Esoteric Buddhism: To live as king in America

"...Don't be so rude, miss. It's just about making friends..."

"We just wanted to buy you a drink, to go to the hotel..."

"No, I won't go, please."

Mian paused, his brow furrowing. He gestured for Ain to be quiet, and the two quietly approached the corner from which the sound was coming.

In the dim light, three young men in smart suits were seen forming a semi-circle, blocking a girl in a pink dress with flaxen hair against the wall at the end of the alley.

One of the men, with slicked-back hair and a frivolous yet menacing smile, approached step by step. The girl's azure eyes were already brimming with tears as she retreated in terror, but was eventually cornered against the wall.

The slick-haired man reached out his hand to the girl, who tried to push him away, but his companion grabbed her wrist and held it firmly.

It seemed a scheme to force an innocent young girl was about to unfold in this alley. Mian quickly glanced around, only to find that the hotel security guards and patrolling police were all quite far away, and there was no possibility of calling them over in a short time.

Just then, Ain tugged at Mian's sleeve, her pure eyes staring straight at him, as if asking him "whether the knight's intervention is needed."

"You stay here, I'll handle this."

Mian patted Ain's head and said softly.

As a teacher, Mian could never tolerate such behavior in front of children who needed to be taught. But having Ain do it was a different matter.

Firstly, children don't know their own strength, and these people don't deserve to die. Secondly, if they were really killed, given their respectable appearance near the Donna Hotel, they are most likely wealthy and influential second-generation heirs, making them a real hassle to deal with.

Therefore, this task can only be done by him.

Mian took a deep breath and rushed into the narrow, dark alley.

By this time, the three well-mannered young men had completely subdued the girl and even took out a handkerchief that looked like it contained a sleeping potion from their pockets, clearly intending to do something wicked.

"Stop! What are you trying to do?"

Mian shouted loudly, trying to scare the three away.

The shout startled the three men for a moment, but when the leader, a man with slicked-back hair, turned around and saw that the newcomer was just a thin, weak Asian of the Rising Sun, a cold smile appeared on the faces of all three of them.

"Who do you think is some old man? Turns out he's just a poor, yellow-skinned wretch. If I were you, I wouldn't get involved in this kind of thing. I'd better run for my life. Now get lost."

"That's what the slicked-back-haired man said arrogantly."

Then he saw the thin man in front of him not only not wanting to run away, but instead walking towards him alone, as if he wouldn't give up until he intervened.

This completely enraged the man with the slicked-back hair.

"Alright, you want to be a hero and save the damsel in distress? Then I'll grant your wish. You two, restrain this little girl first."

The man with the slicked-back hair said this while cracking his wrists.

However, before he could finish speaking, he had already rushed in front of Mian and slammed his fist, the size of a sandbag, straight into Mian's face.

The two young men watching both wore expressions of anticipation, believing that the slender, seemingly refined young man of Asian descent could not possibly withstand such a punch.

However, just as the fist was about to touch his nose, Mian's body shifted slightly to the side, and his head narrowly avoided the attack.

Almost simultaneously, he lowered his stance and his right fist drew a sharp arc from bottom to top, striking the slick-haired man's chin with perfect accuracy.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, the slick-back-haired man collapsed to the ground without uttering a sound, his eyes rolling back in his head.

Mian shook her slightly numb wrist, feeling little emotional.

He never served in the military, nor was he a regular at the gym, but he grew up in a family of civil servants with strong beliefs, and from a young age, his father and uncles took him to participate in various activities.

He still remembers how his cousin dragged him into the boxing gym under the guise of "strengthening his body," and tortured him with a series of punches until he cried for his parents.

That was truly an unbearable memory. But it was precisely because of this experience that Mian, even without any so-called "golden finger," was not powerless.

"Although this didn't really work on those incredibly powerful opponents we encountered before."

Mian cursed inwardly, then shouted at the two young men who were still standing.

"I've already called the police. They'll be here soon, so you'd better leave quickly."

This was a mild warning, and Mian still hoped for a peaceful resolution.

But at this moment, the two youths clearly didn't listen to what Mian said.

Startled by the sight of his companion falling to the ground instantly, he was immediately blinded by rage, his eyes turning bloodshot, and he roared as he lunged forward from both sides.

Taking advantage of their height and strength, they tried to overpower Mian with brute force.

Faced with the pincer attack, Mian advanced instead of retreating. He made full use of the footwork and dodging skills his cousin had taught him, like a slippery fish, crouching low.

As one thug missed his punch and leaned forward, Mi An dodged another man's sweeping leg and then slammed his elbow into the ribs.

The man cried out in pain and curled up like a shrimp. At the same time, Mian seized the opportunity when another thug was exposed during his attack and delivered a clean and decisive hook punch to his temple.

"Thump! Thump!"

Two muffled thuds sounded almost simultaneously, and the two thugs who had been so aggressive just moments before collapsed onto the dirty ground, just like their companion, completely incapacitated.

Seeing the three perpetrators lying on the ground, Mian breathed a sigh of relief, his tense nerves relaxing slightly. He turned around, preparing to walk towards the girl who had been huddled in the corner, trembling, and offer her a helping hand.

However, the moment he took a step, the previously silent girl suddenly screamed with all her might, "Watch out behind you!"

The man with the slicked-back hair struggled to his feet. As the son of a city councilor, he had never suffered such humiliation.

He looked at Mian, who had turned his back to him, and his reason was overwhelmed by anger. He grabbed a broken iron pipe from the roadside and smashed it down hard on the back of Mian's head with all his might.

"Go to hell! You meddlesome bastard!"

The girl closed her eyes in despair, tears streaming down her face. She knew that for that kind man, this blow was probably unavoidable.

"when--"

A deafening explosion rang out in the alley.

The anticipated tragedy did not occur. Mian stood unharmed, not even swaying. The iron pipe he had deflected, however, was strangely bent into an exaggerated arc near its end, as if it had been crushed by an unimaginable force!

The entire room fell silent. Whether it was the slick-haired man who had just delivered the fatal blow or the terrified girl, they all stared in disbelief at the scene, their minds blank.

The next second, Mian slowly turned around. His eyes were as cold as knives, and the aura emanating from him made the slick-haired man involuntarily shiver. Before the other party could react, Mian moved. He took a step forward, his right fist clenched, and struck the slick-haired man's face with lightning speed.

"Bang!"