At that moment, Curly Jack was lounging drunkenly in a corner outside, enjoying the "swallow-and-spit deluxe treatment" from the young girl. Hearing his men grunting and groaning, mixed with howls and wails, he thought to himself, "Wow, these guys are really giving it their all." He actually wanted to go over and see what was really happening, but unfortunately, this was his critical moment—so he decided to wait until he was done before heading inside to check out the chaos.
He grabbed the girl's hair and started shaking her head faster and faster, the rush of excitement making his eyes flutter. But his mouth kept shouting, "Faster! Faster! Put some muscle into it! Can't you go a little harder, you little—?"
Just then, Shawn Young silently walked up behind Curly Jack. Seeing his pervy face, Shawn chuckled coldly and said, "Well, Curly Jack, looks like you want it even rougher, huh?"
Curly Jack was startled, his whole body jolting as he suddenly lost control. His stuff sprayed everywhere—on the girl's face and the wall nearby. Panicking, he kicked the coughing girl aside and scrambled to zip up his pants, but in his haste, he pulled the zipper wrong, catching his precious jewels and yanking out a tuft of black hair. The pain made Curly Jack howl, "Shit! Damn it! Damn, damn, damn! This stupid zipper! I’m done with you, you piece of junk!"
With a wild move, Curly Jack yanked off his pants, leaving him in just a pair of red briefs. His hairy legs stuck out in the moonlight, looking extra weird! With his bizarre outfit, he somehow managed to look like a mashup of Korean style, vintage flair, and a touch of modern street fashion. Honestly, his style was truly "one of a kind!"
Curly Jack stripped off his pants, legs spread wide, and looked at Shawn Young with a puzzled face. "Hey, kid, this is weird—how come you’re totally fine? Did the others go out for late-night snacks or something? Ah, forget those guys. Looks like you’ll have to sample the awesomeness of Curly Jack yourself!"
Shawn Young burst out laughing at his ridiculous look. "Damn, Curly Jack, you really know how to make an entrance! So, what killer move are you planning to use against me?"
Curly Jack stroked his golden curls and, with a cocky grin, shouted at Shawn Young, "Heh, kid, this might scare you, but back when I was on the City Patrol’s Dog-Beating Squad, I was in charge of the elite dog-beating strike team! Ever heard of the dog-beating strike team?"
Shawn Young looked confused and shook his head, "Uh, never heard of it. I was just about to ask you, but you wouldn’t say! So, are you finally going to tell me now?"
Curly Jack sneered, "Tsk tsk, kid, it's honestly sad how uneducated you are. All that college tuition down the drain! You haven't even heard of the legendary City Management Dog-Beating Squad! I'm speechless. All I can say is, you're so clueless! I despise you, I look down on you, and—I'm still not telling you!"
Shawn Young was getting annoyed. He'd just asked Curly Jack about the squad out of genuine curiosity, and this pervert went off on him! Curly Jack kept on ranting about how ignorant Shawn was, making his face burn with embarrassment. Finally, Shawn couldn't take it anymore and shouted, "Enough! Curly Jack, I'm telling you—tonight, I swear, I'm going to figure out what this City Management Dog-Beating Squad is all about. You HAVE to tell me!"
Curly Jack snatched up a brick from the ground with lightning speed, grinning, "Heh, I'm still not telling you. What are you gonna do, bite me?! You believe I'll smash you with this brick right now?" With that, he raised the brick, ready to slam it down on Shawn.
Shawn never expected this guy to be so shameless—he'd go from talking to throwing hands in a heartbeat! No wonder he's a seasoned thug. The brick came whistling toward him, and Shawn quickly dodged, barely escaping.
Curly Jack moved fast, crouching and grabbing another brick, howling as he hurled it at Shawn's head. His intensity was way fiercer than those Blue Wolf Syndicate goons outside. Maybe his 'Gold Medal Enforcer' title wasn't just for show.
But Shawn wasn't in the mood to play. He dodged behind, quickly channeling the Heavenly Astral Pure Qi inside him. His mind surged, and his hands formed the Life Seal behind his back as he muttered, "Nature of Heaven and Earth, all laws return, five directions linger, spirits settle, drive out evil and bind demons, by command—Bind!"
Shawn flicked his right hand—"Whoosh!" A flash of white light shot out, hitting Curly Jack square on. The wild man froze, stuck in place, brick still held high. He kept snorting and glaring at Shawn, clearly not giving in. A girl nearby screamed and tried to run, but Shawn pointed at her back, "Bind!"—freezing her too. This was Shawn's trusty Dragon-Binding Spell! Great for taking on gangsters, solo or in groups.
