Moving as fast as flying, James Carter, who practiced tying lead weights to his legs every day, took three steps in the space of two, and in just a few strides rushed into the alley where the curly-haired youth had gone. Suddenly, he heard a cacophony of voices, an extraordinary commotion—it was a vegetable market, and this morning was prime time for buying groceries, with people coming and going. The crowd surged back and forth, leaving not a single empty spot.

James Carter's eyes were bloodshot. He naturally knew that all pickpockets carried razor blades to cut open purses. The wound on little girl's face—there was no need to ask how it happened.

Looking around, James Carter, whose eyesight had been sharp since childhood, suddenly spotted a large pavilion across the way, which seemed to be the market's police post, and caught a flash of a checkered shirt. At this moment, the crowd was so dense that it was impossible to get across. James Carter quickly leapt onto a high platform used for displaying vegetables. The stall owner rushed to stop him, but James Carter had already jumped ahead.

Instantly, the entire market descended into chaos, with stall owners cursing loudly without pause. James Carter had already jumped down the steps and charged into the police post. Inside, three men in uniform were sitting with the curly-haired youth, playing a game of mahjong, as if they had just started. One of the officers had a baton tucked into his belt, his face full of menace. He cursed at the curly-haired youth, "Did you make any money today?"

The curly-haired youth spat, "Bad luck!"

At that moment, a commotion was heard outside, and the men quickly stood up to look. They saw James Carter burst in, grab the curly-haired youth by his hair, and yank him out with a vicious pull. The curly-haired youth screamed in pain.

The three officers seemed well-accustomed to brawls, familiar with such scenes. They immediately flipped the mahjong table, left their seats, one drawing his baton, the other two grabbing stools and swinging them at James Carter.

Seeing the baton crackling with blue sparks, James Carter could tell just by looking that it packed a punch. In a moment of desperation, he grabbed the curly-haired youth with one hand and, with the other, gave a heavy push right to the youth's chest. The youth's body flew like a scarecrow, crashing straight into the three officers.

This "Mountain-Pushing Hand" of the Iron Sand Palm was fierce and unstoppable. James Carter had immersed himself in it for ten years. Though he hadn't reached the level of the old master Gu Ruzhang, it was still more than any ordinary person could withstand.

The three officers were knocked to the ground by the flying youth. When James Carter looked, he saw that the curly-haired youth's checkered shirt had a huge tear at the chest, exposing flesh, with a dark palm print glaringly visible on his chest. The youth's face was ashen, his body twitching uncontrollably, blood frothing from his mouth—he was clearly not going to make it.

"Kill one, it's still killing; kill two, it's still killing. They're all in it together—let them all die."

James Carter was almost never without a copy of "Water Margin" in hand. Having read it so much, and being skilled in martial arts himself, when it came to a critical moment, he was filled with hot-blooded passion. He turned, leapt up, and snatched a butcher's knife from a nearby meat stall.

Chapter 003: Adorable Little Sister

This bustling market was already packed with people and vehicles. Suddenly, a fight broke out, and now someone had picked up a knife. This immediately set off a chorus of screams from the women nearby. Those close by, afraid of getting hurt, scrambled to get out, not caring about anything but escaping this place of trouble.

Meanwhile, some people outside, not knowing what was happening, were driven by curiosity and tried to squeeze in to watch the commotion, pushing desperately inward.

In the middle, even more people, clueless about the situation, suddenly saw the chaos and didn't know which way to run, scattering in all directions.

People inside the market tried to squeeze out, those outside tried to squeeze in, and the clueless ran every which way. The whole place was in utter chaos, people running in all directions, cries and shouts mingling together.

It was just like when street vendors, suddenly hearing someone shout "City inspectors are coming!", scatter in panic.

The butcher's stall was a bit of a distance from the police post. James Carter leapt over several stalls, grabbed a knife, and rushed forward. He heard screams like pigs being slaughtered. The crowd had descended into chaos so quickly that he couldn't help but be stunned. "It got out of hand so fast."

"Someone's been trampled! Someone's been trampled!"

Even louder shouts came from nearby. It all happened in an instant. James Carter squinted and looked over at a vegetable stall not far away. In the crush just now, a middle-aged couple buying vegetables hadn't reacted in time—the woman fell to the ground, covered in mud, and seemed to have been stepped on by someone, crying out. The man, frantic, shouted wildly, pushing with all his might while trying to pull the woman up. But he was too weak, and it looked like he was about to be knocked down himself.

In crowded places, once chaos breaks out, people getting trampled to death is a real danger. This sudden turn of events instantly cooled the murderous intent that had surged in James Carter's heart, and he calmed down. Forgetting about killing, he rushed over from the high platform in a few steps, reached out to block, push, and pull. The people about to trample the couple suddenly felt a powerful force stop them, and their bodies halted involuntarily.