The wooden-handled dagger, with an exceptionally sharp tip, was specifically designed for severing meat sinews. Its blade also bore sharp serrations, making it an indispensable utensil for devouring T-bone steaks. Even if taken to a butcher's, it would find immediate utility.
"Merely arm-wrestling is rather dull. Adding a bit of flair wouldn't hurt."
Jin Muchen approached the table with a faint smile, then lifted the tabletop of the small round table.
"Thud, thud."
Two bone-piercing daggers pierced through the tabletop, exposing half of their blades. Jin Muchen lowered the tabletop and made a casual gesture.
All the onlookers couldn't help but shudder at the sight of where his hand rested. This lad is truly ruthless!
Just a moment ago, it was merely arm-wrestling, but now, if anyone were to lose, at the moment their arm fell, it would surely be impaled by those bone-piercing daggers gleaming with cold light.
These were saw-toothed daggers; being pierced by such a blade would be difficult to treat, potentially resulting in disability.
John and the others wanted to advise Jin Muchen, but when it came to speaking, they didn't know how to begin.
Joey was stunned; he hadn't expected this Asian fellow to be so ruthless! Looking at the firm gaze of his opponent, he hesitated.
Meanwhile, Jin Muchen merely smiled faintly. "What? Scared? Are you nothing but a mere loudmouth? Feel your crotch; are your balls still there?"
His voice was not loud, yet it exuded remarkable composure. To Joey's ears, this composure sounded piercing.
Jin Muchen's demeanor of indifference bestowed upon him a transcendental confidence. Those who had initially doubted him now began to waver because this lad was truly ruthless!
Joey's face flushed with indignation. His lips moved, and finally, he reached out and placed his hand on the table. Both large hands clasped each other, with John gripping their hands, finding the balance, then abruptly releasing them.
Joey suddenly exerted force, his face turning crimson, his neck bulging, veins protruding from his forehead, but the Asian's hand across from him seemed as though it were cast in iron on the table, unmoving.
A faint smirk appeared on the opponent's face, but Joey paid no attention. He even disregarded the other hand that should have been under the table, violating the rules, and instead gripped the edge of the table, leveraging his strength. At this moment, he was using every last ounce of his strength.
Meanwhile, the spectators around, initially cheering and encouraging, now watched in astonishment. This wasn't making sense! Joey was significantly bulkier than the Asian man, yet why couldn't he budge him?
Jin Muchen chuckled lightly. "Is that all the strength you have? I'm about to exert force, oh!"
By now, everyone's brains had practically stopped functioning. At this juncture, this lad still had the strength to speak!!!
Before they could even react, the slender arm, two sizes smaller, suddenly moved. Almost instantly, with almost absolute superiority, it pressed down Joey's bulky arm onto the table.
The bone-piercing dagger, with pinpoint precision, pierced through Joey's arm, akin to a crab's pincer.
A miserable scream nearly ruptured the eardrums of all the onlookers.
Watching Joey's hand and the table nailed together, blood gushing out incessantly, Jin Muchen inexplicably felt a strange satisfaction.
He stood up and swept a cold gaze around at Joey's companions, a group of burly men. At this moment, not a single one dared to meet his eyes; his gaze swept over them as if they were children avoiding a teacher's gaze, each one lowering their head or turning their face away.
Joey, clutching his pierced arm, screamed in agony, while his companions were all petrified by Jin Muchen's sharp and piercing gaze, leaving the bar in a moment of silence.
"Take this pussy and get out of here!"
One sentence seemed to jolt the several burly men on the other side back to life. Immediately, they scrambled to pull Joey up from the ground and headed out of the bar.
But just as they reached the bar's entrance, Jin Muchen called out from behind.
"Oh, by the way, remember to remind him next time, after finishing his business, to remember to brush his teeth."
Jin Muchen's voice made those guys freeze in their tracks, then immediately scurry out of the bar.
"He's quite something, this lad."
At some point, Dandere, holding a Remington, arrived next to John. John didn't turn around, his voice low as he replied.
"Yeah, he's indeed quite something, but next, he might have trouble."
Dandere's chubby face wrinkled slightly. "No trouble at all. Joey's brother is still in jail, his hand is probably disabled, do you think his underlings will obey a disabled idiot?"
"It does seem so?"
John turned his head, but there was already a distinct smile on his face.
