From the start of the fight until now, David Carter had been using only his right hand, and even so, he could feel that if he kept squeezing, this Little Brian's hand might get crushed. This was the so-called "strength of a thousand catties" that the soul spoke of—far too powerful. It seemed the soul in his left arm was right; his body had improved a lot, and this strength was truly formidable...

"You call that strong? And you have the nerve to say it out loud? Don’t even talk about comparing yourself to the great and awesome me—even compared to people who are just a bit stronger, you’re not even qualified to be an ant." Suddenly, the voice of the soul in his left arm rang out again in David Carter's mind.

"You’re awesome, you’re great—so awesome you don’t even know who you are, so great you’re stuck in my arm. You keep asking if I know your great name; why don’t I just call you Old Smith." At this moment, David Carter was feeling pretty good. Although he’d been in plenty of fights before, this was the first time he’d taken on five at once and won so easily.

Actually, everyone has a desire deep down to be a hero or a powerful figure, so that when faced with trouble, they don’t feel powerless. That’s why hero movies never go out of style. And David Carter's current strength had already far surpassed his previous limits—he could kick someone flying, or catch another’s punch.

Now, he was no longer as afraid of the soul in his left arm as before, so David Carter immediately shot back, saving himself from being constantly asked about the great soul’s name. A guy with amnesia should just be called Old Smith. Someone who’s always losing his memory—Old Smith suits him best.

"How dare you talk to the great and awesome me like that—do you know the consequences..." Hearing David Carter's earlier words, the awesome and great Old Smith was furious. But when he heard the name David Carter gave him, he suddenly fell silent. After three or four seconds, he actually agreed, "Hmm, although this isn’t the great and awesome me’s real name, I feel I really like it. Fine, from now on, I’ll temporarily be called Teacher."

"Ah..." Now it was David Carter's turn to be dumbfounded. Did he hear that right? But he quickly figured out what was going on. He meant the "失" in "amnesia," but this guy thought he meant "teacher"—as in someone who imparts knowledge. No wonder he accepted it so readily.

"I’ll finish things up here first, then talk to you later." As David Carter spoke, he suddenly yanked Little Brian's arm, pulling him up, then took a small step forward and drove his knee right into Little Brian's abdomen.

Now, aside from his left arm, David Carter could basically control the rest of his body’s strength. He knocked Little Brian out cold, then lifted him up with one hand.

"You didn’t even kill them all, or even cripple one of them. Looks like you still need more practice. In a society where the weak are prey to the strong, how do you expect to survive like this? When you act, you must be ruthless—if you strike, show no mercy, kill without hesitation!!" Old Smith was clearly in a good mood at this moment, offering advice even though David Carter hadn’t asked.

"This is a law-abiding society. If I killed someone, I’d be in big trouble. You think this is your soul’s world?" As he spoke, David Carter quickly made his way to the arcade.

"I, Teacher, am the greatest existence. Don’t compare me to such lowly beings. Law-abiding society? That’s just you seeing the world through a keyhole—you have no idea what this world is really like."

David Carter ignored whatever Old Smith was saying and carried Little Brian straight into the arcade. At that moment, the Boss was wandering around a few mahjong machines.

"Bang..." David Carter threw the unconscious Little Brian onto a machine, and Little Brian rolled to the floor, scaring Old Brooks into stumbling backward.

"Little Brian... you... what are you doing? You want to cause trouble? I’m telling you... this is Tiger's turf... I..." Old Brooks saw it was Little Brian who had just gone out, and then saw the menacing David Carter, and immediately panicked.

David Carter slowly walked up to Old Brooks. Old Brooks tried to back away in fear, but David Carter reached out and placed his hand on his shoulder. Old Brooks instantly couldn’t move. With his right hand pressing down on Old Brooks, David Carter slowly moved his hand to his neck.

"Do you believe that if I wanted to, I could snap your neck at any moment? Now, in front of everyone, explain how I cheated. If I won money playing the game fair and square, why did you send people after me?" David Carter wasn’t going to actually kill anyone like Old Smith suggested.

But right now, he was extremely annoyed, and riding the momentum from the fight, he also drew a bit on that feeling Old Smith described of wiping out all his enemies.

At this moment, Old Brooks's legs were already trembling with fear, and he could barely control his urge to pee. No one around dared to step forward, let alone intervene. They all just watched quietly, and quite a few people looked at Old Brooks with contempt.

"N-no... this is just a misunderstanding, they’re not... I didn’t..." Seeing Little Brian already unconscious, Old Brooks tried to pin the whole thing on him.

"Mm..." David Carter didn’t really squeeze Old Brooks's neck, but with a flex of his arm, he clamped down and lifted Old Brooks up, his gaze turning cold: "Are you really going to say he wasn’t the one you sent to cause me trouble? That you didn’t tell him to deal with me?"