However, the bag snatcher was clearly not the leader of this group. The boss was a fierce-looking guy with a face full of flesh and a bald, shiny head. Under the sunlight, his head gleamed with oil, and a scar ran from his forehead all the way to the center of his scalp, like a menacing centipede crawling across his head, making anyone who saw it feel a chill in their heart.

“Hurry up and get in the car, or I’ll blow your brains out right now!” The bald man tapped the steel pipe lightly against his palm, bared his white teeth at Jack Carter, and threatened viciously.

Jack Carter glanced at the steel pipe in the bald man’s hand and, without another word, climbed into the car.

“Damn, this kid sure knows what’s good for him!” Seeing Jack Carter obediently get in the car without a fuss, the bald man spat on the ground and cursed, but secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although there weren’t many pedestrians on the road, and although people these days were used to minding their own business and no one dared to meddle, beating someone in broad daylight still carried some risk. If they could avoid doing it on the street, all the better.

As soon as Jack Carter got in the car, the bag snatcher and another man sandwiched him in the middle seat, both eyes bloodshot as they stared at Jack Carter. The bag snatcher curled his lips into a smug, cold smile and said, “Thirty years on the east bank, thirty years on the west bank. Didn’t expect this, did you, kid? We meet again!”

“Yeah, I didn’t expect it. I let you off kindly at noon, and now you’re back for more? Aren’t you just hurting yourself and dragging your buddies down with you?” Jack Carter looked at the bag snatcher and shook his head regretfully.

“Damn it, kid, are your eyes on your ass? Can’t you see the situation you’re in? Looks like if I don’t teach you a lesson, you’ll never understand why the flowers are so red!” The bag snatcher was already fuming, and seeing Jack Carter still acting cocky at this moment, he angrily swung the steel pipe at Jack Carter’s head.

Chapter 4: Who’s Beating Whom

“Shit, Frank, don’t hit his head! I just washed my car this morning…” The driver, a burly man, saw through the rearview mirror that Frank—the bag snatcher—was about to hit Jack Carter’s head with the steel pipe and immediately shouted.

But before the driver could finish, there was a “bang!”—the sound of the steel pipe hitting a head echoed inside the car, followed by Frank suddenly clutching his head and shrieking, “My head, my head, it’s bleeding!”

The car suddenly fell silent, except for Frank wailing and clutching his head. Everyone, including the driver, stared wide-eyed through the rearview mirror at Jack Carter, who was now holding the steel pipe and playing with it nonchalantly.

They still couldn’t figure out how it happened. The steel pipe was clearly in Frank’s hand, and he was clearly swinging it at Jack Carter’s head—so how did it all get turned around in an instant?

“Didn’t expect it, little brother, you’re actually a martial artist. No wonder you dared to meddle and walk into the dragon’s den alone!” The bald man, worthy of being the boss, quickly regained his composure. His eyes, fierce yet wary, fixed coldly on Jack Carter.

“Dragon’s den? You guys think you deserve to be called dragons or tigers? Please, don’t be so shameless, okay?” Jack Carter couldn’t help but mock.

“Damn! Get him!” The bald man, enraged by Jack Carter’s mockery, cursed and grabbed a steel pipe, swinging it at Jack Carter’s head.

The others immediately joined in.

As the saying goes, even a master can be overwhelmed by a flurry of punches. They believed that with three people attacking together in such a confined space, even if Jack Carter was a martial arts master, he’d be left with nothing to do but cover his head and cry.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!” Three sounds of steel pipes colliding with heads rang out in the car, followed by three screams of pain. After the screams came the screech of an emergency brake—the driver, seeing the boss and the others all with split heads, was so terrified he reflexively slammed on the brakes.

“If you don’t want your head to end up like theirs, you’d better drive properly. Oh, and go to Nanshan Road.” Seeing the car suddenly stop, Jack Carter frowned slightly, then gently tapped the driver’s head with the steel pipe and said calmly.

The cold steel pipe made the driver shudder all over, cold sweat streaming down his forehead.

“Y-yes, I’ll drive right away.” The driver’s voice and hands trembled as he got the car moving again.

Seeing the car back on the road, Jack Carter’s expression finally eased a bit. He then grabbed both ends of the steel pipe and casually bent and straightened it, as if he were exercising with a strength bar.

The bald man and the others, still clutching their heads and unwilling to give up, broke out in a cold sweat when they saw this.

This was a real steel pipe, yet this young guy was using it like a strength bar, and doing it so easily—what kind of monster was he? If he suddenly decided to use their “tender arms and legs” for practice, wouldn’t that be…

At this thought, the bald man and the others all looked fearfully at their own burly arms, which suddenly seemed soft and delicate instead of strong and sturdy.