But Shawn still had questions about Curly Jack's mysterious 'City Management Dog-Beating Squad.' He loosened the spell just enough for Curly Jack to speak. Instantly, Curly Jack started cursing, "You brat, what kind of sorcery did you use on me? If you've got guts, let me go and fight me fair and square! I'll show you the unbeatable, world-famous Thirty-Six Dog-Beating Fist Techniques! I'll knock your teeth out! You won't know which way is up!"
Shawn blinked, then said, "Wow, there's really a fist technique like that? I gotta see this! Release!" He lifted the spell from Curly Jack.
Curly Jack shook himself loose, stood up, and struck a pose. "Heh! Heh! Heh!" He threw a set of punches that actually looked pretty fierce—maybe he really did have some skills. Shawn, not too familiar with all the martial arts out there, figured this was a good chance to learn and got ready to face off with Curly Jack.
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Curly Jack gave him a cold laugh, lunging at Shawn. But this time, Shawn was ready—he focused his qi, and his eyes tracked every move, seeing Curly Jack's attack in slow motion like a movie scene.
Shawn was about to counterattack, but Curly Jack suddenly retreated so fast he tripped over a bump in the ground and landed on his butt. Instead of getting up, he just sat there, playing stubborn!
Shawn was speechless, feeling totally exasperated. He walked over, grabbed Curly Jack's curly hair, and said, "Get up, Curly Jack! Come on, use your Thirty-Six Dog-Beating Fist Techniques! Stop acting cool! What kind of boss are you?"
"Hmph—not interested in you!" Curly Jack turned away, ignoring Shawn no matter what he said, stubborn as ever. Shawn was so frustrated—he always thought only shameless women pulled this trick, but Curly Jack was just as good at it. Shawn looked up at the sky and shouted, "Seriously?! This is the Blue Wolf Syndicate's Gold Medal Enforcer? Has the underworld really sunk this low?"
But then, Curly Jack's eyes flashed slyly—he suddenly leapt up, brick in hand, and smashed it toward Shawn's head! He was a whole different beast now, fierce and aggressive!
They were so close that Shawn couldn't dodge in time—he just barely managed to tilt his head, "Bang!" The brick hit his right shoulder, making it burn with pain and scraping off some skin. The force knocked Shawn to the ground!
Curly Jack, seeing his attack land, went wild—kicking and punching Shawn like mad, yelling, "Take that! Take that! I'll beat you like a mangy dog!" He really looked like he was thrashing a rabid mutt!
Shawn was stunned by Curly Jack's sudden ferocity. After getting sucker-punched, he couldn't catch his breath, and Curly Jack's fists and feet rained down like a storm. All Shawn could do was cover his head and try to survive the onslaught.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Curly Jack beat Shawn with a wild, almost inhuman speed, burning through his energy fast. He stopped, hands on his hips, panting, and pointed at Shawn's nose. "Kid! Now do you get it? You know what it takes to survive out here? Smarts! You got any? Nope! All you do is play hero! Single-handed showdowns—please! Listen, heroes are always the first to die! Now you know what the Thirty-Six Dog-Beating Fist Techniques are? They'll beat you till you can't breathe! Shame I'm not ten years younger, or you'd be a pile of crap by now!"
Shawn's right eye was nearly turned into a black eye by Curly Jack's beating. Luckily, his Heavenly Astral Pure Qi protected him, so it was just surface wounds. He couldn't believe Curly Jack was so crazy and sly—and those 'Thirty-Six Dog-Beating Fist Techniques' really packed a punch. Shawn had totally underestimated him and got smacked around for it! Ugh, and his handsome face was ruined! He'd need a round of dual cultivation with Fang Ying just to recover!
Shawn wasn't about to play nice anymore. While Curly Jack was busy trash-talking, Shawn rolled away with the clumsy but handy 'Lazy Donkey Roll,' escaping the danger zone. He raised his right hand and started chanting a spell.
Curly Jack was stunned—he hadn't expected Shawn to still be moving after that beating. Seeing Shawn about to cast a spell again, he yelled, "Damn! You brat! Not this trick again! Can you at least be original? You're such a dummy!"
Shawn ignored his mocking, shouted—"Bind!"—and froze Curly Jack in place again. Shawn caught his breath, got up, and said, "Damn, to deal with a sly guy like you, Curly Jack, I gotta use tricks like this!"
Curly Jack glared at Shawn, unable to speak, but his eyes were full of deep, deep contempt.
Shawn blushed, totally frustrated, and grabbed Curly Jack's underwear—"Riiip!"—pulled it off and stuffed it in his mouth. "Damn you, Curly Jack! Still not telling me what the City Management Dog-Beating Squad is? Want me to toss you out on the street for everyone to see? You think your thick skin will save you? Ha!"