Taoist priest goes to America

"Hey……"

The tall, thin policeman reacted the fastest, reaching for his sidearm the moment he saw Ang Lee.

"I have a bad feeling about this." The tall, thin policeman's Adam's apple bobbed. "Should we run?"

The bald man was taking the rubber baton off his waist and clapping it twice in his palm when he heard this, and he let out a disdainful sneer from his nose.

The fat man chuckled, his greasy face covered in beads of sweat, as if he'd heard the funniest joke of the night.

"You're an old cop, why are you afraid of these ghosts and spirits?" The bald man laughed the loudest, patting the tall, thin policeman on the shoulder as he laughed.

"He's just a madman in animal skin. These days, there are plenty of people who are hallucinating from taking drugs. I've even seen people strip naked and smear smears on themselves."

"Watch this." The bald man twirled the baton, the shaft spinning between his fingers before landing steadily in his palm, and then he strode forward to meet him.

Fatty Kex chuckled along, his thick belly bulging like three layers of swimming rings, the fat on it jiggling as he laughed.

He even turned his head back, his hand still pressing on the girl. She was just a lunatic; she wasn't worth ruining his good deed.

"Trying to cosplay Jack the Ripper with a dagger, huh?" The bald man grinned, revealing a row of yellow teeth. He swung his baton, took two steps away from Li An, and raised it to point at Li An's face. "Idiot—"

A red light flashed.

The speed was so fast that the bald man didn't even have time to react. He only saw something turn red in front of him, and then his hand suddenly felt lighter.

The upper part of the baton flew off.

The broken rubber baton tumbled a few times in the air before landing with a thud a few meters away, its cut smooth and clean, as if it had been sliced ​​off by something extremely sharp.

The bald man stood there, staring blankly at the remaining half of the police baton in his hand.

Then he looked up and was met with Ang Lee's fist.

The oncoming fist exploded with dozens of fleshy spikes, each as thick as a finger, which grew out of the fist like a blooming caltrop.

The fist flew through the air with a hissing sound, hitting the bald goose squarely in the face.

With a bang, the fierce goose face was mangled the moment the fist made contact.

The beak was the first to break, crushed into a flat dent. The yellow teeth were smashed to pieces by the immense force. The entire goose face looked as if it had been pressed under a hydraulic press, turning from convex to concave.

The bald goose flew backward, spitting blood, and crashed into a pile of garbage in the corner. Several black plastic garbage bags were torn open, and the leftover food inside spilled out and covered its body.

Its goose feet were still twitching, and blood slowly seeped out from under the garbage heap, staining the ground red.

"Hold--!"

The tall, thin policeman cursed and raised his gun. Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger, and the gunshot rang out in the narrow alley.

Ang Lee ducked and dodged the bullet a second before he pulled the trigger. The bullet grazed Lee's side and hit the opposite wall, sending up a cloud of brick dust.

Ang Lee pushed off the ground with both feet, sliding almost flat on the ground, and appeared in front of the tall, thin policeman in the next second.

Ang Lee didn't use his fist; instead, he tilted the short sword in his right hand during the thrust, thrusting it upwards. The tip of the sword precisely pierced the wrist of the tall, thin policeman holding the gun, exiting through the back of his wrist.

The tall, thin policeman's fingers suddenly lost all strength, and his police gun slipped from his hand, but before it could fall, it was caught by Ang Lee's left hand.

Then Ang Lee drew his short sword, swung it downwards, and sliced ​​through the tall, thin policeman's right foot, severing his Achilles tendon.

A sharp pain shot through his wrist and ankle simultaneously. The tall, thin policeman screamed and collapsed to the ground. Tomato juice gushed from the wounds on his wrist and ankle, pooling into a dark red puddle on the dirty cement floor.

The bald man tried to push himself up with his hands, but his hands wouldn't obey him at all, and he could only writhe helplessly on the ground like an insect that had been turned over.

The fat policeman's face had lost all color and lewd grin. He was so frightened that he shoved the girl away and reached for the walkie-talkie on his waist.

Ang Lee was even faster than him.

Ang Lee grabbed his half-unbuckled belt and yanked it hard. The belt was pulled out with a ripping sound, and the pistol and walkie-talkie flew out together, crashing into the depths of the alley with a clang.

The fat man glanced down at his empty waistband, then looked up at the person in front of him, whose body was covered in dark red flesh and blood. His face turned ashen with fright.

His hands were trembling violently, but he still raised the pepper spray in his right hand and aimed it at Ang Lee. His left hand clutched his trousers, which had slipped down, and he yelled in a hoarse voice, "Don't come any closer—I said don't come any closer—!"

As soon as Li An raised his hand, a blood-red throwing knife shot out from under his wrist, spinning and cutting through the air, hitting the fat man's right hand holding the sprayer.

Three fingers were severed at the base by a throwing knife, and the fingers fell to the ground along with the pepper spray.

"Ah—!" The fat man screamed, clutching his bleeding hand. Blood gushed from the cut, spraying all over his face.

Before his scream had even finished, Ang Lee had already raised his leg. His soles were covered in sharp, fleshy spikes, each one gleaming with a terrifying dark red light.

Ang Lee kicked the fat man's right knee hard with his foot. The spikes pierced through the thick fat and trousers, and the kneecap made a crisp cracking sound under the crushing force of the spikes.

The fat man screamed as he lost his balance, slid off the car, and crashed heavily to the ground.

He used his remaining, relatively intact hand to support himself as he crawled backward, his fingernails digging into the ground. His pants slid down to his knees, revealing his two fat, white thighs.

The fat man shook his head as he crawled, repeatedly chanting, "No, no, no—"

Ang Lee bent down, picked up the can of pepper spray from the ground, weighed it in his hand, then squatted down and aimed it at the fat pig's face.

"Hiss—" Orange-red chili oil mist sprayed out from the nozzle, covering the fat pig's entire face.

The pig's eyes were severely burned when they came into contact with capsaicin. Blisters formed on the eyeballs, and eventually, both eyes bulged out of their sockets, covered with a layer of white, cloudy substance burned by the capsaicin.

Ang Lee tossed the empty pepper spray can behind him, and it rolled into the trash heap with a clatter.

His gaze moved downwards and saw between the fat pig's legs; the fat man's pants had long since slipped down to his knees, revealing a pair of dirty underwear underneath.

Lee An's shoe tip was covered with bloody spikes. He raised his foot, aimed at that spot, and kicked down with all his might.

The first kick pierced through the pig's underwear, and the fat pig let out a scream that seemed to come from the depths of his soul, his whole body curling up like a shrimp.

The second kick pierced through with even more spikes, and bright red chili sauce seeped from his underwear, staining the inside of his fat thighs. The pig's screams changed into muffled whimpers.

The third kick, the fourth kick, the fifth kick... each kick brought up more red pepper sauce, each kick made the fat pig twitch violently on the ground.

The fat pig's struggles went from frantic to weak, and then to complete stillness. His crotch area was no longer recognizable; all that remained was a clump of crushed red pepper sauce.

The red pepper sauce and pieces of underwear were mixed together in a ball. The fat man had screamed until he was exhausted, and tears, snot, and saliva mixed together and flowed onto the ground.

Ang Lee pulled his foot back, the spikes on the toe of his shoe retracting into his flesh, leaving only the sole still dripping blood.