This can't last long, but it's fine for an emergency for now. However, David Carter had already made up his mind. In the future, whenever he goes to a place, he'll win at most three or five hundred before leaving, otherwise it could attract trouble. By hitting up a few more places like this, he could gather the money within these two days. Just around the ten streets of Dawn, there are dozens of such small arcades.

As he was thinking, David Carter's ears twitched slightly, because he had already heard someone quickly running toward him from behind. Turning his head, he saw five people running in his direction. As soon as David Carter looked back, the one in the lead, Little Brian, grinned.

"Stop right there, you run pretty fast..." Little Brian was a bit out of breath from running, but he had already caught up with four others.

David Carter didn't run, but even his walking speed now was about the same as a normal person jogging, and that was with him deliberately holding back.

The ten streets of Dawn are the liveliest at night, because most people living here are migrant workers in Haicheng, and it only gets busy when they return after work in the evening. Usually, it's pretty deserted, with only a few loafers hanging around the arcades or playing in some mahjong parlors. As for Little Brian and his gang, they're used to being the local bullies here, fighting all the time. Seeing David Carter stop, they surrounded him.

"You really do run fast, almost let you get away. Kid, do you know why I'm looking for you?" Little Brian looked at David Carter with a cocky attitude.

David Carter grew up in a small city. Although he was an excellent student, he was no bookworm. As a kid, he was mischievous and often got into fights. Around their county, he was the king of the kids, so he was no stranger to this kind of situation.

"Heh..." David Carter laughed. There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world. Looking at Little Brian, he said, "Looks like you guys really offer full-service."

"Not bad, you're not too dumb, got some sense. Hand over the money, and we'll be kind enough to let you off today." Clearly, Little Brian was used to this kind of thing, acting like it was only natural.

"My money, if I hand it over to you, can you even swallow it? I'm afraid you'll break your teeth on it." David Carter's smile suddenly vanished, and he glared.

"Fucker, looking for a beating, huh? Get him..." Before Little Brian could say anything, another guy he brought along—also a small leader and the biggest of the bunch—lifted his foot and kicked at David Carter.

"Bang..." As soon as his foot came up, David Carter had already kicked him in the stomach. The guy, at least 1.8 meters tall and weighing over 160 pounds, was sent flying three or four meters back by David Carter's kick.

He hit the ground, rolled over twice, and finally stopped.

"Oww... ah..." The guy clutched his stomach, not passing out immediately, but in so much pain he couldn't get up.

"Looks like I controlled my strength pretty well. I could go a bit harder next time—knock him out completely to make sure he can't fight back." David Carter had tried to hold back his strength just now. After all, his body had suddenly gotten stronger, and he wasn't used to it yet. Except for his left arm, the rest was manageable—he just needed a bit more practice.

"You dare fight back? Fucking looking for death... Get him!" By the time Little Brian realized what happened, the guy was already flying. Little Brian cursed and swung his fist at David Carter.

The others attacked at the same time—four people either kicking or punching at David Carter. They blocked off the road, or so they thought. But to David Carter, their moves were still too slow. Even though he was fast, with four people attacking at once, he couldn't knock them all down at the same time. He definitely couldn't do it like in the movies, where he punches each of them as they attack together. But David Carter quickly calculated: if he used his left arm and didn't care about the consequences, he could take down three of them before they landed a hit.

But his left arm was just too dangerous right now, and he couldn't fully control it. So David Carter hesitated for a moment. There was a gap where the guy he kicked had been, so he darted through it. Little Brian and the others just saw a blur as David Carter crouched down and slipped out like a sly cat.

Once out, David Carter grabbed one guy by the back of the neck and flung him backward. The guy who was about to hit David Carter was thrown five or six meters and knocked out cold when he hit the ground.

Once he broke out of their encirclement, things got much easier. Dodging Little Brian and the others' attacks, David Carter punched another guy, knocking him out on the spot, then landed a perfect knee strike to another thug's stomach.

"Bang..." Only Little Brian was left. Just as his fist was about to hit David Carter's face, David Carter raised his hand and caught it.

"Ah... ah... my hand... my hand..." Little Brian's hand was gripped tight, and he felt a sharp pain. He tried to kick, but the pain made his body go limp, and he half-collapsed, crying out in agony. Little Brian felt like his fist was about to be crushed.