He lives on another planet and is majoring in Earth Science.

Lee Ki's hands spun rapidly 360 degrees, like rubber.

"Rubber, rubber, machine gun!"

His arm stretched out more than ten meters, moving as fast as a machine gun, leaving a black afterimage in the air.

Fists rained down on the enemy's face, and in an instant, a large number of the crippled gang members fell to the ground.

The enemy retreated while firing, shouting, "God damn, they have Luffy!"

The fat man stared wide-eyed, the two large white sclera standing out starkly against his dark face: "WTF! One Piece is real?"

Delulu walked out gracefully with cat-like steps, her body moving freely like a dancer, deftly dodging every bullet.

A bullet came straight at her face, and she grabbed Lee Ki to shield herself.

The bullet struck Lee Ki squarely in the philtrum.

"Hey, if you want to show off, do it yourself, don't use me as a shield."

"Oh, I just think it's more elegant this way, meow."

With a leap, Delulu tackled the enemy to the ground, her claws flashing across his face, leaving a trail of bloody scratches.

The enemy cried out in agony, "Help! Your nail polish is embedded in my face!"

The fat man peered out from under the oil tank: "OMG, this woman is insane!"

Shark used all four legs to rush out like a bullet, and a headbutt sent the person flying three meters away.

He maneuvered among the enemy.

A gun is fast from ten paces away; within ten paces, Shark is both fast and accurate.

Shark's movements are so fast they leave afterimages, making it impossible for enemies to aim at it.

They could only watch as he kicked them three meters away.

"That kid is terrifying! I can't catch him."

"What's so great about a child?

In an instant, the two people who were speaking were sent flying three meters to either side.

Bonnie, lying under the car, was sweating profusely as she watched.

Is this child even human?

Milia gave a silly smile, making the "Crippled Gang Killer" sign with one hand while holding two pistols in the other.

When the enemy saw her making a provocative gesture, they all opened fire on her.

The bullet pierced her body and struck Li Ji in the distance.

Li Ji pulled the bullet out of his waist: "No way, you shot me from behind too?"

Milia turned around and bowed repeatedly to him: "I'm sorry, my mucus concentration is relatively low, so it can't dissipate force."

As he spoke, a bullet pierced Milia's mouth and landed in Liki's.

Li Ji spat it out casually, like spitting out sunflower seed shells.

The enemies were terrified, their legs went weak: "Fuck Jesus! They're unkillable!"

Milia turned around, a silly grin on her face, and fired two shots into the enemy's legs.

One by one, the enemies fell to the ground, raising their hands to retaliate, but Milia struck their hands again.

"This is so interesting, hehe!"

Watching the bullet pierce Milia, the wound quickly healed.

The fat man completely lost all his strength: "Are we really still in the real world?" A few minutes later, the entire bridge arch returned to calm, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood.

Dozens of Niggs lay on the ground, all still breathing, but each in their own miserable state.

Some people were beaten black and blue, some had their faces scratched and covered in blood, some had bullets in their limbs and blood was slowly flowing out, and some had broken ribs and were emitting slight cries of pain.

Li Ji said to his companions behind the oil drums, "Come out, it's over."

Fatty and Bonnie walked out from behind, trembling.

"God Damn! You guys are fire! You know what I'm saying."

Fat Man never forgot the afternoon he fought against the Crippled Gang with four newcomers, and he even wrote songs to commemorate the battle more than once.

Years later, when Fat Man appeared on America's largest hip-hop radio station, the host asked him a question.

"Hey, Fatty. Let's talk about your favorite song, 'My Bro.' You've mentioned many times that there's not a single exaggeration in it, it's all realistic. Are you sure? Because we all know that your bros in this song are almost as numerous as the Avengers."

“Na~na~na~” Fatty smiled and shook his head. “You’ve never seen my brothers. If you had seen them, if you had witnessed what they did to those 46 cripples on the afternoon of November 11, 2025, you would know I wasn’t lying. I remember every detail of that day clearly, and I’ll never forget it. It’s true. They’re stronger than Captain America. My good brother LK, he’s Black Luffy.”

The host tilted his head and frowned: "Are you sure?"

"One hundred million percent!"

"Emmm, in the lyrics you wrote, 'My brother LK, bullets turned his head into corncobs, but he's fine, his hands can extend several meters, like Luffy,' 'My sister Lil Lulu, her dance moves are like a cat and like kung fu, bullets can't keep up with her movements,' and this line, 'My brother 3shark, he's a kid but super good at fighting, he took down a dozen idiots with guns with his bare hands,' 'My sister Milove, the incarnation of the phoenix, strong and tough, bullet wounds heal instantly, she smiles like she's sick.' You mean, all these lyrics are true?"

The fat man nodded firmly: "Absolutely, it couldn't be more true. They saved my life, and I will never forget what happened that day, even if I die."

Because of this incident, fans jokingly called Fatty the Pirate King, but he never changed his nickname.

After the bridge incident, Fatty drove his battered car back to their hideout—a government-subsidized housing building.

The main entrance downstairs was surrounded by an iron fence, making it look like a camp for people in the zombie era.

These fences are to prevent rival gangs from intruding.

The building is mostly inhabited by members of their gang and their relatives. A small number of unrelated residents are also under their protection, but they have to pay some protection money.

The fat man walked into the hall, and the others looked at him with incredulous eyes.

"OMG, boss, you're back alive?"

"You still have the nerve to ask? Weren't you arrested?"

"He was released after squatting for a while. He took some medication; it's nothing."

The fat man shouted angrily, "A small matter? We were almost beaten to death. More than forty people were shooting at us with submachine guns. Go and see my car, it's almost wrecked!"

"Then how did you manage to come back alive?"

The fat man didn't answer: "Call the leaders, come to the hall for a meeting."

The group of Black children excitedly dispersed, shouting from house to house, "Our leader is back alive! Our leader is back alive!"

In the low-rent apartment building, every household poked their heads out, and everyone looked on in surprise.

Everyone had just been released from the police station and heard that the boss went to inspect graffiti on new territory and was attacked by more than forty members of the Crippled Gang.

How could they possibly break through the encirclement with just a few people and four hotheads?
The largest room on the first floor is the conference room.

The core members of the gang were arguing incessantly.

"I want to be the boss! Everyone will vote for me!"

"Choose you my ass! You're fat ass, I'm the one everyone wants to pick."

"You two stop arguing, let's just call everyone to vote."

As soon as they opened the door, they saw the fat man standing there, looking fierce, followed by four hotheads chatting and laughing. (End of Chapter)