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Just as the two sides were once again embroiled in a heated argument, and the situation seemed about to spiral out of control—
The Blood Finger Gang members suddenly parted to both sides like a tide, making way for them. A heavy sense of oppression spread out as if it were a tangible force.
A figure slowly emerged from behind the crowd.
This is a true giant!
His height is probably close to 2.2 meters, like a moving iron tower.
His arms, exposed outside his coarse cloth sleeveless jacket, were bulging with muscles that looked like thick pythons coiled around them, with veins throbbing like earthworms beneath his bronze skin.
His broad, thick chest was like a wall, stretching the indigo uniform so much that it almost seemed to burst.
A broad, fierce face covered with thick flesh sat atop a thick neck, with an extremely short buzz cut and several hideous old scars faintly visible on his scalp.
His steps were heavy and slow, each step seeming to make the surrounding air tremble.
It was the giant's appearance that instantly silenced the previously noisy scene.
The boys on Terry's side clearly showed fear on their faces and subconsciously took a small step back.
The giant walked up to Scarface and stood in front of him. The shadow cast by his massive body completely enveloped Terry and the others in the front row.
He twisted his thick neck, and his cervical vertebrae made a series of teeth-grinding "crack" sounds. Then, the muscles in his shoulders and chest undulated and rippled like living things, making a dull "creak" sound, as if leather was being stretched to its limit.
He looked down at Terry and the others with an expression of utter contempt and impatience, as if they were ants.
"Enough." His voice was low and hoarse, like two pebbles rubbing together, making one's eardrums buzz. "It's time to waste my breath on a bunch of bugs."
He slowly and methodically pulled something out of the large pocket of his work pants.
When he slipped the object onto his large, fan-like hand, the cold, metallic gleam stung everyone's eyes—it was a heavy brass knuckle duster made of fine steel!
The knuckles are not ordinary cones, but have sharp edges and small barbs!
Most importantly, the grooves and crevices of the brass knuckles were stained with large patches of dark brown, long-dried and congealed blood, which looked exceptionally glaring and ferocious in the dim light.
The giant slowly raised his fist, adorned with blood-stained brass knuckles, pointing it at Terry and the others, and announced in an icy voice:
"From now on, I will begin the countdown."
"ten……"
"Before we finished counting, he promised to take us to find the 'goods'."
"Then you can continue to eke out a living in this pile of garbage."
"Otherwise..." I X0「柳?逝鹨?祁玐鸸扒
He grinned, revealing a cruel smile, his eyes flashing with murderous intent:
“I will personally tear you and your filthy doghouse apart so badly that even your own mother wouldn’t recognize you.”
"I hope you are ready."
Faced with such giants, even though Terry and his gang were mentally prepared to fight them, they couldn't help but feel scared, and their hands holding the sticks trembled slightly.
Seeing this, Zhang Su, who had been observing from the sidelines, was also ready to make his move.
A group of professional gangsters is far beyond the capabilities of a group of hot-blooded teenagers.
If this were the modern world before Zhang Su's time travel, a world where 'laws' protected individual rights, these professional gangsters would be the ones to be afraid of, because criminal law would protect minors and punish them leniently... even if they had killed someone.
But in this world—or rather, in this slum—the law clearly doesn't apply to the people here.
Without the protection of the law, if they really went for a killing, Terry and his gang would be no match for professional gangsters.
Moreover, that 'giant' was no ordinary human; he was a superhuman—a 'Powerful One'—Sequence 10—Violent Activist!
Volume 2: Chapter 17: 'Hero' Reg vs. Violent Criminals
The giant's massive body stood like an iron tower, its thick fingers pointing straight up, grinning as it counted down: "Three..." The heavy pressure made the boys' faces turn as pale as paper, their breathing rapid, their palms trembling slightly with cold sweat as they gripped the sticks, but their heels were firmly planted on the ground, and not one of them retreated.
"Two..." The giant's voice trailed off, carrying a cruel tone reminiscent of a cat toying with a mouse. His large, fan-like hand slowly rose, his muscular arm brimming with destructive power, about to swat down at the boy closest to him!
At this critical moment——
"Whoa—!" "Pfft!"
