Just at that critical moment—"whoosh!"—a dark shadow, carried by a fierce gust of wind, shot over and landed with a perfect "smack" right on the ugly, black appendage between the legs of the crew-cut guy with the mustache. This was a true clash of hardness, and the mustached guy was clearly no match for that shadow—because it was a river stone! No one’s junk could ever be harder than a river stone!
"Aaaahhh—" The crew-cut mustached guy instantly reacted as if he'd been hit by a high-voltage shock. He jumped wildly, clutching his now badly injured, bloodied junk, rolling on the ground and howling like a pig being slaughtered!
The whole thing happened so suddenly that the group of burly men in camouflage didn’t even know what was going on. All they saw was the crew-cut mustached guy rolling on the ground, clutching his manhood and wailing in agony. Instantly, panic spread among them as they nervously looked around—soon spotting Shawn Young walking out of the banana grove.
"Damn it! Punk, who the hell are you, and why are you showing up here?!" The burly men immediately surrounded Shawn Young with their weapons drawn, shouting at him menacingly.
"Hmph, I’m here specifically to deal with scum like you!" Shawn Young replied coldly.
"Well, well, you think you’re some kind of hero? Daring to mess with the Tiger Mafia’s business! Are you tired of living?" one of the men yelled, waving a steel pipe at Shawn Young.
"Oh? Tiger Mafia? What’s that supposed to be?" Shawn Young asked, frowning.
"Ha! Punk, you really are a bumpkin. You don’t even know the most powerful gang in Clearview District—the Tiger Mafia! You’re obviously not from around here, yet you dare to meddle in our turf? I think you must be out of your mind. You need a good beating from us brothers!" the man sneered.
"Enough with the crap—let’s take this guy out! We’ve still got business to handle!" another thug shouted viciously, pulling out a knife and charging at Shawn Young, aiming straight for his chest. Judging by his stance, he clearly meant to kill him.
But Shawn Young didn't dodge at all. Just as the dagger was about to hit his chest, he shifted slightly, reached out with his left hand and grabbed the thug's dagger-wielding right hand. With a swift twist, he used a 'Tai Chi Spin' to redirect the force, yanking the man's arm so the dagger stabbed right into his own thigh—'Pfft!' Blood gushed out, and before the guy could even scream, Shawn launched himself forward like a cannonball, slamming sideways into the thug's exposed chest, using the famous 'Iron Mountain Lean' from Bajiquan.
'Boom!' The unlucky thug grunted, flying backward like a broken kite, the force slamming into his chest as if he'd been hit by a speeding train. He was sent tumbling more than ten meters, rolling into the banana grove—his fate uncertain. This was Shawn's way of paying back the guy for trying to kill him: an eye for an eye!
'Damn! This guy's tough. Brothers, let's get him! Even a tiger can't handle a pack of wolves!' Another thug yelled, emboldened by their numbers and weapons. Aside from the two holding down the young man by the BMW, the rest charged at Shawn with their weapons raised, shrieking like they wanted to tear him to pieces.
Shawn snorted coldly, 'Looking for trouble!' With a burst of true energy, his eyes could track every move the thugs made—their attacks seemed slow as molasses. He raised his hands, punched, raised his hands, punched—each strike packed with fierce power, landing straight on their jaws—'Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow!'
A chorus of bone-crunching sounds mixed with screams filled the air. In a flash, the thugs were all sprawled on the ground, every one of them missing their front teeth, knocked out cold.
'Heh, with losers like you, calling yourselves wolves? More like a bunch of dogs!' Shawn brushed the grass off his hands and strode straight toward the two thugs still holding down the young man.
'Stay back! If you come any closer, we'll kill him!' The two thugs panicked, pulling out daggers and pressing them to the young man's throat, shouting threats at Shawn as he approached.
Shawn ignored their threats, advancing with a cold smile. 'Go ahead, kill him! I don't even know the guy. What happens to him is none of my business. Once you're done, it'll be my turn to deal with you. So, what are you waiting for? Get on with it!' Shawn sneered.
'You sick bastard! If you come any closer, we'll really kill him!' The two thugs were clearly rattled, shocked that Shawn didn't care about the young man's life.
'Damn, you guys talk too much! If you're gonna do it, just do it—stop whining!' Shawn said, already closing the distance between them.
The two thugs exchanged glances, seeing fear and despair in each other's eyes. With a wild yell, they raised their daggers, aiming straight for the young man's throat—ready to go down fighting.
'No! Stop!' The long-haired woman by the BMW screamed in terror as she saw what was happening.
But Shawn just watched with a grin, as if enjoying the show. Suddenly, the two thugs were struck hard from behind—'Bang! Bang!'—sending them sprawling forward, one of them landing face-first at Shawn's feet, daggers flying out of their hands.
Shawn squatted down with a smirk, sighing at the two dizzy, nearly unconscious thugs, 'Looks like you two got the worst of it!'
At that moment, Rainie Cheng stepped out from behind them. She and Shawn had sized up the situation and knew rescuing the young man would be tricky—one wrong move and the thugs might kill him. So they used a distraction tactic, and sure enough, it worked perfectly.
Before Rainie could do anything else, the young man scrambled up from the mud, rushing forward and kicking the thugs like a madman. The long-haired woman, caught up in the frenzy, grabbed a pair of pointy high heels from the BMW, slipped them on, hiked up her torn skirt—completely ignoring her exposed legs—and joined in, stomping furiously on the buzz-cut thug rolling in pain.
Those sharp heels jabbed into the buzz-cut thug's body, especially his wounded groin. The long-haired woman stomped him mercilessly, shouting, 'You bastard! You filthy perv! I'll crush your junk! I'm turning you into a eunuch today!'
'Aaaah—waaah!' The buzz-cut thug was left covered in bloody holes, his groin a mangled mess. The woman's aim was freakishly accurate—no matter how he rolled and dodged, she kept landing blows right on his most sensitive spot! She was like a precision-guided missile!
Meanwhile, the young man kept beating and kicking the other two thugs with all his might. Under his relentless assault, they passed out, blood bubbling from their mouths, their bodies battered and broken.
'Enough! Stop! If you keep going, they'll die!' Shawn yelled at them, realizing that if he didn't intervene, those three poor bastards would really be beaten to death.
The young man stopped, standing to the side with his hands on his hips, panting heavily. But the long-haired woman was still too worked up to listen to Shawn—she kept stomping on the buzz-cut thug, even jumping up and down on him!
'Geez, what a handful!' Shawn sighed, stepping forward and grabbing the woman's hand, pulling her aside. The buzz-cut thug actually looked at Shawn with gratitude before finally passing out, his hands falling away from his crotch as he fainted.
The young man came over, his face full of gratitude. 'Thank you! Thank you both for saving our lives. Us Wang siblings will never forget this!'
Shawn still held the woman's hand tightly, but her feet kept twitching as she calmed down. Once she saw the buzz-cut thug had passed out, her emotions settled and she finally looked up at Shawn.
Without turning to face her, Shawn said, 'Miss, could you chill out a bit? The guy's already unconscious, and his junk is probably ruined. Are you satisfied yet? If you keep stomping, you'll really kill him! Those heels of yours are deadly weapons, you know?'
The long-haired woman turned to get a good look at Shawn. Her heart skipped a beat, thumping wildly—'Oh my god, it's him! He looks just like the man from my dreams! How is this possible?!'