American homeless people, surviving in the city

Hunting knife skills are not a profound martial art. They have neither fancy moves nor the accompanying mental techniques and formulas found in martial arts novels.

Centuries ago, hunters who came to Shanhaiguan to explore the land combined the traditional martial arts of Dongda University with the traditional hunting skills of the local indigenous people to create this sword technique in order to fight against the cold and cruel wilderness.

The knife skills are simple yet practical, emphasizing striking vital points and severing tendons as much as possible to weaken the beast's fighting ability, thereby creating an opportunity to kill it or escape.

That's why, after learning the techniques of the hunting knife, Lin Qi didn't hesitate to plunge the broken glass bottle into DeShawn's body!

However, even so, Lin Qi did not intend to kill anyone.

Even if the two thugs harbored malicious intent, he was not mentally prepared to kill—especially to kill someone in the street.

Therefore, Lynch did not stab DeShawn in the chest, but instead slightly changed the direction of the stab, causing the sharp, broken end of the glass bottle to pierce DeShawn's arm.

Then, following the guidance of the hunting knife technique, Lin Qi twisted his wrist!

Blood gushed out from the wound, the sharp glass slicing through the flesh and tearing DeShawn's entire arm into a bloody mess.

This is one of the practical techniques in knife hunting: by stirring the wound and cutting the tendons, the wild animal loses its ability to fight back.

"Ughh ...

With his arm pierced, DeShawn let out a pig-like scream.

Lynch pulled the beer bottle off his arm, and he clutched his wound, howling as he collapsed to the ground.

DeSean hadn't been out on the streets for long, and having always relied on his physique to bully others, he had never suffered such a serious injury before.

Therefore, after Lin Qi pierced his arm, the intense pain immediately made him completely subdue, and the excruciating pain rendered him unable to move, leaving him lying on the ground groaning in agony.

Seeing his boss get the short end of the stick, Martin hesitated and stood there at a loss.

Lin Qi kicked him away with a backhand kick, and he fell to the ground, clutching his stomach and howling in pain.

After easily taking down the two men, Lin Qi straightened up, tossed the beer bottle aside, stretched his wrists and neck, and walked over to them.

"I've already said, I won't give you a second warning."

DeShawn's body convulsed uncontrollably, and even though he tried his best to cover the wound, he couldn't stop the blood from flowing out.

This is also the desired result of hunting knife techniques: by twisting the wrist in a specific way, a uniquely shaped wound that is difficult to stop bleeding is created, thereby inflicting a continuous blow on the wild animal.

Seeing himself bleeding profusely, DeShawn's cries of pain became choked with sobs, his voice even bordering on a wail:

"No...no...please...I was wrong, please, don't hit me anymore..."

Lynch discovered that the fat, dark-skinned man was even weaker than he had imagined.

Faced with DeShawn's pleading for mercy, he had no intention of kicking him while he was down, so he simply patted the fat, dark-skinned man's cheek:

"Now that you know you were wrong, you'd better behave yourself and stop causing me trouble, understand?"

"I...I will..."

DeShawn’s pleas for mercy seemed utterly spineless.

Seeing that his enemy was nothing but trash, Lin Qi felt rather bored.

He got up to leave, but as soon as he turned around, he saw several people surrounding him.

The men were dressed rather shabbily, and they looked either homeless or thugs from small gangs. Lin Qi recognized some of them; he seemed to see them frequently around Third Avenue.

Seeing Lin Qi turn around, the group approached him with ill intent:

"Huh? Kid, you think you can just walk away after hitting one of our men?"

Seeing that someone had come to his aid, DeShawn's wails subsided somewhat. Although he was still lying on the ground, he began to glare fiercely at Lin Qi.

Lin Qi immediately understood the identities of these people.

...These guys are DeShawn's "friends" on the street!

Unfortunately, because he hadn't expected these people to arrive so quickly, Lin Qi had just casually thrown away the broken glass bottle.

If you're unarmed, you can barely handle a big, dumb guy like DeShawn, let alone so many people at the same time!

He'll probably have to wait for the system to give him an item like a "Huang Feihong Experience Card" or "Ip Man Experience Card" before he can fight against so many people at the same time!

Lin Qi felt his palms getting sweaty.

But he remained calm and composed, hands on his hips, coldly observing the group.

"What? He struck first, so I'm not allowed to retaliate?"

The leader of the thugs frowned: "You went too far. Brother, you owe us an explanation!"

"An explanation? Ridiculous." Lin Qi scoffed. "I warned them beforehand, and they weren't planning to give me a chance. Now, he can't beat me, so he expects me to give you an explanation?"

As he spoke, he cracked his knuckles, making a snapping sound, and stared at the group:

"You've seen what a sorry state this guy was in. Now, are you going to get out of my way, or do you want to end up like him, lying on the ground groaning in agony?"

"this..."

The thugs looked hesitant, clearly unsure whether they wanted to fight Lin Qi.

Lynch also realized that these people were just a rabble. They probably came to cause trouble for Lynch out of street loyalty because they knew DeShawn and saw him being beaten up by Lynch, but they hadn't really made up their minds.

But they didn't seem to have decided whether to let Lynch leave so easily.

Just as Lin Qi and the others were locked in a stalemate, a black, large-bottomed SUV with a Cadillac logo suddenly stopped beside them.

The car door opened, and a burly black man squeezed into the passenger seat of the SUV slowly emerged and walked to the side of the crowd.

From Lin Qi's perspective, he only felt something slowly approaching him. The tall figure blocked the sunlight, casting a broad shadow between him and the thugs.

Lin Qi quickly turned his head and looked in that direction.

The newcomer turned out to be Sanjar, a henchman of the Razor Claw Gang, known as "War Elephant"!

Lin Qi still remembered his first encounter with this person. On the day he had just transmigrated, this guy led a team to hunt down Chen Yumo, but ultimately they came up empty-handed due to Lin Qi's secret intervention.

At that time, he had a brief conversation with Lin Qi in order to find Chen Yumo.

Lynch didn't know his identity or why he had come, but he could tell that this guy was at least very prestigious on Third Avenue.

Because, when they saw Sanjar appear, the expressions of the thugs surrounding Lynch changed drastically:

"...Boss Sanjar! What brings you here!"

Sanjar had no intention of responding to this rabble; he simply stood between Lynch and the thugs and said in a deep voice:

"I said, let's leave it at that, okay?"

"What do you mean?" The leader of the thugs looked at him nervously.

"Literal meaning."

Sanjar glanced at him, then turned and nudged the wailing Deshoon with his toe:

"This guy's injury is pretty serious. If he doesn't get treatment soon, his hand might be useless. There's no reason for you to keep wasting time here, is there?"

Sanjar's words seemed to be for DeShawn's sake, but the thugs could all understand the underlying meaning.

They glanced at Sanjar and Lynch with complicated expressions, nodded, and silently carried away the wailing DeShawn and Martin.

Meanwhile, although Sanjar's arrival relieved the predicament, Lynch was still somewhat confused.

He had only exchanged a few words with this burly black man, and even though he had scared Sanjar away with his bluffing skills, Lynch didn't think he could have any real relationship with him.

Why did he suddenly appear here and choose to help me?

Unsolicited kindness is always suspicious; Lin Qi secretly became more wary.

However, Sanjar simply walked up to Lynch and patted him on the shoulder:

"Well done, these thugs need to be taught a lesson."

"What do you want?" Lin Qi looked at him cautiously, unmoved.

Sanjar gave an awkward smile and said softly:

"You're quite skilled. Interested in coming with me?"

"My boss is very interested in you."