American comic: From Beijing with Love, starting with a mutant.

The black shark leaped from the ground, opened its huge mouth, and viciously pounced on Stephen Chow.

"Watch out!" Amy exclaimed.

Stephen Chow remained calm and reached behind his waist with his right hand.

A flash of silver light, and the butcher's knife was drawn.

She slipped and dodged Black Shark's attack, twirling the butcher knife in mid-air before the back of the blade slapped Black Shark's cheek with a "smack".

The force of that shot was just right.

The black shark was spun around three times in mid-air before landing dizzily on the ground with a "plop."

"You wretched yellow-skinned monkey! I'm going to kill you!"

Black Shark, enraged and powerless underground, began frantically circling around Zhou Xingxing, relying on his ability to move through solid matter, searching for an opening and preparing to launch a second surprise attack.

Stephen Chow weighed the butcher knife in his hand.

"Since you're unwilling to be dignified, then I'll have to do it the way you do seafood at the market."

Black Shark leaped out from under the container to the left of Stephen Chow once again.

"The first step is to scrape off the scales!"

With a single swipe of his blade, Zhou Xingxing sliced ​​across the Black Shark's armor plate, slicing it into thin strips with a "whoosh," as smoothly as scraping fish scales.

"Fuck!" Black Shark exclaimed in shock and quickly dove underground.

Ten seconds later, Black Shark launched a sneak attack from behind.

"Step two, remove the gills!"

The butcher knife was thrust backward, the handle striking the black shark's armpit nerve plexus.

Black Shark let out a miserable cry as half of its body went numb, twitching like a dead fish embedded in the ground.

"The final step: pat the fish head!"

Stephen Chow gathered his strength in his dantian, shoved the butcher knife behind his waist, and then stomped his right foot on the ground.

The powerful internal force surged into the ground from the soles of Zhou Xingxing's feet.

This trick was originally used by him when he was selling pork to loosen the bones and tendons of the pork.

The whole rack of ribs was too hard for the customer to chop, so he used his internal strength to shake it under the cutting board, and the meat and bones naturally loosened.

Later he discovered that shaking people was even more effective than shaking pigs.

"Thump!"

Black Shark let out a muffled groan and was forced out of the ground and thrown into the air.

Finally, he collapsed to the ground, foaming at the mouth, his eyes rolling back, completely losing his fighting ability.

The dozen or so crew members watched as their leader was dealt with as easily as seafood, their legs went weak, and they scrambled back to the ship.

A sea breeze blew by, leaving two shoes that had been lost on the ground.

Stephen Chow sheathed his sword, walked over to Black Shark who was rolling his eyes, and squatted down.

"Crispy Shark, take my advice and stop getting involved in the underworld. When you get old, you won't even have a pension, and you'll have to pay for your own medical treatment when you're sick."

"Follow me, with your talent, you'll definitely be recognized as a city-level outstanding underground operations model worker within three years. I'll give you double pay and a big bonus then, how about it?"

Black Shark lay on the concrete ground of the dock, white foam still hanging from its mouth.

"Life is short, turn back before it's too late. Look how capable you are! You can swim in concrete, mud, and asphalt—what does that even mean?"

"Trenchless construction! Urban pipeline network upgrade!"

"Underground utility tunnel inspection! Landslide rescue! Preliminary exploration for subway tunnel boring machines!"

Lorna, standing to the side with her arms crossed, watched as Stephen Chow got more and more excited, almost using a butcher knife as a pointer to draw plans on the ground. Finally, she couldn't help but speak up: "If you keep talking, the ship is about to set sail."

Zhou Xingxing didn't turn his head: "Xiao Luo, don't interrupt. I'm doing career planning for potential talents."

Lorna said expressionlessly, "When you're making career plans, could you also think about how we're getting on board?"

"Wait a minute, it'll be ready soon—"

Stephen Chow continued to attack Black Shark.

"You're involved in organized crime now, collecting protection money and extorting illegal immigrants. What will you do when you're old?"

Do you have a pension?

Do you have medical insurance?

