Mad Dog stepped forward and grabbed Ethan Carter by the collar, snarling viciously, “Kid! How dare you cause trouble on my turf? You must be tired of living! Hand over all the money you’ve made recently!” The scar on Mad Dog’s face, twisted in anger, was enough to intimidate most people.

“But I’ve already spent all the money on medicine.” Ethan Carter looked at him in fear, but there was a hidden calmness in his eyes that others would hardly notice.

“You son of a bitch!” Mad Dog shoved Ethan Carter to the ground, picked up an iron rod, and smashed it down on Ethan Carter, shouting at the top of his lungs, “Cripple this brat for me! I’ll let you buy medicine again! I’ll let you use my money to buy medicine again!” Mad Dog swung the iron rod furiously, hitting Ethan Carter again and again, while the dozen or so thugs around him rushed forward and began beating Ethan Carter as well. They wanted everyone around to see what happens when you anger them.

But none of them noticed that ever since the beating started, Ethan Carter, curled up on the ground, hadn’t let out a single cry of pain.

The rolling shutter of the Xuanhu Clinic was quietly lowering to the ground without anyone noticing, and the lock on the shutter automatically clicked, completely sealing the room off from the outside. One of the stronger thugs suddenly realized, while beating, that the iron rod in his hand had somehow bent, as if he’d struck something incredibly hard.

In an instant, the room’s lights went out, and the excited gangsters stopped their assault. Mad Dog, seeing this, shouted arrogantly, “What’s going on? What the hell is this? Turn the lights back on!”

Suddenly, the temperature in the room dropped sharply. Many people shivered, and a hoarse voice began to echo through the room.

The lights flickered back on. Ethan Carter was sitting at his desk again, his clothes torn in several places, but not a single bruise or mark could be found on his body.

A steel pipe, like a grip strength bar, had been easily bent by Ethan Carter, though unlike a grip bar, the steel pipe couldn’t spring back.

Clang—the steel pipe was casually tossed to the floor by Ethan Carter.

Jumping down from the desk, Ethan Carter pointed at the mess around him and said slowly, “I spent a hundred thousand yuan renovating this place, and the medicinal herbs cost me even more effort. As for those two crystal glass doors, they’re worth at least fifty thousand yuan. You trashed my place, and even took the three hundred and fifty thousand yuan from my cash register. Isn’t it time we settled up?”

Mad Dog, snapping out of his shock at seeing the steel pipe bent, heard Ethan Carter rattling off numbers and burst out laughing. He drew his weapon—the one that made him king of this street—a Type 54 pistol, and pointed it at Ethan Carter, shouting, “You’ve got some nerve! Trying to scam your grandpa Mad Dog! Get on your knees!”

“Shoot.” Ethan Carter said with a smile.

“Don’t think I won’t!” Mad Dog, who had never actually killed anyone, was already trembling as he held the gun, unconsciously taking a step back.

“Shoot.” In a flash, Ethan Carter darted forward, snatched the pistol from Mad Dog before he could react, and pressed it to his own temple, saying, “Sometimes, a gun isn’t all-powerful.”

Ethan Carter pulled the trigger. The bullet fired from the gun struck his temple as if hitting the steel plate of a tank, not leaving even a scratch. The shell casing and bullet fell to the ground almost simultaneously, bouncing slightly before coming to rest.

All the thugs were stunned by what they saw.

“I know the real Iron Shirt technique from Shaolin. You can’t kill me.” Ethan Carter picked up the pistol and pointed it at the other thugs.

The thugs, who had been so fierce just moments before, immediately dropped to their knees when the gun was pointed at them.

“Now, shall we renegotiate the compensation?” Ethan Carter said with a smile.

Like meat on a chopping block, Mad Dog had no choice but to temporarily submit to the even crazier Ethan Carter before him.

“Fifty thousand for the crystal glass doors…”

“But that’s clearly just… Yes! Yes! They’re crystal glass doors!” With a Type 54 pistol pressed to his head, few people wouldn’t be scared. Mad Dog could only accept this reality.

“You took the three hundred and fifty thousand yuan in cash from my register.”

Mad Dog looked at the tiny cash register, which couldn’t possibly hold three hundred and fifty thousand even in thousand-yuan bills, let alone in this era where the largest denomination was a hundred. But with the situation as it was, he had no choice but to accept all the compensation.

“All right! Now, leave everything of value you have on you as an advance payment for compensation.” After forcing Mad Dog to sign the compensation agreement, Ethan Carter gave his first order to the gangsters, who wore thick gold chains around their necks and gold watches on their wrists.