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

"Clang!!!"

The bone castings fell from the sky and crashed into the ground.

Two meters away.

Stephen Chow emerged from the dust, glanced at the scratches on the corner of his suitcase, and felt like crying.

"Damn it! The quality of capitalist road construction is truly shoddy; there's not even a shoddy design!"

Having missed his target, Bone Cast turned around and patted his left shoulder with his right hand.

"Crack!"

He pulled a bone spear out of his body.

"You're quite the hider, aren't you, mouse?"

He raised the bone spear, aiming the tip at Stephen Chow.

"Let's see how you hide this time!"

Having said that, Bone Cast swung his bone spear at Zhou Xingxing.

"Cousin, watch closely!"

Stephen Chow assumed a horse stance, holding a butcher's knife horizontally in front of him.

"This approach allows grassroots cadres to directly address conflicts among the people!"

"Duang!"

The bone spear slammed into the blade that was rising from below.

As the fireball leaped, Bone Forging's eyes changed slightly; his attack was no small feat.

"Not bad strength."

With a cold snort, Bone Forge withdrew his bone spear and launched a series of fierce attacks.

Stephen Chow didn't fight head-on.

His steps were very light and quick, his figure sliding back and forth in the alley.

The bone spears missed their mark time and time again.

Apart from a little dust on his white suit, Stephen Chow was unharmed.

"Stop hitting me!"

While he was dodging, he was still trying to persuade him earnestly.

"Your ability to grow bone spurs actually shows great potential."

"I'll assign you a seismic structural testing position. Just stand there and the bridge load-bearing data will be maxed out."

"At the very least, you could become a teaching model for orthopedics at a medical school."

"roll!"

Bone-casting was so angry that his veins bulged and his eyes turned red.

He saw each of those words as an insult.

He's the head of the Las Vegas underworld!

This madman actually wants to send him to the medical school.

"Go to your mother's job!"

Seeing that his attack had failed, Bone Cast looked around and spotted the security personnel he had just left by the wall.

Bone Forged grinned, a smile that was both malevolent and cold.

With a flick of his right arm, the bone spear pierced directly into his chest. Then, the bone forging exerted its power to lift the man up and slam him towards Zhou Xingxing.

Completely unprepared for his response, Stephen Chow instinctively reached out to catch it.

In that very second, the bone spear flew out of his hand and headed straight for Stephen Chow.

"Tsk, you're lucky to be alive."

Fortunately, Stephen Chow, who caught the man, reacted quickly enough. As he caught the security guard, he shifted his shoulder, and the bone spear grazed the white suit and embedded itself into the wall behind him.

He put the person down, but the security guard had stopped breathing.

His eyes were wide open, his lips trembled, but he only spat out a mouthful of blood.

The hand wearing the wedding ring was still twitching unconsciously.

The employee badge hanging there swayed twice, revealing a photo.

In the photo, he is hugging a chubby little boy, and there is a woman smiling gently next to him.

He was not a hero, not a soldier, and not even a participant in the conflict.

He's just a security guard on the night shift, and after get off work he might have to go to the convenience store to buy his child a box of discounted donuts.

He died just like that, at the hands of the thugs his boss employed.

Bone Forging remained completely unmoved; to him, it was merely an insect that he could crush with a flick of his wrist.

The dark alleyway fell silent.

The only sound was the soft thud of blood dripping into a puddle.

"Hey, buddy..."

The King of Cards subconsciously lowered his voice.

The Asian man who had just been spouting nonsense and grinning was now standing there with his head down.

Stephen Chow looked up and said seriously, "He's just an employee."

The voice was very low.

Bone Forged frowned: "What did you say?"

"I said... he's just an employee!"

"I'm stuck with a fixed salary, working night shifts with dark circles under my eyes, and still have to pay my mortgage, medical insurance, and support my wife and kids!"

"What divine law did he break that you want his life?!"

Stephen Chow walked forward step by step.

The strategist next to him was very puzzled.

But the man's anger was strange.

It wasn't for money, it wasn't for face, and it wasn't for myself.