"If you spend too much time in concrete, will arthritis be considered a work-related injury? Who will determine that for you?"

Black Shark struggled to roll over and spat out a mouthful of sand.

"Shut up……"

Stephen Chow was even more heartbroken when he heard this.

"Look, they won't even listen to career planning advice."

"Typical American grassroots self-employed mindset: only focused on immediate cash, with no long-term security."

Black Shark's head buzzed, as if a hundred flies were singing and dancing around it.

"Please! Stop talking!"

Finally, tears welled up in Black Shark's eyes as he looked up at Stephen Chow with a complicated expression.

He had never met a Chinese person in a white suit in his entire life who, after blasting him out of the cement, advised him to go to China to fix sewers.

This is more insulting than killing him.

However, Black Shark gritted his teeth and insisted: "I will not go with you."

Why?

Black Shark pushed himself up and sat up, his voice hoarse: "I have a boat."

Stephen Chow: "You can bring the boat over. We have plenty of ports along the coast, Zhoushan, Ningbo, Shanghai, Shenzhen, you can choose whichever you like. If you want to experience inland waterway shipping, the Yangtze River is also open to you."

Black Shark's forehead vein throbbed.

"I have brothers."

Stephen Chow glanced at the two shoes that had run away from the dock.

"Your brother doesn't seem to have much organizational discipline."

Black Shark paused for a second, then said with a forced smile, "I still have business to do."

"Smuggling, extortion?"

"That's business."

Stephen Chow sighed.

"Okay, your level of awareness doesn't meet the hiring standards."

Black Shark sneered, "So you want to kill me?"

"Why do you keep talking about murder? You guys are so violent!"

Black Shark: "..."

Amy huddled behind Lorna: "He really won't kill him?"

Lorna replied expressionlessly, "No."

Stephen Chow patted Black Shark on the shoulder.

"Alright then, even if the deal falls through, we can still be on good terms. I won't force you."

"Forced relationships are never sweet, and people recruited under duress are more likely to become passive and unmotivated."

Black Shark watched him warily.

Stephen Chow held out his hand: "Five thousand US dollars for the boat ticket."

As he spoke, he gently tapped the handle of the butcher knife with his right thumb, causing the handle to spring out half an inch.

The moonlight fell on the blade, like a thin line of snow.

Black Shark felt a chill run down his spine.

"good!"

Stephen Chow smiled again.

"That's more like it! We're all civilized people, why make it so bloody?"

He pulled out the stack of US dollars from his pocket, his hands trembling as he counted the money.

With each sheet he counted, the pain on his face deepened.

"Five thousand exactly. And the receipt..."

Black Shark had just reached out to take the money when he heard the word "receipt," and his face turned dark.

"no."

Stephen Chow got anxious.

"How could there not be?"

"You have such a big ship, you charged ten thousand US dollars, and you didn't even give me a single piece of paper?"

"You could even just write 'Received $10,000 from Mr. Zhou for shipping services,' sign your name, and put your fingerprint on it, that would do!"

Black Shark gritted his teeth: "I was smuggling people! And I only took five thousand! You trying to embezzle, huh?!"

Stephen Chow lowered his voice: "So I've already been very understanding and haven't asked you for an invoice."

Black Shark glared at him.

Stephen Chow glared at him too.

The two stared at each other for half a minute.

Finally, Black Shark pulled half a crumpled bar flyer from his subordinate's pocket that had fallen to the ground and wrote a line on the back with a pencil.

"Received 10000 dollars."

Signature: Black Shark.

When Stephen Chow took a look, he frowned.

"Look up?"

Black Shark clenched his fist.

"Don't go too far."

Stephen Chow thought for a moment and then sighed.

"never mind."

"I understand that conditions at the grassroots level are harsh."

He carefully folded the half-finished flyer and stuffed it into his inner pocket.

Slug, with a complicated expression, leaned closer: "You're truly the first person I've ever seen successfully get a receipt from a smuggling captain."

Stephen Chow waved his hand.

"This is negotiation."

"The key to negotiation is not raising your voice, but grasping the other party's pain points."