“小光, don’t get upset about losing money. When you win later, let’s go sing karaoke, and I’ll help you find a hot girl to have some fun with!” Brian rubbed his cards, then leisurely exhaled a smoke ring.

At this moment, Charles Warren had already moved behind Bruce. Suddenly, he struck, grabbing Bruce’s hair and yanking it back hard!

Ah! Bruce, completely unprepared, was caught off guard by this vicious move and let out a thunderous howl.

Crack! With that fierce pull, Charles Warren dragged Bruce to the ground by his hair, even breaking the chair in the process.

Charles Warren had planned this all along. As he grabbed the hair, his other hand moved quickly, sweeping across the table and grabbing a big handful—who knows how many red bills he snatched up—feeling his hand bulge with cash, he stuffed it into his pocket.

At that moment, all the thugs at the table snapped to attention and stood up abruptly.

Charles Warren then kicked the table over with a swift kick, and immediately stomped hard on Bruce’s face, then leapt away like a monkey, covering two or three meters in a flash.

Charles Warren stood in a “horse stance,” which had already increased the strength in his waist and legs. The “Monkey Steals the Peach” move is meant to strike and then leap away.

What’s more, the three-body stance that Charles Warren had practiced was showing its effect—his whole body was full of energy and stamina. With this series of rapid moves, Charles Warren didn’t even break a sweat.

All these actions had been calculated by Charles Warren in advance, and sure enough, he caught the group of thugs completely off guard.

Hearing Bruce’s miserable screams on the ground, Charles Warren felt a rush of satisfaction, as if Zhu Bajie had eaten a ginseng fruit—every pore in his body tingled with excitement.

“Beating people really feels good! After all these years, today I finally get to hold my head high! Awesome!”

“You little bastard, you’re looking for death!”

Brian was the first to react. He immediately grabbed a stool and smashed it over, clearly showing his extensive fighting experience.

Charles Warren quickly dodged, but Brian was already upon him, slamming a kick toward Charles Warren’s lower abdomen.

That stool swing and kick from Brian were incredibly practiced, obviously the result of countless fights and reflexes.

Charles Warren had never been in a fight before, so he was clearly lacking in experience and took a direct hit from Brian’s kick.

Luckily, the horse stance he’d practiced came in handy—Charles Warren wasn’t knocked down, just staggered back two steps, and his stomach didn’t even hurt.

“If I go down today, I’m finished! But this guy’s kick has no power—I don’t feel any pain!” As Charles Warren retreated two steps, he saw five or six thugs around him already grabbing stools or pool cues.

Charles Warren stood in the three-body stance, his abdomen tensed, giving him some resistance to blows.

Brian, worthy of being a frequent fighter, was surprised that his kick hadn’t knocked Charles Warren down. He hesitated for a moment, then swung his fist and lunged forward.

Charles Warren quickly turned, exposing his back to Brian.

Brian punched Charles Warren in the back, but Charles Warren gritted his teeth through the pain and spun around, using the “groin strike” move.

He had practiced this groin strike nearly ten thousand times over the past two months—he couldn’t be more familiar with it.

Brian reacted suddenly and managed to block the elbow, but Charles Warren flicked his forearm, landing a direct hit on Brian’s groin.

Brian immediately squatted down, clutching his crotch and rolling on the ground, his eyes rolling back in agony, completely losing his ability to fight.

Charles Warren turned and ran.

Because six or seven others were closing in with weapons.

Red bills were scattered all over the floor, but Charles Warren didn’t have time to pick them up.

Still, Charles Warren was a bit puzzled: “These thugs are gambling big—where did they get all that money?”

The sports center was huge, but there were walls on all sides, and the main exit was blocked by two small-time thugs. Charles Warren knew that if even one of them grabbed him, he’d be outnumbered and finished, so he dashed up the stairs on the other side.

Six or seven people shouted and chased after him.

The fight caused quite a commotion, with people everywhere coming out to watch the spectacle, making the place feel like a bustling market.

Charles Warren was fast and had good stamina. After running for a while, the others still hadn’t caught up.

“Should I go back and take down a few more to get some real combat experience?”

Just as Charles Warren was getting cocky again, suddenly, a sharp police siren blared, and a police car drove in. Someone must have called the cops after seeing the fight.

Chapter 7: The Robber Becomes the Victim

The police car drove in, and the thugs chasing Charles Warren were the first to hear the siren. Instinctively, they stopped and bolted.

But after running a few steps, someone suddenly realized, “Hey, they were the ones who started the robbery and assault. This isn’t just our usual brawling—why are we running?”

With that shout, the thugs stopped running; some even walked toward the police.

At that moment, as soon as the police car stopped, five or six fully armed officers jumped out with military precision.

Leading them was a burly, broad-shouldered, six-foot-tall middle-aged policeman, who immediately barked orders: “Everyone involved in the fight, take them all away, quick! No onlookers, move!”

The officers moved with astonishing speed, instantly cuffing all the thugs, including the ones Charles Warren had knocked down—Brian and Bruce.