Carl's gaze was full of aggression, as if he was not facing twenty people, but two.
Especially after acquiring the brass knuckles, a close-combat weapon, Carl's movements became even more expansive, each punch incredibly swift and powerful.
Whack!
His right fist slammed into the face of a man in black, and Carl could clearly hear the distinct sound of his jaw cracking from the impact of the brass knuckles.
"Ah ah ah!"
His screams were even somewhat garbled.
Following that, Carl ducked to avoid another sneak attack, then spun around and threw a punch, hitting the guy behind him in his lower body, right between his legs.
Even through the brass knuckles, Carl could feel a strange warmth, and a soft, liquid-like substance wrapped around his knuckles and part of his fingers.
However, Carl didn't hear him scream. He looked up in surprise, only to find that the white guy had rolled his eyes and passed out.
Then, Carl charged forward, dodging a sneak attack from a baseball bat behind him. He lunged forward with his elbows leading, knocking a man of Asian descent flying.
Johnny watched Carl darting back and forth through the crowd, his eyelids twitching, but he still couldn't believe this guy could take down twenty people.
"Unless you're Superman, you're going to get your legs broken by me!"
Johnny said indignantly. He couldn't see what was happening inside; he was completely surrounded by people.
Carl took several blows while darting about, but luckily, they weren't serious.
Then he punched again, disfiguring one person's face, immediately followed by a spinning punch that heavily struck another guy's chin, again producing the sound of bone cracking.
Just then, a person on Carl's left rushed over, brandishing a dagger. Carl immediately kicked the opponent's knee, forcefully stopping his advance.
The opponent's knee was naturally beyond saving, but Carl's smooth combo wasn't over yet. He suddenly propped himself up, grabbed the opponent's dagger, then twisted the opponent's wrist and jabbed it towards his own shoulder.
"Ah! Son of a bitch!"
At that scream, Carl's face instantly darkened. He swung his right fist upwards, unhesitatingly knocking him unconscious.
In Johnny's view, he saw his subordinates falling one after another. The subordinates at the back, realizing something was wrong, had already begun to prepare to back off, and even started begging for mercy.
But Carl gave them no chance to speak. Those who tried to escape were also chased down and KO'd by Carl with a single punch!
This area was at the very end of the street, so there were few people. Coupled with such a large gathering of gang members, no one dared to watch, all keeping their distance. That's why Carl was able to have such a satisfying, free boxing match.
But after the last two people were KO'd by Carl, Johnny's eyes began to blacken slightly.
"What exactly did this guy go through in these five months?"
Johnny couldn't believe that the wimp he knew a year ago had changed so astonishingly a year later.
Watching Carl slowly approach him, Johnny felt like his world was about to collapse. He had finally encountered his enemy, wanting to humiliate him, but he never expected to be counter-killed by him.
The most crucial thing was that this guy didn't seem to be injured much. That was the most outrageous part. One person taking on 20 people?
Even if he only dealt with two or three people at a time, he shouldn't be this fierce, should he?
"Is this even human?"
Johnny asked a soul-searching question, but no one would answer him.
"Don't come any closer, I'm with the Yakuza! You'll regret it if you touch me!"
Johnny still spoke forcefully, but Carl looked completely unconcerned.
"Yakuza? You want to make me regret it?"
Carl took off the brass knuckles from his hand and slowly walked up to Johnny. At this moment, Johnny watched this man, full of killing intent, approach him, and an inexplicable sense of oppression washed over him.
Thud!
Johnny's knees buckled, and he knelt directly before Carl. He suddenly felt that even the Yakuza couldn't save him right now.
"What are you doing? Are you already starting the New Year's greetings? I don't have any lucky money for you."
Carl's tone was somewhat amused. Then he loosened his left hand, throwing the two brass knuckles to the ground with a clanging sound.
"Brother Jie, I'm sorry, it was my fault. I admit I underestimated you."
Johnny's apology was very direct, without the slightest hesitation. After saying this, he immediately placed his hands on the ground and then slammed his head hard against the floor.
Such a hardcore kowtow, Carl had never seen before.
He couldn't help it, Johnny was scared. One person had taken down all 20 people, and almost without any injuries, just a few minor scratches. Watching him walk straight over from a distance, if it weren't for his lame leg preventing him from running, he would have already taken off like a madman.
One reason was his dead leg was useless, and the other was that he had initially thought Carl breaking his leg before was due to luck, but now it seemed it wasn't that simple.
Carl's strength had exceeded his imagination. He couldn't even imagine how a wimp had become such a hardcore tough guy.
And Carl, looking at Johnny prostrate on the ground, took a step back, then half-squatted.
"I'm very curious about one thing: who gave you the courage to provoke me?"
This was also something Carl was very interested in.
Unfortunately, Johnny was already terrified. He dared not speak, just kept kowtowing, hoping Carl would forgive him.
"Hey, I'm telling you, even if you kowtow until your head breaks open and you break through the floor here, it's useless if I don't forgive you."
Carl's words immediately stopped Johnny's kowtowing.
"Originally, you messed with my girlfriend and stole my money. I was already planning to make you pay, breaking one of your legs was enough. But I didn't expect you to come knocking on my door yourself."
To be fair, even Carl thought Johnny was truly brave.
Johnny himself hadn't expected it either. He had brought 20 subordinates to deal with this guy, yet he was still counter-killed by him. Who could he complain to?
Although meeting Carl was accidental, his desire to deal with Carl was incredibly sincere.
Ever since his leg was broken by Carl last time, it took him two months to recover, and then he used the opportunity to climb to a small leader position in a gang.
He had initially thought he could enjoy himself and get revenge on this guy. After several attempts, he had already given up.
But he never expected to see this guy again today when he went out with his subordinates.
The moment he saw Carl, he immediately shouted his name. Upon confirming it was Carl, he even began to wonder if he had checked the almanac before leaving home today.
He had encountered such a lucky and auspicious event, and he even began to exclaim that heaven had eyes.
But the series of events that followed shattered his expectations.
Kneeling before Carl once again, his eyes no longer held anger and unwillingness, but fear, because this person's growth speed was simply too fast, so fast that he couldn't believe it.
"Please, you're a great man, be kind, just let me go like a fart, okay?"
Johnny said somewhat fawningly, which, combined with the blood flowing from his forehead, made him look utterly comical.
"Let you off?"
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