Several shrill screams suddenly rang out from behind the Blood Finger gang members! A figure as swift as a cheetah rushed in from the alley entrance with astonishing speed, using the momentum to execute a sharp sliding kick, accurately striking the back of the knee or the side of several outer gang members!
The person who was kicked was like someone being hit by a speeding carriage. He screamed and rolled away, instantly knocking down a group of his companions. The originally tight encirclement was instantly torn open!
The giant suddenly turned around, his fierce eyes, like copper bells, wide open in anger. Before he could even see who it was, a fist wrapped in a strong wind, accompanied by a sharp sound of tearing through the air, was already aimed straight at his unsuspecting side cheek!
"Hmph!" The giant reacted with surprising speed! He suddenly turned his head, and at the same time, his thick, tree-trunk-like arm rose up with lightning speed to block!
boom!
The fists and arms collided, producing a dull thud, like a heavy hammer striking leather.
The giant's massive body swayed slightly, while the attacker was forced back half a step by the recoil. He recognized the enemy, roared, and slammed his other fist, as big as a casserole dish, straight into the opponent's chest with a whooshing sound!
Undeterred, the attacker thrust his hips forward, lowering his body and narrowly avoiding the heavy fist that grazed his head.
Using the momentum of his crouching down, he stomped forward with his right foot like lightning, twisted his waist and thrust his shoulder forward, and delivered a powerful uppercut that slammed into the giant's relatively vulnerable ribs!
The giant was clearly not prepared for his opponent's agility and ruthlessness. He hastily pulled in his stomach and turned to the side, but the fist still grazed his ribs hard, causing him to groan in pain.
Reg seized the moment of hesitation, and his left fist, like a viper's tongue, once again aimed straight for the giant's throat!
"You're asking for death!" The giant was completely enraged. Ignoring the fist aimed at his throat, his huge left hand opened like the claw of a hunting eagle. With his absolute strength advantage, he accurately grabbed Reg's left wrist, which was too late to retract before it struck his throat!
Immediately afterwards, the giant unleashed its terrifying strength in its waist and back, and with a fierce turn on the spot, it swung him around like a hammer thrower and sent him flying!
"Big Brother—!" Terry shouted on the spot upon seeing this.
Zhang Su then realized that the figure that had suddenly barged in was none other than the 'big brother' that Terry had mentioned!
—Reg's figure crashed down like a kite with a broken string in the direction where Terry and the others were!
"Catch our big brother!" The boys shouted in unison, despite their fear, and threw away their sticks, spreading their arms and rushing forward to try to catch him!
Pfft!Pfft!Pfft!
With the immense force of the impact, three or four teenagers were knocked to the ground by Reg, rolling around in a cloud of dust.
Cries of pain and coughs immediately followed.
Zhang Su, who had been hiding in the shadows, intending to strike at the last moment to finish off the giant, finally saw the true face of this 'big brother'.
Reg quickly pushed himself up from the pile of rolling gourd-like boys. He was nearly 1.9 meters tall, with a lithe and powerful physique.
A head of thick, fluffy chestnut hair cascaded casually over his shoulders, a touch of dust that did nothing to diminish his rebellious spirit. When he looked up and that face came into Zhang Su's view, even the well-traveled Zhang Su couldn't help but curse inwardly:
"Holy crap! This modeling is outrageous!"
His sword-like eyebrows slanted upwards towards his temples, his nose was high and straight like a sculpture, his well-defined jawline exuded a strong and masculine charm, and the perfectly placed stubble on his lips added a touch of wild and untamed allure.
What's most captivating are those eyes, now sharp as lightning from the fierce battle, their deep pupils seeming to hold the stars and the sea.
This is a handsome face that combines the best of both East and West, a masterpiece of creation. It is rugged yet noble, wild yet profound, a face that even men would find incredibly handsome!
Several adjectives instantly popped into Zhang Su's mind: incredibly handsome, imposing, simply a magnificent lion that still shone brightly even in the mud of the slums!
"Tsk, no wonder he can be the big brother, his modeling stats are simply unfair!" Zhang Su sighed inwardly, his impression of this "Reg" instantly soared.
