Hunter x Hunter: Infinite Growth.

Now that the attack has begun, there's no reason to stop. Although he's not very good at fighting, he still has some experience in combat.

Taking advantage of the surprise attack, he relentlessly punched and kicked, drawing upon the results of his training over the past few days. He channeled his surging energy into the target areas, unleashing a burst of power to inflict even greater damage.

The tall, thin man tried his best to block, but was still hit in the shoulder by a solid punch.

He took several steps back from the impact, his eyes fixed on Kevin.

"You think you can underestimate me? Don't think you're the only one who can use this power. I've learned it too. Die!"

Kevin dodged the straight punch by tilting his head, his knuckles brushing against the shelf, and the two cans of engine oil fell to the ground with a thud.

The tall, thin man stepped back, kicking up oil stains all over the ground. Sweat stains seeped from his black work pants and glistened under the overhead light.

Was the judgment wrong?

In the instant before making his move, Kevin made a simple assessment of the enemy's potential strength.

During this time, he learned about the original owner of the body. Without a doubt, he looked sickly, like a bookworm who spent all his time in the laboratory. Apart from his gloomy expression, he had no intimidating presence.

But since his arrival, this man has actually been in a lower position than himself, but it's not out of fear, but rather more like feeling inferior to himself.

This performance convinced Kevin that his opponent's strength was definitely lower than his former self.

Kevin found the other person's behavior completely unacceptable. If they were selfish, he could have simply ignored it and left after they were gone.

Calling the police is not an option either, because "I" am not exactly innocent either.

So just take action directly; it's a good opportunity to test my current situation.

If all else fails, try American-style iaido.

While thinking, he dodged the opponent's attack by relying on muscle memory and feeling, and then landed a hook punch on the opponent's ribs.

Kevin heard a dull thud like something breaking, and his opponent stumbled and crashed into the side door of the van. Suddenly, the security alarm blared, piercing the rainy night.

The judgment was flawed, but not entirely wrong.

According to the other party, he seems to have only just mastered the so-called Qi and is in the beginner stage.

They might even be at the same stage as you, but your body has muscle memory, so your mastery of it will definitely be superior to theirs.

Amidst the rusty breaths, Kevin noticed the other man's right hand moving down along the gap in the car door—where a magnetic key case was hidden.

With the other hand, a wrench covered in engine oil suddenly swept across.

Kevin ducked to avoid it, and the metal tool slammed onto the shelf with a loud bang.

The fighting was accompanied by the terrified whimpers of the girls; if their mouths hadn't been gagged, they would have screamed long ago.

Aside from that one, the only blonde twin-tailed loli was tied up outside the car.

She was watching the two fight, her expression more like disdain.

He even seemed to want to open his mouth and say something, but in the end he held back.

The tall, thin man spun around and lashed out with his left leg like a whip at the shelf behind Kevin. The force of the blow was so great that the already shaky shelf collapsed instantly, and the items piled on it fell to the ground.

Kevin rolled to avoid the flying garage debris, his lower back slamming hard against the edge of the lift platform.

The tall, thin man, whose face was already bruised and swollen, did not press his advantage; instead, he ran towards the car door.

The other person had already opened the car door, and their bloodied fingertips were only half a palm's distance from the storage compartment.

There should be weapons there, most likely guns.

This idea came to Kevin's mind.

It's over.

He was prepared for the enemy to have guns, but the enemy prioritized using air attacks and close combat, which made Kevin want to test his progress. So he used the same approach to deal with them.

There's no need for that now.

"Don't move! I'll shoot if you move again!"

A chilling command and a gun barrel were simultaneously pointed at the man's back. His right hand, suspended in mid-air, froze five centimeters in front of the car's glove compartment, the black barrel gleaming coldly through the gap in the drawer.

The sound of the torrential rain pounding against the roller shutter door suddenly became deafening, echoing in the garage along with two heavy breaths.

The entire garage became quiet.

Including the girls who were just whimpering.

"Calm down, calm down, Kevin. At worst, you can have this shipment."

The tall, thin man slowly raised his hands, pulling his upper body back out of the car, and nervously stared at Kevin and the dark muzzle of the gun.

"If you want this shipment, just tell me. As a brother, how could I refuse you? So, could you put the gun down? Be careful not to let it go off accidentally."

The tall, thin man smiled stiffly, a fawning smile on his face.

Kevin didn't respond.

He was simply holding a gun, but his mind was already thinking about his next move.

Should we kill the other person?

Without a doubt, this is a very worthwhile option to choose.

The other person's actions clearly indicated that he knew the crimes his body had committed, and could even be considered an accomplice.

Faced with such a criminal, Kevin simply couldn't bring himself to let him go, even if it was selfish.

To be honest, the only option for human traffickers in his hands is death.

However, if the other party is tied up tightly and the police are called, he will definitely expose his crimes.

Although he was able to search for some information online, Kevin had no idea whether a multinational joint arrest warrant would be issued.

After all, he had seen similar arrest warrants online; there were many of them, and it seemed that there were even people specifically handling such transnational arrest warrants.

As someone who comes from a peaceful country, Kevin finds it hard to accept being wanted for no reason, even if the crimes were indeed committed by "himself".

Kill them, then call the police, and in the meantime, leave the country – that seems to be the best option.

Anyway, he had already prepared a strategy beforehand.

Thank goodness for this world, it seems that most countries use the same language and script, at least V5 does.

He didn't care at all, as he already lacked a sense of belonging.

"Damn it, I'll fight you to the death!"

The tall, thin man suddenly roared. He, who roamed the shadows, easily sensed Kevin's murderous intent.

Under such circumstances, he did not hesitate to choose to fight to the death.

Fueled by his will to survive, his energy erupted so violently that Kevin could clearly sense it.

The sudden burst of speed made the other person incredibly fast, crashing into Kevin's arms at a speed Kevin couldn't even react to.

Faced with the unexpected situation, Kevin reacted quickly, slamming his elbow down forcefully.

The powerful blow sent the tall, thin man screaming in pain.

But his will to survive left him with only the thought of fighting to the death, and even so, he didn't let go. He pushed Kevin, slamming him hard against the shelf.

Feeling the pain in my back.

Kevin could only attack downwards with force, using elbow strikes and knee strikes.

The energy strengthened his body, making him even more threatening in close combat.

Amidst screams, the tall, thin man lost his strength, slid to the ground, coughing up blood, and collapsed unconscious.

"Phew, it's just like a brawl between thugs," Kevin complained, panting.

He felt he should find a martial arts teacher or something to learn real fighting and combat later on.

They quickly tied up the tall, thin man who had fainted.

Kevin looked at the women who were staring at him in terror.

Then he looked at the blonde twin-tailed girl who had somehow gotten rid of her restraints.

He took the phone from the tall, thin man's waist and tossed it over.

"Call the police, that way you can be rescued."

Without hesitation, Kevin returned to his room and began packing his bags, preparing to flee.

Fortunately, he was prepared and got everything done in less than five minutes.

He glanced at the situation in the garage, gritted his teeth, and went back.

His sudden appearance terrified the girls who had been relaxing in the garage.

However, Kevin didn't even look at them, and went straight to the tall, thin man who was tied up.

"For scum like this, death is the best punishment. It's alright..."

Kevin muttered a pep talk to himself as he pointed his pistol at the thugs.

"call!"

"boom!"

Ignoring the girls' screams, Kevin quickly left, suppressing his wildly beating heart.