Taoist priest goes to America

The white narcissistic woman's knees were almost touching the back of Ang Lee's chair. Her eyes were fixed on the back of Ang Lee's head.

Ang Lee also turned his head and stared back defiantly at the narcissistic white woman.

She just stared at Ang Lee's face, her gaze unfocused.

The streetlights outside the car window passed by one after another, their orange-yellow light casting alternating shadows on the back of Ang Lee's head.

The narcissistic white woman didn't speak, didn't move her eyes, and didn't even blink.

Her eyes were light blue, almost filling the entire white of her eyes. Ang Lee could feel her pupils dilating slightly in the darkness, and her blue irises flashing as the streetlights passed by.

Her Black boyfriend next to her was also watching, his gaze as blank as his girlfriend's.

The older woman was still rubbing her feet, one rub after another, the rhythm synchronized with the breathing of everyone in the carriage.

Ang Lee glanced at the middle-aged woman in front of him. She was still rubbing her feet, and white flakes of skin were falling from her feet onto the floor of the aisle.

Ang Lee waited a while, waiting for them to make the first move.

Ang Lee stared at her, and the narcissistic white woman stared back at Ang Lee; no one spoke.

The only sounds in the carriage were the low hum of the engine and the buzzing of a fly somewhere. The light in the carriage flickered, but no one moved.

Suddenly, Ang Lee's right hand emerged from his sleeve, two fingers spread, reaching towards the back of his right neck.

The older woman behind him swung her hand forward with a karate chop, aiming for the side of his neck.

"Snap—" His two fingers precisely clamped the hand knife behind his right neck, his index and middle fingers coming together like chopsticks, trapping the old woman's palm.

The skin on the woman's palm clung to his fingers, rough and dry, with white flakes of skin under her fingernails. Her wrist was hard, the muscles taut like a rock.

Without turning his head, with an barely suppressed smile on his lips, Ang Lee spoke.

Are you mentally challenged?

He pushed the woman's wrist forward slightly, then pulled it back, as if fiddling with a disobedient tool. The woman's body was pulled forward slightly by his force.

"You're using a trick that even a child wouldn't be fooled?"

Ang Lee's tone was like talking to a student who failed an exam, and it was really hard to keep up with his childish tricks like pretending to be asleep.

"Your breathing rate changed the moment you got on the bus. When others inhale, you exhale; when others exhale, you inhale. You try to adjust your breathing to match their rate, but the more you adjust, the more chaotic it becomes."

The woman didn't answer; her mouth was moving, her upper and lower teeth grinding against each other, making a soft "crunching" sound.

Her hand twisted between Ang Lee's two fingers, trying to pull it back, but she couldn't. Ang Lee's two fingers were like a pair of pliers, completely immovable.

"You thought I couldn't see you when I turned to look at those two?" Li An mocked, gradually increasing the pressure with his two fingers, causing the old woman's hand to twist and contort with a "crackling" sound.

The old woman stopped grinding her teeth, and her mouth opened, emitting a primal, spine-chilling sound, like the inhuman noise of a rusty iron door being forcibly pushed open.

The roar exploded in the carriage, and the windows shook.

Everyone on the bus moved at the same time. The old man who had been picking at his boil sprang up from his seat, pus dripping onto his coat.

The blond youth, soaking wet, convulsed as he stood up, his neck tilted to one side, his mouth open, and saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth, forming a transparent strand.

The woman in the red jacket whose arm had been broken swung her bent left arm, her forearm swinging behind her like a wobbly pendulum.

The man in the gray trench coat, the woman getting her nails done, the worker drinking beer, the old man sleeping… everyone stood up at the same time, turned to Ang Lee at the same time, and took their first step at the same time. Their movements were perfectly synchronized, like an army that had rehearsed countless times.

Ang Lee flicked his right hand, sending the woman's wrist flying. The woman flew backward, crashing into the old man behind her who was picking at his boils. The two of them fell into the aisle together, the boils on the old man's face bursting open and smearing the woman's face with pus.

The first person to rush towards him was the blond youth. His body was cold and wet, carrying the fishy smell of river water, and water droplets from his hair dripped onto Li An's arm.

He opened his mouth and bit at Ang Lee's neck, his mouth emitting a putrid stench, like a dead fish that had been baking in the sun all day.

Ang Lee turned to the side and used his right hand to chop the man's Adam's apple.

It made a crisp "snap" sound, like a straw that had been soaked in water breaking.

The blond youth tilted his head back and fell to the ground.

Ang Lee brought his right hand together in a chop motion and stabbed upwards at the chin of another person who stepped forward.

That person was the black female driver who had been driving in front. Ang Lee chopped her fat chin with his hand, and the fat rippled like waves under Ang Lee's great force, splitting apart like Lego bricks to form an upward triangle.

A large amount of saliva immediately spurted from the Black female driver's mouth and sprayed out from her large nostrils, landing on the ceiling of the car.

A large amount of red saliva splattered onto the incandescent light bulb, turning the light a dark red.

A smear of red saliva almost got on Li An's fingertip, and Li An pulled his hand away.

The middle-aged woman with the triangular chin fell forward, landing on the back of the seat in front of her, then slid off the back and lay face down in the aisle.

Her chubby fingers were still outstretched, as if trying to get up, but they only touched the floor twice before she stopped moving.

The third was the man in the gray trench coat. He moved much faster than the blond youth, his hand emerging from his trench coat, gripping a screwdriver he seemed to have pulled out of nowhere, and thrusting it directly at Ang Lee.

The tip of the screwdriver was magnified in Ang Lee's eyes, and the metallic luster reflected off the tip.

Ang Lee didn't back down. He grabbed the gray trench coat's wrist with his left hand and pressed down. The screwdriver slid past Ang Lee's ear and stuck into the back of the seat behind him.

Ang Lee's right hand slipped under his armpit, diagonally wrapping around his arm, his fingers emerging from the shoulder of the gray trench coat.

"Snap—" With a forceful movement, Li An dislocated the arm of the man in the gray trench coat.

The man in the gray trench coat opened his mouth and let out the same roar as the old woman from before.

Red blood seeped from the shoulders of his gray trench coat, trickling down his arm. Li An pulled out his hand knife and kicked him in the knee, causing his knee to bend backward and he fell to his knees.

The woman who was pricking her nails jumped up from the back seat and stabbed the needle in her hand toward Ang Lee's neck.

Ang Lee grabbed her hand with his left hand and pressed it onto the armrest of the seat.

The knife pierced the back of her hand with its right hand, the tip of the knife emerging from her palm, pinning her hand to the plastic handrail.

Her body writhed violently as she reached for Li An's dagger with her left hand. Li An snatched the needle from her hand and plunged it into her head.

The needle sank in until only the tip was sticking out. Her body stopped moving, then went limp.

A worker drinking beer swung a beer bottle at Ang Lee. Lee dodged to the side, and the bottle hit the woman in the red jacket behind him.

The bottle shattered in the woman's face, sending shards of glass flying into her face.

Ang Lee sidestepped the charging worker, grabbed his wrist with his left hand, and sliced ​​the tendon in his right wrist with a knife. The worker's fingers spread open, and another beer bottle slipped from his hand.

Ang Lee's second cut went down and sliced ​​into the back of the worker's right knee, instantly wiping the worker's right leg.

Ang Lee simply grabbed his severed right tendon and slammed him backward, causing him to collide head-on with the woman in the red jacket.