An American knife seller? No, please acknowledge me as your godfather.

"this……"

The tattooed man ignored Lynn's words and covered his arm, his face full of disbelief!

He even tried shaking his arms and swinging them around once.

Apart from some muscle soreness, my joints have completely recovered.

What kind of Eastern witchcraft is this? It's fixed just by pinching it like that?

Shocked, the tattooed man's murky eyes began to dart around.

The freeloader gene, which had been struggling at the bottom for years, was instantly awakened.

"How...how much?" he asked tentatively.

"The boss is very merciful and has waived the treatment fee."

Old Mike stood with his arms crossed, like an iron tower blocking the doorway, sneering, "But our venue fee and registration fee together are $400. Credit card or cash?"

Upon hearing the figure of $400, the tattooed man's face instantly turned green.

The next second, he dramatically hugged his arm that had just been healed and started wailing in the chair.

"Ouch!!! It hurts so much! My hand! My hand is completely ruined! I can't move it at all!"

While feigning an attack, he preemptively accused the doctor, saying, "You quack! You've completely broken my arm!"

In an instant, the temperature inside the tent dropped to freezing.

Mike's face darkened instantly, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked: "You bug, you're deliberately trying to cause trouble, aren't you?!"

"Of course I'll pay if you're cured! But since you're clearly not cured, and it's even worse now, why should I pay you?"

The tattooed man, with his neck stiff and a shameless, "Even if God himself descended today, the same principle would apply!"

After saying that, he even turned his head arrogantly and looked provocatively at Lynn, who remained calm and composed.

"Hey! You yellow-skinned monkey! Tell me, am I right?"

Lynn crossed his arms on his knees, a dangerous glint flashing in his deep eyes.

His gaze swept over the tattooed man like a scalpel.

His eyes twitched violently, his pupils dilated abnormally, and his forehead was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat...

This guy not only wanted to renege on his debts, but his drug addiction was also showing signs of flaring up.

"Who the hell are you yelling at?"

Mike instantly turned red in anger, yelling and about to tear the tattooed man to shreds.

"I'm fucking talking to you!!!"

However, at that very moment...

The tattooed man, under the influence of drug addiction, had his reason completely consumed by the toxins.

Under extreme excitement and hallucination stimulation.

Lynn's face twisted and overlapped in a bizarre way, eventually turning into the face of the Tokyo University man who had abducted his wife.

In the eyes of white Americans, East Asians all look pretty much the same.

The frustration of being cheated on and having to pay exorbitant child support exploded instantly!

"Go to hell, you yellow-skinned monkey!"

The tattooed man roared and slashed his right hand into the back of his shoe.

A flash of cold light, and a rusty tactical folding knife was instantly drawn.

With a whooshing sound, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, it viciously stabbed towards Lynn's carotid artery.

This is aimed at a fatal blow!

"Boss!!!"

Mike's expression changed drastically, his eyes wide with fury as he lunged to rush to his aid.

But the tattooed man was too close to Lynn and acted too quickly; it seemed like it was too late.

However, at this critical moment...

Lynn, who had been as still as a clay sculpture, finally moved.

Street Fighting (Beginner): Muscle Memory Activation.

He showed no panic whatsoever, not even a ripple of emotion in his eyes.

Lynn's head jerked to the side with an extremely slight movement, and the sharp blade narrowly grazed his carotid artery.

at the same time.

His left hand shot out like an iron clamp, precisely gripping the tattooed man's wrist holding the knife.

Twist it hard!

"what!"

With a scream, the folding knife slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

Using the momentum of the other person's forward movement, Lynn pulled the other person sharply into her arms.

He stepped directly onto the edge of the folding chair with his right foot for leverage, and sprang up like a cheetah.

Then he raised his right leg high, aiming it at the tattooed man's right arm joint, which had just been reattached...

He stomped down hard!

Snap!

A chilling sound of bones breaking rang out.

This time it wasn't a dislocation, but a complete fracture.

The tattooed man's right arm was visibly broken in two!

But it's not over yet.

Just a second before the tattooed man collapsed from the excruciating pain.

Lynn pressed his hands firmly against the back of his head and pushed down hard!

His right knee slammed into the opponent's face like a cannonball.

boom!

Blood mixed with several broken teeth spurted out in mid-air.

The tattooed man crashed to the ground like a tattered sack, completely convulsing into a puddle of mud.

From the initial attack to the counter-kill.

Like flowing clouds and running water, yet violent to the extreme!

Lynn walked forward expressionlessly and stomped her right foot mercilessly on the tattooed man's blood-soaked face.

Slowly and methodically, he took out a cigarette, lit it, and looked down at the viewpoint:

"I know a little about medicine. But if I can't cure you, I also know a little about martial arts."

Exhaling a smoke ring, Lynn's voice was as cold as polar ice: "Since you just insisted that I didn't cure you, I'll restore you to your original state for free. You're welcome."

After saying that, Lynn crushed the cigarette butt on the other person's neck.

After doing all this.

Lynn dusted off non-existent dust from his body and sat back down in the folding chair.

He reverted to his usual refined and cultured doctor persona.

Mike stood frozen in place, as if he had been struck by a spell.

She glanced at the tattooed man lying on the ground, his life hanging in the balance, and then at Lynn, who remained calm and collected.

Gollum~

He swallowed hard. "Boss... your... your skills?"

That clean and decisive killing move, that effortless and decisive technique of exerting force.

That's something only a top-tier veteran who's been through countless street fights could possess!

This completely overturned his understanding of Lynn.

I thought the boss relied on his brain and skills.

I never expected that their fighting skills would be so off the charts when they actually started fighting.

The master of dual cultivation is terrifying!

Seeing Mike's horrified expression, Lynn shrugged and said, "Oh, I just enjoy working out, it's just a little hobby."

Mike opened his mouth but then fell silent.

He paused for a few seconds, then suddenly lowered his head:

"Boss! It's all my fault! I failed to protect you! I deserve to die!"

As he spoke, Mike raised his palm, as big as a fan, and slapped himself across the face.

"Wait a minute."

Lynn raised his hand to stop him, his tone indifferent: "It's not your fault. Running an unlicensed doctor inevitably means encountering these mad dogs who can go crazy at any moment."

He was surprised to hear that Lynn not only did not punish him, but also forgave him again.

Mike was so moved that tears immediately welled up in his eyes.

Wiping away his tears, he pointed fiercely at the tattooed man on the ground: "Boss, what should we do with this guy? Put him in a sack and sink him in the sea?"

"Sink it into the sea? That would be such a waste of resources."

Lynn's lips curled into a devilish smile as her gaze swept over the tattooed man.

"He looks pretty fit and resilient. Aren't Mexican guys usually drawn to these fair-skinned, muscular white guys?"

Upon hearing this, Old Mike instantly understood.

A lewd and cruel grin immediately appeared on that dark face.

"Hehehe... I got it, Boss! I'll make sure those Mexicans are satisfied!"

ground.

The tattooed man, who had just recovered from excruciating pain, overheard their conversation.

Sold to Mexicans?

They'd be stuffed into puff pastries!

That's a million times more terrifying than just killing him!

Fear +20

"Waaaah... No! Have mercy, miracle doctor! I'll pay! I'll pay right now..."

The tattooed man completely broke down and desperately tried to kowtow and beg for mercy.

But before he could even finish a complete sentence, Mike covered his mouth and dragged him away.

"Mmm~"

Watching Lynn make coffee with a blank expression, he was filled with extreme fear!

……