Esoteric Buddhism: To live as king in America

Her chest heaved violently, each breath accompanied by a sharp pain. Mian once again deeply realized how unsuitable her body was for strenuous exercise.

But he had to do it; to save Lisa, the little girl he had inadvertently gotten involved in, he had to get there before anything happened—

The unfinished construction site at No. 107 Qiaofu Street.

As he stepped into the unfinished building, a dozen or so gangsters hiding inside all pointed their guns at him.

Upon seeing his target arrive, the long-haired man tossed Lisa to his subordinates and walked to a position about ten meters in front of Mian, where he arrogantly taunted him.

"Hey, who do we have here? It's Mian. Long time no see, my brother Mian. Have you raised enough money to pay off your debts yet? Of course!"

The long-haired man laughed.

"Even if we can't raise the money, the 100 million bounty for killing you will be more than enough to pay it off."

Looking at the long-haired man in front of her and the gangsters around her, Mi An's lips twitched, and she felt a pang of regret.

Concentrating on guarding against the Celestial Cult's superhumans, Lisa assumed she had reached an agreement with Matt that as long as she didn't expose herself first, she would be safe and sound. She forgot about the gangsters she had previously provoked, and the various individuals drawn by the million-dollar bounty.

After all, compared to superhumans, these people had neither legitimate rights nor much strength. With Ain, who was gradually mastering her abilities, by her side, Mian could practically treat them as air and move around freely.

Only now, with Lisa being held hostage by these "air" objects, does Mian deeply regret his carelessness.

"Mr. Mian!"

Lisa, who was being restrained, anxiously called out his name. It seemed that the bastard gangster with long hair had already told her his name.

However, since the pseudonym was used to avoid involving Lisa in these matters, there's no reason to continue hiding it now.

"Miss Lisa, don't worry, I'll handle this."

Mian continued to offer Lisa a gentle smile, attempting to soothe her. However, the kind young lady seemed to feel no comfort whatsoever; instead, she grew even more agitated.

"No, Mr. Mian, you shouldn't have come. It will make you... uh."

Before Lisa could finish speaking, the long-haired man was back in front of her and punched her in the stomach.

Faced with the sudden attack, Lisa let out a painful groan and then appeared to faint, her body going limp and unable to move an inch. You...

"You bastard..."

Mian frowned, clenched his fists, and was about to step forward when he heard the sound of a bullet being chambered. The gun, now loaded, was not aimed at Mian, but at the dying Lisa.

"Mian".

The long-haired man licked his lips, his expression becoming increasingly grotesque.

"We're not some goblins in a game who just charge forward to their deaths. We've learned our lesson, so we'll remember it for next time."

The long-haired man leaned down, pressed the muzzle of the gun against Lisa's forehead, and tightened his finger on the trigger.

"You probably really did steal something incredible from the Anthropology, but so what? As long as you can't run at the speed of light like a hero in a comic book, I guarantee that before you knock us all to the ground with that wooden stick, this lady will definitely die by my gun first."

Mian's face was ashen, and his anger seemed to have reached its peak, but under the threat of the gun, he could only stand there like a wooden stake, unable to move.

"Calm down. I can pay you back."

"Oh?"

The long-haired man raised an eyebrow.

"Can you give us a million? I mean immediately, right now, not 'Please, Mr. Frankfurt, give me a little more time, I promise I'll pay you a million!' Save it, we're not that stupid."

The long-haired man gripped the gun tightly in his left hand, only gesturing to his subordinate with his right. Immediately afterwards, a saw was tossed at Mian's feet.

"Mian, first, dislocate one of your legs and arms to prove your sincerity."

"Mr. Mian..."

Lisa weakly raised her head and, with all her might, gestured to the person who had saved her: ignore her and leave immediately.

Mian simply gave a reassuring smile once again.

"Don't worry, Miss Lisa. There's a reason for everything. I promise I'll take responsibility. You'll get out safely."

Mian bent down, picked up the saw with his right hand, and then, with a grim face, pointed it at his left hand.

Mian's right hand trembled slightly. Even a tough man would hesitate when faced with the prospect of having a part of his body cut off. But the ruthless gangsters didn't care about such things.

"Hurry up, Mian. You know what? Maintaining this position is tiring. When it gets tired, your hands tend to shake, and when your hands shake, it can easily..."

The long-haired man deliberately shook his wrist holding the gun, startling Mi An.

"I'll do it right away."

Mian gritted his teeth and said.

He aimed the saw at his left hand, gritted his teeth, and pressed the saw down hard.

The serrated edge pierced through flesh and hooked onto bone. Then, with the lever action of her right arm, accompanied by a tooth-grinding sound of bone grinding, Mian began to cut her own arm in excruciating pain.

"Oh my god! He chopped it down! He chopped it down!"

The long-haired man and the other gangsters cheered, as if they were watching a farcical performance.

"How are you feeling now? How are you feeling, Mian?"

The long-haired man asked with a sinister grin, but he didn't expect to get an answer from Mian, because Mian was in great pain at the moment.

At that moment, Mian let out a muffled groan, his flushed face dripping with sweat. In those two blows, half of his left arm had already been sawed off.

Just admiring this scene was enough to bring the long-haired man immense pleasure.

First his hands, then his legs. The long-haired man had made up his mind to lure Mian step by step into sawing off his own hands and feet until he was completely dead. And even then, he wouldn't let Lisa go.

He'll get that girl addicted to drugs and then sell her into prostitution. He'll make sure everyone knows that offending the gang will lead to a terrible fate for not only himself but everyone involved.

As the long-haired man thought this, on the other side, Mian let out the loudest howl of pain he had ever heard. His entire left hand seemed to be connected to his body by only a thin layer of skin and flesh, and it was swaying weakly over there.

This should have been a very amusing scene, but for some reason, the long-haired man felt a bad premonition as he watched it.

Wait, wasn't that arm sawed a little too fast? Wait, is he not wearing any clothes under his coat? Wait, is there something hidden under his coat?

The long-haired man had this thought in his mind, but before he could react, a gunshot rang out.

"Bang!"

A dark gun barrel emerged from beneath Mian's coat; the "third hand" that shouldn't exist fired a bullet into the long-haired man's wrist.