After equipping the subway police character card, Russell's fighting ability skyrocketed. The grappling and combat techniques he learned at the police academy were nothing compared to the military combat skills used by Delta Force for lethal encounters. Although his physical fitness hadn’t improved, his combat power had definitely risen to a new level.

Slicked-back Hair was still seeing stars, and his reactions were a bit sluggish. Russell nimbly dodged his attacks several times in a row, and Slicked-back Hair suffered another brutal beating, finally getting kicked in the temple. He barely managed to stay upright by leaning against the concrete barrier.

Slicked-back Hair knew that if he didn’t do something now, he’d be finished for real. Enduring the pain that felt like his heart was being torn apart, he entered bullet time for the third time.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Adrenaline surged, his heartbeat raced, and Slicked-back Hair's vision gradually cleared. He was still a bit unsteady, but it was no longer a big problem.

Racing against the clock, Slicked-back Hair didn’t waste time with threats. He stomped on the ground and charged forward like a whirlwind, kicking up dust and swinging his right fist at Russell's temple.

In bullet time, Slicked-back Hair's speed, strength, and reflexes reached an exaggerated level. Russell relied on his sixth sense to raise his arm and block, but was still sent flying by the punch.

His blocking arm throbbed with pain. While airborne, Russell curled up to protect his vulnerable spots. This instinctive move saved him again, as he was kicked to the ground by Slicked-back Hair following up.

It hurt—a lot. Muscles and tissues were badly bruised, but no bones or tendons were broken.

Seeing Slicked-back Hair swinging a kick at him, Russell didn’t retreat but instead lunged forward, crashing into Slicked-back Hair's chest with his elbow aimed at the heart.

【Ding! Host has broken through mental limits, Int+1, current attribute is 10 (9+1)】

Russell didn’t hear the system notification. He only knew that his reaction speed was even faster, and his ability to anticipate attacks was more precise. He couldn’t match Slicked-back Hair in speed or strength, but with his predictive ability, he dodged Slicked-back Hair's killing moves just in time.

The elbow strike hit Slicked-back Hair's heart, and by a stroke of luck, forced him out of bullet time. Slicked-back Hair staggered back two steps, his face showing not just pain but also disbelief.

“You... could it be that you also...”

Russell didn’t care what Slicked-back Hair was saying. After elbowing him aside, his momentum stopped. Because he used too much force, his foot slipped and he fell forward. Without pausing to regain his balance, Russell used the motion to launch a surprise attack.

His target was between Slicked-back Hair's legs. He felt no shame—this wasn’t a sparring match, it was a fight for his life, so he aimed for the most lethal spot.

If it’s an elbow, then let’s elbow!

Russell struck with his elbow, and immediately... Slicked-back Hair was caught off guard, his eyes bulging from the pain of this despicable, shameless, and dirty move. Seeing him clutching his legs and kneeling on the ground in a pigeon-toed, awkward posture, it was clear he’d have trouble having sex in the future.

A light hit causes intense pain and makes the opponent collapse; a heavy hit is agony enough to kill on the spot.

After taking this blow, Slicked-back Hair's eyes were unfocused, drool running from the corners of his mouth, and he was making unconscious whimpering sounds.

Russell felt no pity for him at all. He circled behind, hooked his arm around Slicked-back Hair's neck, and twisted hard.

With a click, Slicked-back Hair collapsed to the ground. Other than his limbs twitching, he made no further movements...

Chapter 6: What is a Daixiahu

After dealing with Slicked-back Hair, Russell plopped down on the ground, gasping for breath. He hadn’t felt anything while fully focused, but now he realized how many times he’d narrowly escaped death. His hands and feet were trembling, so much so that he didn’t even notice the two system notifications.

Glancing at the gradually cooling Slicked-back Hair, Russell forced himself to focus on the corpse. It wasn’t to overcome fear or disgust, but because his instructor at the police academy had taught him to look at corpses often, to maintain a sense of reverence for death, so as not to become numb to it and turn into a complete psychopath.

Russell used to think the instructor made sense, but after ending a life with his own hands and staring at the corpse, he felt more and more that the instructor was the real psychopath!

Once Russell's heartbeat returned to normal, he slowly stood up. The special operations memories and firearms mastery from the subway police character had already faded from his mind. Not completely gone—if he thought hard, he could recall some fragments, but they were so blurry, even more so than a blackout from drinking.

“A magical card. Rather than equipping a character card, it’s more like unlocking a skill to learn...”

It didn’t matter if he couldn’t remember. Russell believed that with more practice, he’d get the hang of it. Even if 90% of the memory was lost, as long as he retained 10%, it was still a win.

Russell rolled up his sleeve and looked at the bruises on his arm. The injuries he’d sustained while using the character card were still there. This dispelled his unrealistic fantasy—he’d thought that equipping a character card was like gaining an extra life.

But now...

It’s not impossible. He still had a Usain Bolt character card to equip. If he died once and tried it, he could verify his theory 100%.

Russell rubbed his chin, hesitating: “Should I... give it a try!?”

“Ring ring ring~~~ ring ring ring~~~ ring ring ring~~~”