156: Chapter 153 Kung Fu!

Actually, it wasn't particularly dark yet, and there were many pedestrians around. However, the foreigners who witnessed this scene all breathed a sigh of relief before quickening their pace, hurrying to leave and return to the comfort of their homes as soon as possible.

It must be said that many places in the US are no different from Gotham City.

Unfortunately, there is no Batman here to punish evil and promote good. Thus, when faced with such situations, many people choose to submit if they can; otherwise, they risk being injured or even shot by the robbers.

Because you can't guarantee whether these junkies are mentally stable. If something goes slightly wrong, you might end up with an extra hole in your head.

This white youth's nickname was Hyena. Well... most nicknames around here are like that; if it's not a dog, it's a bull, or a lion, or a tiger. In short, they don't want to be human.

Hyena looked at Li Changsheng, his gaze somewhat wandering. This was because his withdrawal symptoms were kicking in and hadn't been satisfied, causing a severe lack of focus.

At this time, his three companions had already approached the Asian man, moving in to search his person for valuables.

But they saw the Asian man slowly turn around, looking as if he were going to cooperate with them.

Seeing this, Hyena felt it was quite normal and nodded in satisfaction.

As long as there was no resistance, he didn't want to shoot and kill anyone. Although there are many shootings in the US, and they often can't be touched as long as there is no evidence,

it was better to avoid trouble if possible. He didn't want to be targeted by the police either.

However, at the very moment this Asian man turned around, three consecutive heavy thuds suddenly echoed in his ears.

Looking again, he found that his three companions had all fallen backward at almost the exact same moment.

Damn it!

Shocked, Hyena was about to fire his gun. Whoosh! Bang!

But at that moment, the sound of a gunshot and something breaking through the air rang out simultaneously. The instant the gun fired, he felt a sharp pain in his wrist, and the pistol fell to the ground.

Instantly, Hyena's face contorted in agony. He wailed while clutching his bleeding wrist, only then realizing he had been injured by a pebble.

These kinds of pebbles were very common in certain parts of the park.

"Hey, man! My bad! I'm sorry!"

Hyena repeatedly begged for mercy. The other man had already walked up to him, while his other hand began to grope around on the ground.

Smack!

Before he could touch the firearm, it was kicked away.

Thud!

With an upward kick, Hyena felt a massive force surge through his jaw and into his brain. He flew back a meter or two before crashing heavily onto the ground.

Blood began to pool at the back of his head. It was unclear how bad it was, but Li Changsheng didn't care.

Firstly, there were no cameras here. Secondly, it wasn't as bright as day; he was wearing a hoodie, so even if a passerby filmed him, the police wouldn't be able to identify him.

After all, this wasn't China. If such a violent incident happened back home, the police would immediately mobilize nearby cameras, analyze the footage frame by frame, and use facial recognition among other methods.

Wasn't there a news story recently? A foreigner committed a robbery in China and was arrested less than ten minutes after the incident started.

That guy was just unlucky to commit a crime in a place like a train station. You have to know that most of those places have police posts nearby; as soon as there's any trouble, an arrest can be made immediately.

He bent down to pick up the pistol from the ground. He didn't recognize the model, but it was an unexpected gain nonetheless.

Back home, he'd definitely end up behind bars for this, but here, finders keepers.

Stowing the pistol in his pocket, Li Changsheng started jogging away again.

However, it had been a bit dangerous just now. If he hadn't been fast enough—if the stone hadn't been just a tiny bit faster than the other guy—the bullet's trajectory wouldn't have been diverted.

Of course, Li Changsheng estimated that even then, he could have dodged it. This guy's marksmanship didn't seem like much, and with his wandering gaze, he lacked the alertness of a professional shooter.

The entire incident had lasted less than three minutes.

And that included the two-plus minutes of nonsense from that group.

The time Li Changsheng actually spent fighting was only about one second.

However, what Li Changsheng didn't notice was that a crowd had already gathered around the previous spot, consisting of the pedestrians who had originally wanted to hurry away.

But now they had stopped in their tracks, marvelling and discussing animatedly among themselves.

"Did you see that?"

"Yeah, he looked Asian. Was he Chinese? Chinese Kung Fu?"

"Kung Fu! Yes! It's Kung Fu! He must be Chinese because he's so low-key."

Well... they weren't wrong.

Some Americans actually find it quite easy to judge if someone is Chinese.

If the person is calm and low-key, there's a high probability they are Chinese. As for whether they might be Korean or Japanese, it's unlikely.

Koreans usually carry guns on them, while Japanese people are likely to kneel.

But Chinese people never kneel, unless you break their legs.

"So cool! It's true that all Chinese people know Kung Fu!"

"Incredible, I didn't even see his movements when he attacked. In just a few strikes, those guys were done for."

The crowd continued to gossip. As for why they didn't call the police or an ambulance? Sorry, they were just a bunch of thugs. Everyone was used to this kind of thing; only an idiot would call for those guys.

However, in the crowd, a young man wearing thick black-rimmed glasses slowly put away his phone.

This man's name was Markel, a YouTube streamer. At this moment, his eyes were shining as he carefully tucked his phone away and quickened his pace toward home.

It was past six, nearly seven, by the time he got back to Chinatown. The reason so much time had been wasted was because...

"I've seen it all now. Ten times? Have I broken a record?"

Li Changsheng felt helpless. On his way back, he had encountered a total of ten robbery attempts, but he had avoided them all with his wind-like speed, except for that one time.

An average person encountering seven would be considered quite a lot, because no one runs such a long distance at night in one go. The longer you walk at night, the more robberies you naturally encounter.

He went to a shop run by someone from Guangdong Province and had another meal of poached food before finally returning to the repair shop.

It wasn't just shops from Guangdong Province here; there were also people from Sichuan, Hunan, and even the Central Plains and Northern regions.

But the Guangdong shops were the cheapest because there were so many of them here. With high competition, the prices naturally weren't high.

But the price was the same as always: thirty dollars.

When he returned to the repair shop, it was already 8:30 PM. The shop was still brightly lit; some employees were busy, while others sat to the side smoking, drinking, and chatting. The atmosphere was very lively.

However, upon seeing Li Changsheng return, the boisterous noise suddenly fell silent.