"Are you alright? Get up!" Reg's voice was deep and powerful, filled with an undeniable urgency. He pulled up the two boys who were pinning him, then quickly rolled over and stood up, neatly brushing the dust off his clothes. His eyes were fixed on the giant approaching again, his body lowered, and his fists were raised one in front of the other—a standard Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) stance, his movements clean and crisp, clearly showing he had received systematic training.
"Get your weapons ready! Get ready to fight!" Reg roared, as if giving his companions a shot of adrenaline.
The boys, who had just collapsed in fear and shock, seemed to find their anchor the moment they heard their leader's familiar and firm voice. The lingering panic in their eyes was quickly replaced by a fierce determination. Gritting their teeth and enduring the pain, they scrambled to their feet, picked up sticks and stones from the ground, and even though their arms were still trembling slightly, they gripped their weapons tightly and regrouped behind and on either side of Reg.
Their backs straightened, their eyes turned fierce, and the momentum that had been suffocating them when they were oppressed by the giant was rekindled by Reg alone!
Terry moved with lightning speed, rushing towards a dilapidated shack nearby. He pulled out a rusty iron rod as long as an arm, dragged it back to Reg, gripped it tightly with both hands, and assumed a desperate stance, his eyes as resolute as iron!
The giant looked at the group of teenagers who had instantly regrouped, especially Reg, who stood at the forefront with an imposing aura like a drawn blade, and a ferocious, mocking sneer appeared on his face:
"Heh, so you must be that 'Brave Reg'? The infamous 'fighting prodigy' of this stinking ditch, rumored to be able to take on fifteen people at once? You do have a pretty face, tsk tsk, the kind of guy that both men and women would like."
The giant's eyes were like those of someone appraising a commodity waiting to be sold, filled with contempt and greed. "If someone like you could fall into the hands of us Bloodfinger alive, tsk tsk tsk, you'd definitely fetch a top price!"
The giant licked his lips, his massive body once again radiating a suffocating sense of oppression; a battle was about to erupt!
Zhang Su, who had originally intended to make a move, decided to change his mind and refrain from showing himself after witnessing Lei Ge's agile skills and cohesion.
This young man, as majestic as a lion, was exactly the kind of talent he needed to establish the administration—not only capable, but also responsible and possessing leadership qualities.
—He already had the intention to recruit him and decided to test Reg.
“Foundation,” Zhang Su murmured to himself, “Deploy Substitute Number One, equipped with the ‘Shadow Thief Gloves’ and the ‘Bloodthirsty Dagger’.”
Without a sound, a tall and lithe figure solidified in the shadows beside Zhang Su.
The stunningly beautiful Eastern face of the stand-in was expressionless. His left hand swiftly covered the cool, smooth black "Shadow Thief Glove," while his right hand gripped the rusty, ancient dagger—the "Bloodthirsty Dagger."
Zhang Su's current objective is to infiltrate the battlefield using a decoy, targeting all Bloodfinger Gang members except the giant. He will use the 'Bloodthirsty Dagger' to inflict superficial wounds on their skin, weakening them and rendering them incapable of fighting. The operation must be stealthy, prioritizing the protection of the Youth Group members from serious injury or death. He will avoid killing unless absolutely necessary.
Then his consciousness took over Stand Number One, and his figure instantly became blurry, as if melting into the dim light, and his presence was drastically reduced.
With the help of the "Shadow Gloves," she moved like a barely perceptible breeze, silently gliding towards the outskirts of the impending battlefield.
At this moment, the giant continued to Reg, "By the way, my name is Caron Black." His voice boomed, carrying a condescending arrogance. "The brothers in the underworld are too kind to call me 'Giant Caron.' When you were still nursing in your mother's arms, I was already hacking people down this street in Rusty Ditch! More idiots have died under my fists than all these little brats behind you combined! By seniority, you should call me 'senior'!"
He paused, his cold gaze sweeping across Reg's face like a bone-scraping knife, then glanced at the boys behind him who, though holding weapons, still exuded naivety and nervousness.
“Kid, listen up. Someone like you, with decent skills and a bit of backbone, is wasting your time holed up in this stinking ditch as a babysitter for a bunch of brats! Why not join our Bloodfinger Gang and work for me? I think you're good enough to train you! As long as you hand over those few 'living things' that escaped, I'll pretend this never happened! Maybe even…”
"I can also give you bunch of brats a settlement allowance so they can live a more decent life! If you, Reg, make a name for yourself with me and become a gang leader, and they want to come and join you, I'll honor that favor! How about that? Isn't this a great deal? It's a million times better than you leading them to wallow in this mud!"
