At the same time, just a few steps ahead, two steel pipes and a machete came crashing down toward Brian Carter's shoulder and head, wielded by three men whose faces were twisted and terrifying.

But facing the attack, Brian Carter merely raised an eyebrow and stepped forward with his right foot. It looked ordinary and unremarkable, yet he easily dodged the three deadly weapons and slipped between the three men. The whole process was as smooth as flowing water, without the slightest awkwardness—like someone swinging a knife at a gentle breeze; you can't possibly cut the wind, it just flows naturally around the blade.

His fists shot out like lightning—bang, bang, bang! The three men, who had been raising their weapons to strike, shuddered and collapsed to the ground with a pale, pained look on their faces.

Brian Carter then swayed back a step, standing firmly in front of Jason Bennett, facing the next wave of attackers head-on. With a wave of his hand, as if a breeze swept across the grasslands, the four figures rushing at him didn't even have time to react before they fell to the ground with miserable groans.

In the blink of an eye, nearly half of the charging crowd had been taken down. The rest, clearly shocked, widened their eyes as if witnessing something unbelievable, and abruptly halted their charge, standing there speechless.

“Damn, a delivery guy can fight like this?”

“This is ridiculous.”

The The Bennett Family living room was completely empty—no sofa, no TV, nothing at all. It seemed as if everything had been sold off. Yet the room was quite spacious, at least fifty or sixty square meters, so there was plenty of space to move around.

But the dozen or so figures who had been charging forward now saw seven of their companions fall to the ground at the wave of the young man in the Time Express uniform, twitching and unable to get up. The remaining dozen were completely stunned.

This was just too much.

Damn, the guy opposite is just a deliveryman—how could he possibly be this badass?

Not only were they dumbfounded, but even Jason Bennett, who had screamed and collapsed in fright at the very start, was now staring in shock at the tall figure standing in front of her, her face full of astonishment.

She was just as stunned. Wasn't this just a delivery guy? But as she looked at the figure standing before her, shielding her from harm, Jason Bennett suddenly felt her eyes grow hot, an urge to cry welling up inside her. After all the fear of the past few days, someone was finally there to protect her. That feeling really made her want to cry.

That back, at this moment, gave her an overwhelming sense of comfort and reliance.

“Smash him! Beat him to death! Don't get close to this guy!”

“Whoosh!”

Amid the silence, an angry shout suddenly rang out from the crowd a few steps away, and then a steel pipe came whistling straight at Brian Carter's head. They really didn't dare get too close to someone like him.

With a loud smack, Brian Carter reached out and caught the flying steel pipe, but his expression darkened—his face finally changed.

One flying steel pipe was nothing, but if a whole barrage came at once, along with machetes, even he couldn't handle it. It wasn't that he didn't want to charge into the crowd, but this was his first time using this basic boxing technique, and he couldn't control it perfectly. With his back to the wall, he could manage facing enemies from one side, but if he got surrounded and attacked from all directions, he wasn't confident.

But now, it seemed he had no other choice.

With a flash, Brian Carter dashed forward like a tiger into a flock of sheep. His feet moved swiftly, his whole body like a raging wind. The dozen or so people around him, wielding machetes and steel pipes, were like grass before a storm—when the wind sweeps the grasslands, all the grass bows down.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Each punch fell like a torrential rain, and the figures around him screamed and collapsed, falling limp to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, another wave of people was taken down. The few remaining let out strange cries on the spot, as if they'd seen a ghost, and turned to run for their lives. Even though they hadn't been attacked yet, when Brian Carter threw his punches, it was as if a violent storm had descended from the sky, and they were just dead leaves beneath it, with no will to resist.

“Watch out!”

As those few people fled, Brian Carter finally let out a sigh of relief—when suddenly, a startled cry came from behind him. Brian Carter felt a gust of wind sweep toward the back of his knee. Even before the wind reached him, a fierce, chilling force had already pierced his skin. He twisted his body, narrowly dodging the attack, but another gust struck his right leg, which was still in midair.

A sharp blade cut into his flesh, and a wave of intense pain shot up from his calf. Brian Carter's face changed, his body staggered, and his fist—big as a sandbag, like a meteor falling from the sky—came crashing down on the person who had slashed his leg.

As a child, Brian Carter relied on one thing in a fight: ruthlessness!

If he wasn't ruthless, those who insulted him wouldn't feel pain.

As a child, Brian Carter relied on one thing in a fight: grit.

If he didn't fight with everything he had, his thin, weak body would never have any advantage. Only by not fearing pain and fighting desperately until his opponent was terrified could he be the last one standing.

“Pfft...”

His fist landed, and the figure on the ground—who had looked vicious and had just slashed Brian Carter's knee with a machete—suddenly let out a sound of bones cracking from his chest, spat out a mouthful of blood, rolled his eyes, and passed out. The machete was pulled out of Brian Carter's leg and fell to the ground.