America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 31 Street Fight

Zhang Ailun pondered for a moment and said, "Which street are those people from who robbed you from? Don't worry, I'll get revenge for you. They'll be the first ones I deal with!"

Dominic immediately tattled on the man, complaining that he liked to bully other homeless people.

Zhang Ailun nodded, memorizing the locations of the two streets and the black man named Kobe who had tried to extort Dominic.

You dare call me Kobe? You think you can call him that?

Let me see how awesome you really are.

Back with the group, Zhang Ailun introduced Sieg to them, saying, "Sieg, this is Dominic. He's been on the streets for two and a half years and is very experienced in this area. You can ask him any questions you may have. He will also take you to the Green Letter shelter to collect some basic supplies."

"Dominic, Sig is a new member of our team! He'll be a member of the scavenger crew from now on, and he's also a veteran."

The two immediately greeted each other in a friendly manner.

Sieg also thought the kid was too beautiful, almost like a woman. He would definitely be a disaster in the army, attracting both men and women.

But it was obviously much more difficult to get by in such harsh conditions on the street.

"Dominic, take these flowers and this bottle of red wine to Rena. Tell her they're a gift from me; we can't keep bothering her every time we bring a new bride. Also, please take the things I bought back to camp. We'll meet at Camp 19 tonight!"

Zhang Ailun entrusted all his belongings to Dominic for safekeeping, feeling relieved and carefree.

I bought a sturdy baseball bat and a half-glove for $7 from the convenience store next door, rolled up my sleeves, and was ready to go find someone to fight back.

"Do you need my help?" Sig asked quickly when he saw the situation.

"No need, I can go alone. Actually, it might not even break out. I've always been a reasonable person! If there are too many of you, you'll only make things worse."

Zhang Ailun waved his hand, declining his offer.

Sig was a little unconvinced. "Don't underestimate me. I'm a veteran, after all."

Zhang Ailun glanced at the bump on his forehead and the band-aid, but said nothing.

The meaning is self-evident.

You rushed in and got smashed in the head with a bottle, and you still have the nerve to call yourself a Marine Corps captain?

White men are just lame.

Sig said awkwardly, "Okay, close combat is indeed not my forte. But that's because I don't want to hurt anyone. I've hardly ever had enough to eat while I was wandering around, so I simply don't have the energy to fight."

"You don't need to explain, I understand," Zhang Ailun reassured him, saving him face.

Seeing that Sieg was still being stubborn, Zhang Ailun clenched his fist and unleashed his ultimate move, "Don't worry about me, I train in mixed martial arts. My punch has the power of 350 kilograms! My whip kick has the power of nearly 500 kilograms!"

"Then go ahead, but go easy on me."

Sig immediately gave an honest and straightforward answer.

What kind of weapon is this? Bare-knuckle street fighting? Zhang Ailun could beat him half to death with one punch! A whip kick could fold his leg bone in half in one go.

Another step-and-side kick, and the Brazilian capoeira's head would be smashed, and his cardiopulmonary function would be directly punctured.

Didn't you see that Zhang Ailun would rather buy a stick than use his fists? He even thoughtfully bought a motorcycle glove.

Do you think you're doing this just to protect yourself?

Actually, it was more about protecting the enemy.

Bare-knuckle street fights can kill people! The scenes are extremely brutal, with blood gushing everywhere.

One punch from him might only cause a minor fracture in his finger, but it would definitely kill you.

If you see someone on the street leaning against a frame, nimbly dodging and weaving as they approach you, don't turn around! Run!

He could send you to meet your great-grandmother with one punch!

Zhang Ailun greeted Dominic and the other three, then parted ways, each going about their own business, carrying a baseball bat and going door-to-door to collect debts.

First, we arrived at Kobe Bryant's territory.

There are few shops on this street, and very few people. It used to be a popular area for free shopping, but most of the businesses couldn't survive and simply moved out.

From a distance, you can see several black men surrounding an elderly homeless man, shoving and pushing him.

The items were pulled out of the cart and scattered all over the ground. Not content with robbing the other person of their money, they tried to drag them into the alley to assault them.

Zhang Ailun identified his target, immediately walked over, raised his baseball bat, and tapped the wall to attract the attention of several people.

Several black men turned around and looked at the Asian man wearing sunglasses, a champion hoodie, a DK denim jacket, rolled-up sleeves, carrying a baseball bat, and wearing a half-glove.

"Who here is Kobe?!" Zhang Ailun got straight to the point and started ordering the food.

Old Hei exchanged a glance with the other man, and the little black man who was riding on the homeless man and pulling down his pants stood up. He was about 1.85 meters tall, thin, and wearing a purple Lakers No. 8 jersey vest.

Zhang Ailun laughed as soon as he saw it.

No, you really think you're in a big shot?

"Who are you? What do you want with me?"

Kobe Loire Joe glared at Zhang Ailun, waving his hand dismissively. "Get lost, buddy! We're on a business! We don't want to cause you trouble! And don't cause us any trouble! Are you some kind of street thug? You'd better know some manners!"

The white old man, who was lying on the ground with half of his buttocks exposed, hurriedly got up and pulled up his pants.

Looking at Zhang Ailun with a pleading expression, she said, "Call the police! Please! They're going to do something terrible to me! I'll die here!"

"You people are animals! You don't even spare the elderly."

Zhang Ailun frowned, feeling a bit nauseous. These little black guys really weren't picky eaters.

Can anything be turned into a cream puff?

This recipe is almost as good as Indian food.

He glared menacingly at the group of Black men. "My name is Humbert Juan King, and my friend's name is Dominic. You're the ones who bullied my friend and stole $20 from him?"

"Dominic? Is that the handsome white kid? The one Lori's been protecting?" The group was somewhat surprised.

Kobe bluntly stated, "It's us. You want a fight or what, buddy? Since you're here, don't expect to leave so easily!"

As he spoke, he had several black men block the entrance to the alley.

Kobe, taking advantage of being half a head taller than Zhang Ailun, glared at him with wide eyes and flared nostrils, his eyes bloodshot and spewing profanities, "Fxxk you! Yellow-skinned monkey! This is my territory! Understand? Today I'm going to show you what I'm capable of! You won't know how powerful I am until I've made you unable to walk!"

Zhang Ailun smiled.

Holy crap!

Concise four-character idioms.

To Kobe's astonishment, a lightning-fast front swing punch slammed into his chin, like a hammer blow to his face, utterly devastating! Something shattered with a crack, and he instantly stiffened.

A sudden ringing in his ears, his eyes rolled back, and he fell flat on his face, smashing two of his front teeth, his sleep as awful as a baby's.

He collapsed to the ground, limp and lifeless, like an invertebrate, without bones. He was like a lump of mud.

Zhang Ailun clenched his fist, stepped over him effortlessly, and charged forward with the baseball bat in hand.

The baseball bat slammed into the stunned black guy's knee, breaking instantly. The guy let out a pig-like scream, clutching his leg and rolling on the ground.

(End of this chapter)