After finishing his meal, Johnny began to stroll down the street. It had to be said, Mr. Song's so-called invitation had indeed piqued Johnny's interest.
Because of this, he even called Veronica to inquire about this so-called invitation.
"Little brother~ John has indeed participated in such invitation events, but I don't recommend you go now; it's too dangerous. All income and expenditure are directly proportional; you should know this better than I do."
After hearing Johnny's words, Veronica naturally knew what Mr. Song's invitation was referring to. In fact, many people had extended similar commissions and invitations to her, but she had never accepted them.
This damned game was darker and more brutal than castle parties. Although the prize money was tempting, and passing it would bring higher renown, this method was unacceptable to her.
After listening to Veronica, Johnny remained silent, simply hanging up the phone.
He, of course, knew what Veronica meant, but the prize money was just too high.
"Forget it, forget it. I'll just endure it. Some money you have the life to earn but not the life to spend."
What was his level, and what was John's level?
He wouldn't dare compare himself to John; that guy was inhumanly strong.
After a short walk around to help with digestion, Johnny prepared to head back to where his car was parked.
But sometimes, it's just that coincidental: the more you don't want to see someone, the more they just pop up in your face.
"Hey! You, surnamed Zhang!"
A slightly familiar voice rang out from behind him. Johnny was a little surprised; did someone here know him?
He turned around and saw a group of people surrounding him. Good heavens, a massive crowd, at least twenty people by his estimation.
And when he saw the leader, limping towards him, dressed impeccably, Johnny knew exactly who he had run into.
"You're that..." Johnny scratched his head, almost unable to recall, "Right, Qiangzi, Carl!"
To be honest, it had indeed been too long since they last met. Johnny had even forgotten this person entirely, but he never expected to encounter him again in this place. It was quite a surprise.
From Johnny's slight hesitation in remembering who this guy was, and his attitude, it was clear that Carl was very displeased.
"It's only been five months, and you've completely forgotten about me?"
Carl dragged his limping leg, walking step by step until he stood before Johnny, while the people he brought had already surrounded Johnny.
"See this leg?"
Carl pointed to his leg. "See it?"
Looking at his furious expression, Johnny nodded, "I see a lame leg."
Johnny's reply was casual, but to Carl, it was like a thunderclap, hearing a strong sense of mockery.
"A lame leg?"
Carl was so angry he laughed.
That bastard in front of him had suddenly rushed in and startled him, forcing him to flee out the door. He was then caught in the backyard and beaten up by him.
Although he didn't know when this coward had become so manly, he had been beaten inexplicably and somewhat suddenly.
Even though he had stolen the other's girlfriend, he shouldn't have broken his leg, leaving him with a permanent limp.
"If it weren't for you, how would my leg be lame? You damned bastard, do you know how long I've been looking for you! Do you know what I've been through all this time!"
Carl's heart was filled with rage. He remembered Johnny's face every moment, and every moment he wanted to get revenge on him.
He had not been without trying to find Johnny at his residence, but every time he went, he was not there.
He even thought this scoundrel had already moved, until today, when he encountered him once again. He even sighed, thinking that heaven had eyes.
He just didn't know that heaven indeed had eyes, but it was just a needle's eye.
Johnny glanced at the small-time thugs surrounding him, each of their eyes showing a clear stupidity.
Even if there was ruthlessness, in Johnny's eyes, it was just child's play.
He even felt like laughing. He pointed at the guys around him, "Hey, Carl, don't tell me you're planning to have these people beat me up?"
Johnny's words conveyed an extreme attitude of contempt, which made Carl even more uncomfortable, and also made the people surrounding Johnny uncomfortable.
"Hey, what are you saying? What do you mean 'these people'?"
They also felt the disdain and insult in Johnny's words. "Believe it or not, I'll break your leg right now?"
To be honest, among the people here, there were Caucasians, Black people, and also East Asians, though East Asians were the majority.
Excluding the Caucasians and Black people, most of these East Asians were from Southeast Asia, Korea, or Japan, and generally had little connection to China.
Oh, right, Carl is Chinese.
Seeing Johnny's fearless demeanor, Carl became even more exasperated. "Do you think I wouldn't dare lay a hand on you? You damned guy, that day I was just caught off guard by you. Today, I'd like to see where you run!"
Hearing Carl's words, Johnny pointed at himself with his finger, "Are you talking about me?"
Johnny was almost laughing. Are you kidding? Do I need to run?
If I ran today, wouldn't all the hardships I've endured and the chases I've faced this past year have been for nothing?
Then, Johnny watched the guys surrounding him; some pulled out daggers from their pockets, some spring knives, and others pulled out knuckle dusters and put them on their hands.
Johnny smiled, and he smiled very happily.
"You're not actually planning to hit me with these childish toys, are you?"
Good, another extremely potent taunt.
The people around him immediately couldn't hold back, and Carl couldn't either. "Hit him!"
Everyone swarmed forward, rushing towards Johnny. Johnny calmly dodged one person's jumping knife attack, then kicked him in the knee. With a crunch, the person's knee dislocated, and he fell to the ground, wailing uncontrollably.
Watching this scene, Carl couldn't help but touch his own knee. He felt as if he was experiencing the pain of his knee breaking that day again.
The next moment, Johnny dodged another baseball bat swung from behind him, then suddenly retreated backward, rushing into that person's embrace, pushing that person backward fiercely, causing his body to collide with the guy holding a knife behind him. And so, that knife smoothly pierced into the body of the guy behind him.
"Ah! Fuck you, man!"
The person who was stabbed screamed in pain. Immediately after, Johnny delivered a sharp elbow strike to the neck of a young Black man on his right. With a crunch, that guy's Adam's apple shattered.
Then, Johnny directly stripped the knuckle duster from his hand and put it on his own fingers.
He clenched his fist and swung it; it felt pretty good.
"Hey, Carl, you want to see me get beaten, right?"
Johnny glanced at Carl, who was standing still, and a grin spread across his lips, "Open your eyes wide and watch carefully!"
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