The giant Charon's words were extremely tempting; for a young man struggling on the edge of the slums, they were almost a stepping stone to change his fate.
The Bloodfinger gang members behind him also let out a few laughs in agreement, seemingly thinking that the conditions offered by their leader were incredibly generous.
However, Reg's response was resolute and without the slightest hesitation. His star-like eyes blazed with pure anger and unwavering resolve.
"fart!"
His voice wasn't loud, but it pierced the air clearly as he angrily rebuked:
“I, Reg, will never become a gangster's henchman just to live like a human being! I will never do those heinous things like human trafficking, extortion, and other immoral acts! My ‘brothers’ are not a burden to me! They are my family! Are we supposed to follow you today, or are we going to take up knives and kill other kids like us tomorrow?!”
He took a sudden step forward, his momentum overwhelming, directly confronting the giant Charon, each word spoken with resounding force:
“We don’t need your filthy money! Nor do we need your ‘cultivation’! We will rely on our own hands to walk out of this slum with dignity! We will study, work, and become clean and normal people who can bask in the sunlight! It is you who should give up! Give up this rotten life, give up this despicable act of trampling on the dignity of others!”
Reg's words were like a thunderclap, exploding in the polluted air of the rusty ditch. The boys' chests heaved, their eyes filled with an unprecedented light and sense of belonging.
Terry was so excited that his hair stood on end, and he wished he could rush in and fight for his brother!
"Is that so? What a pity." The smile on the giant Charon's face vanished completely, replaced by a ferocious rage and icy killing intent.
His last bit of patience was crushed.
“Fine…very good! You…have a tough bone! And a tough tongue!” His huge fists clenched so tightly they cracked, his eyes looking at a pile of garbage about to be disposed of. “I gave you a way to live, but you wouldn’t take it, you insisted on courting death! Well then, I’ll grant your wish! When you’re dead, I’ll cut off your handsome head and put it in a can of formalin as a collectible! Then I’ll take all your corpses…”
He scanned the group of teenagers, a cruel grin spreading across his face. "Sell them to those perverted doctors who like to use teenagers' corpses as specimens! They'll keep you in jars and display you on shelves! That's the only value you trash have!"
"Brothers! Move! Leave no one alive!" The giant Charon stopped wasting words and roared as he issued the order.
"Kill!" The Blood Finger gang members, unable to contain themselves any longer, brandished their machetes and chains and pounced on the youth group like wolves and tigers!
"If you want to fight, then fight!" Reg roared, as if lighting a fuse! He did not back down at all, but instead charged fiercely towards the giant Charon, who was several times larger than him!
Then, he leaped into the air, his right fist tearing through the air with unwavering determination, slamming down hard on the giant Charon's chin! The battle erupted instantly!
The scene immediately descended into chaos!
The battle between Reg and the giant Charon was at the center of the storm. Reg moved with the agility of a leopard, his steps swift, circling the giant's massive body, dodging his powerful punches and kicks, and searching for an opening.
His punches were fast and heavy, employing the precise power techniques of Sanda (Chinese kickboxing), constantly landing on the giant's relatively vulnerable areas such as his ribs, joints, and abdomen, producing dull thuds.
The giant Charon, with his terrifying strength and rock-like resilience, withstood the blows head-on. Each of his counterattacks carried the power to shatter rocks and split stones, and his fists produced a terrifying sound of air being torn apart!
The two fought fiercely for a time, their intense movements stirring up dust from the ground.
However, the situation for the boy group took a sharp turn for the worse!
Despite the great morale boost from Reg's presence, the disparity in strength between the two sides was brutal.
The Bloodfinger gang members are all experienced, ruthless thugs who work together seamlessly.
Most of the boys were full of enthusiasm but lacked real combat experience and skills, making their sticks clumsy and powerless when they swung them.
A member of the Bloodfinger gang grinned maliciously as he slashed his machete at a skinny boy who had hastily raised a wooden stick!