The individual who was thrown out experienced the most severe consequences. His right arm was almost entirely detached from his body, held on only by tendons. Following the impact, he suffered damage to his cheekbones, ribs, and leg bones, resulting in serious fractures and numerous broken bones throughout his body.


    In contrast, while the injuries sustained by the four others were not as grave, the sudden and intense force they experienced felt akin to being struck by a speeding car. They were all left battered and in pain, sprawled on the ground, resembling lost souls crying out in anguish as wolves howled in the distance.


    None of them could have predicted that an ordinary person could wield such formidable power. Deep down, they realized they had encountered a true master—perhaps this was what they referred to as legendary Kung Fu.


    At that moment, Charlie approached the five individuals with a stoic expression. He observed their terrified faces and slowly crouched down in front of them.


    The five were so frightened that they instinctively wanted to retreat, but they huddled helplessly in the corner with nowhere to escape.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    The leader of the group, who had already been severely beaten, was stripped of all his former bravado. Fear and anxiety were etched across his face.


    Charlie locked eyes with him and delivered a resounding p to his face!


    The sharp sound echoed throughout the roast goose shop.


    As the man’s cheek began to swell rapidly, Charlie smirked and remarked, “What’s this underworld all about? And Burning Angel… who came up with such a ridiculous name? Take a look at your old donkey face; does it resemble an angel in any way?”


    The man’s cheek throbbed with pain, feeling as if it was going to explode. All he could do was plead, “I’m sorry! I truly didn’t know you could do Kung Fu. Please, let us go! We promise we’ll never return!”


    Charlie frowned and pped him again with force.


    The crisp sound made the eardrums of the four witnesses around him ache.


    After delivering the second p, Charlie grinned and questioned, “Weren’t you very fierce just moments ago? The way you held that gun was impressive. It looked like you were ready to leap and shoot. Why have you turned so soft so quickly?”<fnd65b> Chapters first released on FindN()vel</fnd65b>


    The man, nearly on the brink of fainting from the beating, found that the pain in his face sharpened his rity. He understood he was up against a formidable opponent today, and with no one toe to his aid, he could only seek a way out in a subdued tone.


    With desperation, he confessed, “Sir, I truly regret my actions… I grew up in a poor household. My father abandoned my mother when she was pregnant. She worked multiple jobs to raise me. I had a tough upbringing and got involved with gangs at a young age. I beg you, for my mother’s sake, spare my life…”


    Charlie responded with a smile, “So, your current strategy is to show weakness and beg for mercy, and once you’re out, you’ll round up more people to help you, right?”


    The man quickly retorted, “No, no! Absolutely not! I swear to God!”


    Charlie pped him again and asked coldly, “If you truly believe in God, why are you threatening people with a gun to collect protection money? With a gun, you are a Burning Angel; without it, you’re just a Lamb of God. So, do you believe in God or guns?”


    “I… I…” The man was at a loss for words under Charlie’s questioning. He could only stammer, “I… I believe in God…”


    Charlie pressed on, “Do you think God will bless you today?”


    The man faltered. He feared that no matter how he answered, he would fail Charlie’s test. If he said yes, Charlie might argue otherwise and shoot him; if he said no, he risked death by Charlie’s hand as well.


    Feeling utterly desperate, he begged, “Brother, please spare my life. I… I don’t want to die… I promise I’ll never join a gang again!”


    Seeing his abject fear, Charlie smiled slightly and replied, “Your chance of survival depends on whether you can seize it.” The man, upon hearing this, began to cry, “I will grasp it! I swear I will!”


    Charlie nodded, removed the magazine from his pistol, and handed it to him, saying, “Don’t you enjoy making others taste the bullets? Go ahead, eat them all! I warn you, finish everyst one, or I’ll make sure you get shot with whatever’s left!”