabbed me and tried to pull me away. I don't know where I found the courage, but I forcefully shook off his grip and extended my arms to shield Monica and the others.

Everyone froze in place, including Monica. I spoke each word clearly, "If you're a man, don't touch them!"

In that moment, I felt like a badass, but also a tragic figure. The group of tough guys immediately started moving towards me with menacing expressions. Adrian and the others didn't dare intervene.

I clenched my teeth, ready to take a beating. Suddenly, blaring sirens pierced the air, and then I saw a procession of a dozen black cars driving in single file. All of them were Volkswagen sedans, each adorned with a red emblem, instantly capturing the attention of the crowd.

A thought crossed my mind. Could this grand display be the result of Monica making a call?

"Damn, this is really something!"

"I wonder which big shot this is. So damn impressive!"

Several of the thugs exclaimed, forgetting about their intention to beat me up. Everyone's attention was now drawn to the approaching cars. Someone tugged at me from behind.

Before I could react, Monica stood up and waved her hand. The convoy of cars immediately stopped, and dozens of men in suits got out, hurrying towards the barbecue stall. Each one seemed as though they were facing a formidable enemy.

I had never witnessed such a grand spectacle. The overwhelming aura sent shivers down my spine. My legs felt like jelly, and the thugs were left dumbfounded. The relatively small barbecue stall was now filled with people, black suits everywhere. Their gazes felt like they could kill.

A robust man, built like a bear and weighing at least two hundred pounds, moved step by step toward Monica. He scratched his head, his expression simple and earnest, "Miss, I'm a bit late."

Monica replied helplessly, "Rufus, these guys are really annoying. Take them away. "

Hearing this, I finally let out a sigh of relief. However, the thugs were dumbfounded. They hadn't dreamed of getting into such trouble. They looked utterly terrified and could hardly speak, as if they were about to kneel down...

Who could have imagined that just one phone call from Monica could bring such a formidable force? While I might have been skeptical of Monica's background before, this incident completely convinced me.

My uncle used to tease me, saying that if I ever found a rich girl from a well-off family to marry, I'd will enjoy life forever. But when actually faced with a situation like this, other than fear, there was no room for any other thoughts.

The man named Rufus turned around, his expression changed. Just a single glance sent a chill down my spine. He cracked his knuckles loudly, the sound intimidating. It felt like a single punch from him could be deadly.

"Is it you guys?" Rufus asked in a low, rumbling voice. The thugs turned pale with fear, trembling all over.

"Please, please don't misunderstand. We're with Boss Duane'peopel. It's all a misunderstanding. The boss can talk it out, please don't escalate things."

"Duane, huh? Take them away first," Rufus waved his hand, and the group of thugs were led away by the men in black suits. They didn't dare say a word.

In the blink of an eye, the dozen black cars drove away, the entire episode lasting just a few minutes. Monica maintained her indifferent demeanor, but the rest of us were left in shock!

Forget about the world of gangs and big shots; just the scene we'd witnessed was unheard of. A dozen cars, dozens of men in suits, all summoned by just a phone call. What kind of deep connections were involved?

I had heard the guy earlier address Monica as "Miss." That had to mean Monica was from a wealthy family. She was the one truly hiding her background. Just moments ago, I had been boasting about my connection to Dirk. Now, it felt like a slap in the face.

Shirley looked at Monica with envy and said, "Monica, you're amazing as always. I can't believe Rufus has bulked up even more. He wasn't that strong when I last saw him."

"Yeah, I didn't expect him to bring so many people with him. He spends all his time at the gym, but his brain still hasn't caught up!" Monica seemed frustrated. The dinner plans were effectively ruined.

Surrounded by curious onlookers, people pointed and whispered, making it clear that our peaceful barbecue and beer session was now a thing of the past. I was practically scared out of my wits!

Honestly, my regrets were flooding my mind. I actually dared to flirt with Monica at the hotel. If she had been angry and made a call, I'd have been reduced to a cripple in minutes, no, probably minced meat...

At the moment, I felt like I had just escaped a great disaster. I quickly took a couple of sips of beer to calm my nerves. Monica gave me a meaningful look, an expression laden with curiosity.

"Let's all sit down and continue our meal," Shirley invited. However, Charles, Adrian, and the others remained frozen in place. They didn't dare sit down, especially Bill, who had been scared away earlier and only returned after the situation had diffused.

Monica took a sip of beer and calmly said, "Whatever happened today, nobody is to talk about it outside. Do you all understand?"

Everyone immediately nodded. It was clear that Monica didn't want to attract too much attention. Any trace of romantic interest I might have had toward her had disappeared. I wouldn't dare provoke her, not now.

Amid the whispers and pointing of the spectators, we left the barbecue stall. Shirley and the others chatted cheerfully about the incident, while the rest of us kept our heads down, too afraid to say anything.

Shirley mentioned wanting to go to an internet café. I had thought about joining them, but decided against it. It was better to avoid trouble. From now on, I needed to keep my distance from Monica. It wasn't about me feeling guilty; it was something my uncle had advised: "Accompanying a tiger is like walking near a river; there's no way to avoid getting wet."