Leon Longhair pointed at Charlie and laughed, saying to Shawn Young, "Bro, you don't need to be polite with this guy. Teach him a good lesson!"
Shawn Young nodded, giving Charlie a cold glance. He saw Charlie glaring back at him fiercely, eyes filled with a violent, savage aura—clearly ready to go all out. Shawn swept his gaze over the other young men nearby, noticing the same malicious glint in their eyes, like hungry wolves, clearly wishing Charlie would beat him to a pulp.
At that, Shawn Young's mind shifted, and he said coldly to the young men around him, "Heh—looks like you guys are itching for a fight too! Why not all come at me together? I don't mind!"
"Damn, this kid is seriously cocky! He dares to take on all of us by himself."
"Hell no, who do you think you are, kid? You sure talk big!" The young men around couldn't help but shout.
"Hmph—Longhair bro, your buddy sure has a big mouth! Can't say I like his attitude!" Charlie grumbled angrily.
Leon Longhair shrugged and said to the young men, "Oh, my bro's got skills and confidence. He always talks straight. If you don't like what you hear, feel free to come at us together! I won't object! In our world, it's not about talking—it's about strength! Heh—"
"Fine! Then let me see if this kid's got the skills to back up his big talk! Watch out!" Charlie roared, charging at Shawn Young and swinging his leg hard at Shawn's stomach, his attack fierce and aggressive.
Shawn Young didn't even look at him directly. As Charlie's kick was about to land, Shawn shifted his body slightly, just enough to dodge the attack. Then, with a casual lift of his right hand—"Bang!"—he slapped Charlie right on the chin!
"Ah—" Charlie screamed, flying backward like a broken kite, crashing to the ground and unable to get up. Blood spurted from his mouth, mixed with several broken teeth!
"Heh—just lucky! Just lucky!" Shawn Young grinned mischievously as he glanced around at the other young men.
"Damn! You think we're weak? Brothers, let's go! Beat him up—" The young men, a bunch of reckless hotheads, were provoked and all charged at Shawn Young, yelling wildly.
Shawn Young raised an eyebrow and darted forward to meet the charging young men. His hands shot out in rapid succession, so fast it was like a streak of lightning. Even Leon Longhair, watching from the sidelines, couldn't make out Shawn's moves—he only heard a string of screams erupting.
"Whoa!—Ah!—Ah!—" In an instant, the young men crashed to the ground, clutching their chins and rolling in pain, wailing helplessly. They couldn't get up at all—Shawn Young had struck each of them on the chin with such force that it scattered their strength. The lingering pain and dizziness left them completely unable to resist.
Leon Longhair watched, heart pounding, secretly glad he hadn't kept going against Shawn Young—otherwise, he'd end up worse than those guys!
Seeing Shawn Young coldly smiling at the groaning young men on the ground, Leon Longhair honestly worried he might go too far and kill them—after all, in Myanmar, killing a few people isn't a big deal!
So he walked over to Shawn Young, cautiously saying, "Uh—Shawn bro, these guys are Goldtooth's casino security staff. They're just trying to make a living under me. Could you give me a little face and not cripple them?"
"Oh, sure! As long as they don't cause me any more trouble!" Shawn Young had actually considered knocking them out cold to avoid interference, but now he relented.
"Good, I'll talk to them. Don't worry—they won't give you any more trouble!" Leon Longhair quickly nodded, then walked over to the groaning young men and said, "My bro Shawn here is a famous cold-blooded killer in China, with over a dozen lives to his name. He's only laying low in Myanmar for a while. You guys were way out of your league picking a fight with him. The fact he didn't finish you off is already giving me face! Don't say I didn't warn you—he's in a bad mood, so you'd better apologize and calm him down. That might just save your lives!"
"Ah!? Cold-blooded killer! Over a dozen lives!!" The young men shivered at Leon Longhair's warning. In the chaotic casino scene in Myanmar, all sorts of dangerous people come and go. These guys had fled to Myanmar after committing crimes in China, but none of them had killed anyone. Compared to Shawn Young, who supposedly carried a dozen lives on his conscience, they were nothing. Killing here was as easy as slaughtering chickens or dogs.
They endured the pain, scrambling to Shawn Young's feet and begging desperately—"Big bro, we—we didn't know who you were! We've offended you—please, be generous and don't take it to heart—"
"Yeah! We—we were blind, we didn't know! Big bro, for Leon Longhair's sake, please forgive us!"
"Sorry, big bro, I—I was wrong, please, don't kill me, I surrender! I won't ever do this again—"
Charlie and the young men lay on the ground, pitifully begging Shawn Young for mercy, terrified he'd kill them if he got upset—he clearly had the strength to do it.
Shawn Young hadn't expected Leon Longhair to paint him as a cold-blooded killer with a dozen bodies. At first, he felt a bit annoyed, but seeing how effective the reputation was—scaring these guys into total submission—he realized it worked wonders.
Seeing Leon Longhair wink at him, Shawn Young got the message. He put on a stern face and said coldly to the young men, "Heh—I've got a habit—every time I arrive somewhere new, I need to kill a few people to warm up. I was planning to dump your bodies in the sugarcane fields as fertilizer, but you're lucky Leon Longhair spoke up for you. Today, I'll spare you for his sake! But if you mess with me again, heh—"
"No way, big bro, never again!!"
"Yeah, even if you gave us guts, we wouldn't dare!"
"Thank you, big bro, for sparing us! We swear, we'll never mess with you again. If you or Leon Longhair ever need anything, we'll do as we're told—"
At that moment, Leon Longhair stepped forward and said, "Alright, alright, my bro Shawn gave me face today and let you guys off. You'd better remember this—luck like this doesn't come often! Charlie, Shawn and I have business to take care of. Get us a motor tricycle and take us to the casino."
"Oh, right! I'll get it ready for you two right away!" Charlie, still aching all over, scrambled up and hurried to the parking shed, bringing out a motor tricycle.
"Heh—hop on, bro! Let's head to the casino—" Leon Longhair hopped on, called Shawn Young over, started the engine, and they cruised down the cement road toward the casino.