The empathy of working-class people ignited Ling Lingqi's murderous intent.

Bone Cast was taken aback at first, then threw his head back and laughed wildly.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"So what if a security guard dies?"

He cracked his neck, a sinister grin spreading across his face. "If I wanted to, I could slaughter every last piece of trash on this street tonight!"

"Who the hell do you think you are, daring to stand up for him?"

Stephen Chow stopped in his tracks, twirling the butcher knife halfway through his palm.

"Bone hyperplasia, kinetic energy absorption... Hmm, a mutated fat pig suffering from severe calcified periostitis."

"court death!"

Bone Forged lunges forward, using its entire body of bone spurs as weapons to crash into Zhou Xingxing.

"Get out of the way!"

Stephen Chow did not dodge, but strode forward.

A flash of silver light appeared.

The King of Cards' vision blurred, and before he could see how the knife moved, he heard a very soft sound.

Bone-cast right fist froze in mid-air.

The fingers on that bone fist hung limply, no longer able to form a fist.

Stephen Chow's knife severed his tendons!

"what!"

Bone Cast only then realized what was happening.

But Stephen Chow didn't stop. He tapped the back of the knife against Bone Castor's knee, causing a numbness on the outside of his knee. The blade then slashed into the gap between the knee joints.

"Click!"

The cruciate ligament ruptured, causing the bone structure to lose balance, resulting in kneeling on one knee.

The King of Cards felt a chill run down his spine.

Is this some kind of slaughterhouse master butcher handling a beast that can curse?

No matter how hard the opponent's bone armor is, it's useless.

Stephen Chow doesn't work with bones at all; he looks for joints, tendons, and soft tissues.

Bone Cast swings his left arm, trying to grab Stephen Chow.

"Crack!"

Stephen Chow lightly touched the ground with his toes and leaped into the air.

The butcher's knife cut into the gap between the shoulder blade and collarbone, and the bone-cast left arm hung limply.

Immediately afterwards, the same dislocation sound came from my right shoulder.

The two arms, covered in bone spurs, could no longer be lifted.

"at last."

Zhou Xingxing landed, swung his sword horizontally with a backhand motion, the blade flashing close to the ground.

"puff."

The bone-cast ankle felt cold, and the Achilles tendon was severed.

The monster leader, who had been so arrogant just moments before, lay dead in a pool of blood.

All four limbs are useless, and he is unable to move.

"You dare cripple me?!"

"You piece of trash! You're finished!"

"I will find out who you are! I will find all your relatives and friends!"

"The men are chopped up and fed to the dogs, the women are sold into brothels!"

The King of Cards frowned and took half a step forward.

"This guy has a troublesome background. Let's leave now, there's still time."

Stephen Chow looked down at him without saying a word.

The knife tip hung at his side, and beads of blood rolled down the blade.

Bone Castor kept cursing, and the more he cursed, the dirtier and sillier it became.

His face was all scrunched up.

"Go ahead and kill me if you dare! If you don't kill me, I'll kill your whole family!"

"I've never seen anyone like you who actively makes requests... in my entire life."

The blade flashed, clean and swift.

The cursing stopped abruptly.

His eyes were still wide open; he couldn't believe, even in death, that the other person really dared to strike.

A moment later, the head slid off and rolled to Stephen Chow's feet.

The King of Cards gasped.

Decisive, ruthless, and leaving no room for future trouble.

This ruthless decisiveness sent a chill down his spine, even for a seasoned conman who had spent years in the underworld.

As soon as the knife was sheathed, Stephen Chow's cold and ruthless demeanor vanished.

"Oops! I'm so done!"

Stephen Chow tenderly pinched the hem of his white suit jacket.

There was a bloodstain on it, which was particularly conspicuous.

"Oh no! Dry cleaning will cost extra again!"

He looked at the King of Cards with grief and indignation.

"Does your capitalist system have any reimbursement for workplace injuries? My injuries were sustained in the line of duty while upholding the dignity of the working people; theoretically, they should be covered by the International Proletarian Mutual Aid Fund!"

The King of Cards had only one thought in his mind.

This man is sick.

Very ill.