"What a pity for my table and two knives."
The old lady looked towards the door, muttering to herself, and John took over the conversation.
"Consider it on my tab."
"Never mind, I'll make sure that idiot Joey returns what's mine."
The old lady winked at John and then turned back to the bar counter.
After experiencing such a commotion, the atmosphere in the entire bar changed. Originally unfamiliar with Jin Muchen, the rough men now looked at him with different eyes, full of awe.
Every now and then, someone would sneak a glance over here, but none dared to meet Jin Muchen's gaze.
Paul, in particular, kept bombarding Jin Muchen with questions: "Hey buddy, you're not playing fair. Do you know how worried I was about you just now? Come on, confess, have you trained in martial arts?"
Paul had a typically robust demeanor, gesturing with his hands in the air, and humming along.
Meanwhile, the other workers also craned their necks, today Jin Muchen had brought them too many surprises.
Jin Muchen wasn't too arrogant, just scratching his head, then chuckled twice in acknowledgment.
"Hey buddy, teach me something, will you? I'm bowing to you."
Saying this, the big silly Paul actually knelt in front of Jin Muchen, clasping his hands and saying strangely, "Sifu..."
This elicited laughter from everyone, and the tense atmosphere from before suddenly relaxed...
When they came out of the bar, it was already past ten in the evening. Since many had drunk a bit too much, they didn't drive. However, their residences were not far from here, so some chose to walk back, while others called friends to pick them up.
Jin Muchen bid farewell to his new acquaintances one by one, then slowly walked towards the bus stop.
He lived on Flayb Street, located at the southernmost end of Brooklyn, while he was currently at the northernmost end of Brooklyn. Therefore, getting home now was a bit of a challenge.
He didn't have a car, and as for public transportation, some routes stopped running as early as 8 p.m.
As Jin Muchen prepared to walk a few more blocks ahead and then hail a taxi back, despite the exorbitant prices that would surely make one's wallet ache, a vintage Ford Mercury with headlights shining behind him stopped by his side. The window rolled down, revealing the delicate and beautiful face inside.
"Hey, thanks today. Where to? Shall I give you a ride?" It was the same girl from the bar, comparable to a supermodel, and Jin Muchen didn't hesitate, directly opening the car door and getting in.
"Hello, I'm Candice, and you?" A typical Anglo-Saxon beauty, with golden hair, blue eyes, a slender figure, and curves that could make one's eyes pop out, her personality was also outgoing and cheerful.
"I'm Jin Muchen, pleased to meet you." Jin Muchen smiled warmly and lightly shook hands with the blonde.
Candice withdrew her hand and tightened her grip on the steering wheel. "Where do you live?"
"On Fleab Street, under the Brooklyn Bridge."
"I know, that street next to Atlantic Department Store. By the way, where do you live? How can you not have a car?"
Candice gently pressed the accelerator, and the Mercury drove out of the street, turned a corner, and headed towards the southern end of Brooklyn.
"I had a car before, but I sold it."
"I see! By the way, I haven't thanked you properly for what happened earlier."
"Don't mention it, it's nothing."
"By the way, did you know? I've seen you before."
"Oh? Really?" Jin Muchen turned to look at the girl. Candice was focused on the road ahead, her face petite and exquisite, very beautiful. However, Jin Muchen couldn't recall where he had seen this girl before.
"It was in front of the Columbia Business School building, last semester, during the final exams. Don't you remember? I borrowed a lighter from you." Candice said, and then Jin Muchen remembered that indeed, on the day before the exam, he had arrived very early, and before the exam started, he could only wander around the building. At that time, Candice and a few other girls were standing at the entrance of the building, smoking.
A group of beautiful girls, among them Candice and another blonde, were particularly eye-catching, truly feast for the eyes. Jin Muchen had secretly observed them from a nearby bench. Later, one of the girls came straight to him to borrow a lighter. And now that Candice mentioned it, the image of the girl who borrowed the lighter from him gradually overlapped with Candice.
"Oh! I remember now."
"Haha, you remember, right? So, we're Columbia alumni!" Since they were alumni, the two quickly became familiar, and the atmosphere was no longer as awkward as before.
After ten o'clock in the New York City, the streets were no longer congested as during the day. Soon they arrived at Fleab Street, in front of the apartment building where Jin Muchen rented a place.