The gang hurriedly helped up the sleazy man. Before the man, who looked like he was on his last breath, could say anything, a few sharp-eyed ones had already noticed the blood-stained pen in the woman's hand and quickly figured out what had happened.

“Bitch, are you fucking tired of living?” A red-haired guy with a nose ring rushed over and raised his hand to slap the woman across the face. But his hand had only gone halfway when he suddenly screamed in pain and jerked it back as if he'd been stung by a wasp.

It turned out that just as the red-haired, nose-ringed man was about to hit her, the woman had stabbed him hard with the pen in her hand—of course, using the tip.

What a rose with thorns—too bad Ethan Cooper didn't like her one bit.

First, the woman had injured the sleazy man, and now she’d stabbed the red-haired guy. That was like poking the same hornet’s nest twice in a row. The men almost simultaneously drew their knives, shrieking as they lunged at her.

A tragedy was about to unfold—a beautiful flower was about to be ravaged!

This gang was large and vicious. Every passenger on the bus was on edge, and even the driver was so scared he didn’t dare start the engine again. Who would still have any sympathy for a damsel in distress?

If Ethan Cooper didn’t step up now, he’d be letting the audience down. But instead of stepping forward, he reached out and yanked the stunned, terrified woman behind him, putting himself directly in the path of the flashing knives.

Three blades were about to stab into Ethan Cooper, and the bus was filled with gasps and sighs: Do you know what it means to shoot the bird that sticks its head out, or to chop down the local tyrant? If not, you’re about to see a live demonstration.

Everyone thought Ethan Cooper was about to be hacked to pieces and left in a pool of blood.

But that’s not what happened. Shooting the bird that sticks its head out doesn’t always work, but chopping down the local tyrant did—because if the bird is fast and fierce enough, you can’t hit it with a gun!

Ethan Cooper was always quick and fierce. In a flash, before anyone could react, the three knives were suddenly in his hands, and the three men were already lying on the ground, playing dead.

No one saw how Ethan Cooper made his move, nor did anyone know where he’d struck the three men. All they saw was the three of them lying motionless on the ground, as if dead.

This ragtag bunch were bullies who preyed on the weak and feared the strong. At most, they’d pick on easy targets, and if they ran into someone tough, they’d only gang up if they had the numbers. But faced with a master who seemed to have stepped out of a martial arts movie for a cameo as a hero, they knew their limits. Even if they had twice as many people, it would be like throwing meat buns at a dog—never to return.

“Come on!” Ethan Cooper raised one hand and beckoned with the other, his legs in a horse stance, perfectly imitating the opening move of Tai Chi master Zhang Sanfeng—though it seemed Wong Fei-hung from Foshan liked this move too.

Faced with his challenge, the gang didn’t move at all. In fact, their eyes betrayed a fear they couldn’t hide. With the three men on the ground, dead or alive, who would dare go up and court death?

No one’s coming? Well, if you won’t come to me, I’ll come to you! Ethan Cooper was just about to go over and teach them a lesson when he felt someone tug at his sleeve from behind. He turned to see Megan Brooks looking at him timidly, her other hand pointing at the now-open bus door. The meaning was clear: Boss, shouldn’t we be leaving now?

Ethan Cooper was just getting into it, but when he saw the fierce glint in Megan Brooks’s gentle eyes, he could only give up in defeat!

He could handle Brooks Miss’s lion’s roar, but if he could avoid it, he’d rather not.

He cupped his hands in a martial salute to the gang and said, “Brothers of the underworld, I have urgent business today, so I’ll take my leave. Until we meet again…”

Until we meet again? The local thugs were terrified, while the onlookers didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Megan Brooks was exasperated—this guy was acting crazy again. To avoid further embarrassment, she practically dragged him off the bus. The woman who had caused the bloody scene naturally followed them out.

“Motherf—” Seeing this troublemaker finally leave, the thugs breathed a huge sigh of relief and were about to curse him out. But as soon as the first syllable left their lips, it was as if a cold, invisible yam had stuffed their mouths—they couldn’t close them again!

That troublemaker had actually come back, face grim, head lowered, walking toward them.

The whole group was so scared they nearly screamed like women, especially the red-haired guy in front, who stared at Ethan Cooper in shock as he approached, his face drained of color, his legs shaking like a leaf.

“Hm?” Ethan Cooper let out a soft, cold snort, but it was even more intimidating than Megan Brooks’s lion’s roar!

The red-haired guy couldn’t take it—he fell to the ground on his butt, wetting his pants, and stammered, “P-p-please, sir, have mercy…”

“Good dogs don’t block the road. Move!” Ethan Cooper waved his hand as if shooing away an annoying fly.

The red-haired guy immediately scrambled back to his buddies, but they recoiled from him as if he had SARS, and in the once-crowded bus, a two-meter-wide gap suddenly appeared.