Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

Chapter 116 White Kid Carl

"Yellow-skinned monkey? Black devil, dare you say that again?"

Irving took a deep breath and suddenly exerted force with his hand.

Just a moment ago, Kerry was incredibly arrogant, but in an instant, he felt a piercing pain in his wrist.

He let out a wail, then gritted his teeth and looked anxiously at his companions beside him: "What are you all standing there for? Beat this yellow-skinned brat to death!!"

Before he finished speaking, the other street thugs who had been standing to the side all pulled out their weapons.

Butterfly knives, silver knuckle dusters, extendable batons... not a single one was used bare-handed.

The group of men looked like experienced street thugs.

They exchanged glances, but instead of fighting one-on-one, they all rushed forward together.

Seeing the menacing expressions on the faces of the opposing thugs, Owen naturally dared not be careless and immediately activated his skill, "Wandering Boxer".

Without saying a word, he used Kerry as a shield while quickly weaving through the crowd.

The battle was about to begin when a telescopic baton came flying at them.

The opponent was clearly very experienced; his first attack did not target the upper body, but instead swung horizontally, aiming for his thigh!

They attempted to injure his thigh to restrict his movement.

Seeing this, Irving instinctively stopped his forward momentum.

As if divinely inspired, using Kerry's body as a pivot, he miraculously avoided the attack route and allowed the opponent's charged blow to strike Kerry hard.

With a loud "bang!"

Feeling excruciating pain in his thigh, Kerry, whose wrist was fractured, immediately put on a pain mask, and his screams echoed throughout the entire street.

Many passersby were also drawn to the scream and looked over.

The street thugs standing nearby were immediately dumbfounded.

None of them expected that Irving would react so quickly!

The switch was completed in the blink of an eye. Is this reaction speed even human?

"What's wrong? Scared? You bunch of cowards, you don't want to cry your way home to your mothers and go back into the womb, do you?"

"Sigh, I knew it. That's how black people fight. They're all just for show."

"No wonder back in America, the white people could simply wave their whips and send you all picking cotton!"

Seeing Kerry groaning incessantly, Irving, with a look of disgust, released his grip on Kerry's wrist.

He then stared at the street thugs in front of him with a wicked grin, spewing trash talk and using his taunting skills to the fullest.

These street thugs are the type to bully the weak and fear the strong.

The weaker you appear, the more they want to bully you.

But the more powerful you appear, the less they dare to provoke you.

Hearing Irving's taunts, the street thugs turned red in the face, each gripping their weapons, itching to attack.

But when they saw Kerry rolling around on the ground, wailing in pain, they hesitated for a moment.

Seeing that none of the people around him dared to step forward, a burly black man assumed a boxing stance, wearing brass knuckles, and stepped forward: "F**K!! Today I'm going to show you that black people don't back down!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than he roared and charged at Owen.

Seeing that the opponent had boxing experience, he sprinted closer while still keeping his hands above his head, and then changed position.

Irving frowned and tentatively stepped forward with a sweeping kick.

Seeing that Irving had taken the initiative to attack, the burly black man was immediately startled and dodged to the side.

His smooth dodging technique is clearly that of Muay Thai.

After figuring out that his opponent had deliberately created an opening to lure him into attacking, Irving immediately had an idea.

Taking advantage of the opponent's dodge, Irving quickly stepped forward.

Taking advantage of the moment the opponent managed to dodge, he stepped forward and delivered a flying kick that slammed into the black man's abdomen.

Bang! Before the black man could react...

The immense force sent him flying, crashing heavily to the ground.

"Ah!!" Feeling a sharp pain in his abdomen, the burly black man clutched his stomach with both hands, his groan echoing around him.

The thugs who were originally eager to take advantage of the situation and attack Irving were immediately dumbfounded.

"Are you still going to fight? You cowards! If not, go home and find your mothers!"

Faced with the visibly frightened thugs, Irving slightly moved his wrists and neck.

He put on an act as if the fight just now was merely a warm-up.

Seeing this, the remaining thugs were so frightened that their legs went weak. They quickly helped up the fallen Kerry and the burly black man, and scrambled away as fast as they could.

"Damn! I thought these people were really capable, but they're just a bunch of show-offs."

Watching the other person's retreating figure, Owen slowly shook his head, his face full of disappointment.

"WTF! Kyrie, you're amazing!" Seeing the thugs leave, James, who had been hiding behind a lamppost, rushed over and punched Kyrie in the chest. "I can't believe how much time has passed and how much better you've gotten! You can take on several thugs by yourself now!!"

"If you have time, could you teach me these cool moves? I'd like to learn them too—"

As he spoke, James made a couple of gestures.

"Bro, listen to me, your talent is in using your brain, not your hands," Irving said, glancing at the incredibly excited James.

"Are you sure you don't want to teach me? Maybe I'm exceptionally talented and a future boxing champion—"

Just as the two were joking and laughing.

The white girl who had just been bullied helped her younger brother to his feet.

She slowly walked to Irving's side, looked at him with a reserved expression, and thanked him.

Noticing the girl's admiring gaze, Irving immediately waved his hand, indicating that it was no big deal.

Just as Irving was about to turn and leave with James, the little boy standing to the side gritted his teeth, as if he had made up his mind, and ran straight up to him.

He knelt down on the ground with a "thud".

The sudden turn of events left both Irving and James completely bewildered.

"Big brother, thank you for saving me and my sister." The boy clenched his fists and took a deep breath. "You're so skilled, could you teach me? I want to learn kung fu so I can protect my sister from being bullied."

"Karl!" the girl called her brother's name reproachfully, then rushed forward to help him up from the ground, while looking at Owen with an apologetic expression: "I'm sorry, my brother has always been a bit rebellious, please forgive his rudeness."

"It's okay." Seeing the girl's radiant smile, Irving immediately and generously said it didn't matter.

And I did have a fleeting thought in my mind about taking on a disciple.

He had the idea of ​​helping the siblings from the very beginning when he helped them at the auction house.

He was thinking of recruiting someone to help the pawnshop.

If we take this little boy as our apprentice now, wouldn't that be killing two birds with one stone?

Thinking of this, Irving immediately coughed twice and asked, "What are your names? Where are you from?"

"My name is Fiona, and this is my brother, Carl." The girl smiled warmly. "We're both from the South Side of Chicago."