"Y-yes... yes..."

Old Brooks nodded frantically in fear, realizing he had really messed with the wrong person this time. He hadn't expected this guy to be so formidable.

"Good that you admit it. If I didn't know a bit of martial arts, after winning the money, not only would you have taken it back by force, but I'd have ended up in the hospital. Honestly, you shouldn't be running an arcade—you might as well just go rob people with your crew."

"I'm sorry... I'll compensate you... it's all my fault..." Old Brooks was truly terrified now, especially after seeing even Little Brian and those thugs get beaten up so badly. In his panic, he completely lost control, his pants quickly soaked, urine dripping down.

"Damn... ugh..." David Carter suddenly caught a whiff of urine. He'd originally wanted to beat this guy up, but now he just felt disgusted and tossed him out.

Old Brooks crashed right onto a chair—a wooden one—which immediately broke apart under his weight, pieces scattering everywhere.

"Hmph..." David Carter looked at him and snorted coldly, "I'm here today to tell you that I won your money with skill. If you can't afford to run this place, then don't."

At this point, David Carter glanced at the row of slot machines, walked over, and grabbed a game token from a kid's hand.

After what had just happened, the kid didn't even dare move. David Carter looked at the coin slot of the slot machine, casually tossed the token, and it drew a perfect arc right into the slot. This made David Carter even more confident in his precise arm control, so he casually tossed tokens into the other machines as well.

Just like throwing darts, he instantly put all the tokens into the machines, then quickly walked past each one, pulling the lever on every machine.

As all the machines started spinning, David Carter walked along, slapping each one. Soon, the sound of jackpot wins rang out from every machine. Everyone in the arcade gathered around, but no one said a word—they were all stunned.

"Clatter... clatter... clatter..." The constant sound of tokens pouring out made everyone's hearts tremble, a mix of fear and excitement.

With the sounds coming from the machines, the atmosphere became even more intense. The scene was simply spectacular and thrilling.

"Now you're satisfied," David Carter said as he strode toward the exit. At the door, he called out, "These are for everyone to play with."

Chapter 8: Power

All the slot machines in the arcade were ringing with jackpot sounds, but there was no other noise. Not until David Carter had walked more than twenty meters away did he hear the place erupt like a pot boiling over, with countless people scrambling for the winning tokens.

David Carter couldn't be bothered to care about any of this. He wasn't a violent person, but he definitely wasn't someone who only knew how to endure and "repay evil with good." He had his own standards. If he were just an ordinary person who happened to win some money here, wouldn't he have ended up beaten and unlucky?

These people were definitely acting on Old Brooks's orders, so today counted as giving him a taste of his own medicine. Although Shuguang Ten Streets was called a "street," it was actually huge—just being a street or two apart meant a long distance, so David Carter wasn't worried they'd come after him. Besides, he wasn't afraid of them now anyway.

"Too weak, too soft. Even if you don't kill them, you should cripple them. That way you won't have trouble later." At this moment, Old Smith's voice sounded in his mind again.

"If I crippled them all, I'd probably be wanted by the police right away. Sure, I have the strength of a thousand pounds now, and fighting thugs is fine, but do you really think I'm invulnerable? Even if I were, I couldn't be on the run every day, right?" David Carter actually had a lot of questions he wanted to discuss with Old Smith. Although he'd just dealt with this trouble, he already had a plan—getting enough money for rent in three days wouldn't be a problem. So now, he started thinking more about understanding the changes in his body and many other unknown things.

"You could just go at night and kill them all. I can teach you a thousand ways to do it without anyone ever finding out, even how to destroy the bodies. This world isn't as peaceful as you think. What you see is just the surface. If a volcano suddenly erupts somewhere, maybe someone was cultivating there. If there's something strange going on, it's probably not aliens—most likely, someone fought there. The law of the jungle has never changed from ancient times to now. Ordinary people just never get the chance to know the truth." Old Smith said, sounding very serious.

"Stop, stop, let's not discuss that for now. You just said my thousand-pound strength is like a little ant. Why don't you explain that to me?" On one hand, David Carter was curious; on the other, he really didn't want Old Smith to start teaching him a thousand ways to kill and cover up a murder.

"Calling you a little ant is already giving you too much credit. Not to mention those with supernatural powers in the Dao of Alchemy, just talking about strength alone—your body now has about a thousand pounds of force, your left arm about two thousand. That's just barely entry-level, the entry to strength. Of course, you're still a ways off from truly entering. You have to train your whole body to have over two thousand pounds of strength—only then can you be considered to have truly entered."