31: Chapter 31: One kick sends a 300-pound mafia member flying, leaving everyone stunned.
Watching Lin Tian pull out a large wad of greenbacks, the fat man, Buck, rolled his eyes, his greed instantly clouding his mind.
He bared his yellow-toothed mouth and chuckled at Lin Tian:
"Chinese kid, to be honest, I happened to lose a large bundle of cash when I went out this morning!"
Hearing this blatant lie, John Browning, who was standing behind the counter, changed color instantly.
He immediately took a step forward and shouted:
"Buck! Don't go too far!"
Browning knew the background of this group very well.
Buck was a ruthless Mafia member who ran rampant in the town.
Not only did this guy extort protection money, but he also ran an underground casino in secret.
He was definitely a butcher with blood on his hands, and he had taken many lives.
Right now, this fat pig was clearly targeting the large sum of money in Lin Tian's hands.
Browning was grateful from the bottom of his heart for Lin Tian's recruitment and definitely did not want this wealthy boss to encounter danger in his own gun shop.
Facing the warning, Buck didn't take it seriously at all.
He pointed at Browning's nose and cursed: "Shut your mouth! Who do you think you are? A piece of dog shit dares to meddle in my business?"
Browning's face turned livid from the scolding, and he clenched his fists tightly.
But when his gaze swept over the four burly white thugs behind Buck, his anger was instantly suppressed by fear.
He was all alone and simply couldn't afford to provoke these desperate thugs.
Lin Tian glanced at the frightened Browning, his face showing no panic at all.
He turned his head, looked calmly at the fierce-looking Italian fat man in front of him, and said indifferently:
"So? What exactly does Mr. Buck mean to express?"
Hearing Lin Tian throw out such a naive question, Browning's heart sank by half.
He felt that Lin Tian was a genius at invention, but his ability to handle social situations was at rock bottom.
The situation was obvious; this fat pig was clearly going to rob the cash!
Couldn't he even see through this bit of street common sense?
On the other side, Buck heard Lin Tian's retort and was immediately grinning from ear to ear.
He concluded that the kid in front of him was an inexperienced rich young master, purely a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.
Buck relit a cigar, took a big puff, exhaled smoke, and said: "Chinese kid, I think the cash you are holding is exactly the property I accidentally lost this morning. Do you think that's right?"
"All this money is yours?"
Lin Tian feigned a naive look, even deliberately taking out the remaining large stack of greenbacks from the inside pocket of his suit.
Looking at this silly teenager, Buck was overjoyed.
He felt that these three thousand dollars were about to obediently fall into his pocket.
In the blink of an eye, he could get three thousand dollars for free; he could wake up laughing in his dreams!
However, this wild pig, blinded by greed, didn't notice that Alan and Tom, who were acting as bodyguards at the shop entrance, were looking at him with pity.
The two white strongmen didn't draw their guns, nor did they have any intention of helping.
They knew their boss's terrifying combat power all too well.
Based on their boss's modified, monstrous body, even with the two of them plus a platoon of soldiers, they would definitely not be the boss's opponent.
Buck was oblivious and continued to shout arrogantly:
"Not a cent off! All the money in your hands is what I lost; God can testify for me!"
"Oh? Since God is personally testifying, I'll just reward it all to you!"
As Lin Tian said this, he obediently raised the thick stack of bills and handed them toward Buck.
Seeing this, Browning, who was standing behind the counter, was completely desperate.
However, at this moment.
A sudden turn of events!
Lin Tian didn't stuff the money into the other person's hand; instead, he waved his hand back and slammed the thick stack of bills hard onto Buck's fat, fleshy face.
The green bills flying everywhere instantly covered Buck's vision.
Immediately after, Lin Tian's right leg lifted violently, kicking hard into Buck's greasy belly like a steel whip.
The massive body, weighing a full three hundred pounds, had its belly cave in with a huge dent first.
Then, Buck's whole body flew out like a heavy cannonball fired from a chamber, his feet leaving the ground.
The terrifying force carried his massive body, smashing directly through the gun shop's glass door.
With a crisp "crash"!
Glass shards flew everywhere.
Buck flew over the wooden porch in front of the door and slammed heavily onto the dusty street, rolling several times like a gourd before stopping.
In just a few seconds, the gun shop was deathly silent.
A moment later, Buck, covered in blood and embedded with glass shards, struggled to lift his head.
His eyes were wide open, his face full of unbelievable fear.
Staring at the Chinese teenager in the gun shop as if looking at a monster, he vomited blood wildly and couldn't even say a complete sentence.
Lin Tian, who had kicked with such shocking effect, then slowly lowered his straight right leg.
The four white thugs who had followed Buck in stared blankly at their boss, who was lying outside not knowing if he was dead or alive, and then looked back at the unharmed Lin Tian.
After looking back and forth several times, they finally snapped out of their shock and hurriedly reached for the revolvers in their bosoms.
Unfortunately, they didn't encounter an ordinary person.
Lin Tian's speed was as fast as a phantom shadow.
The first thug to react hadn't even touched his gun handle when his vision blurred, and a dark shadow instantly appeared right in front of his face.
Immediately after, his back of the head was grabbed by a hand like an iron pincer and slammed hard against the solid wood wall of the gun shop.
"Bang!"
With a muffled thud, the thug didn't even groan, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted, sliding limply down the wall to the floor.
Another white thug finally pulled out his gun.
He had just pointed the muzzle at Lin Tian and was about to pull the trigger.
As a result, his finger was jammed by something hard.
He looked down in horror and saw that, at some point, one of Lin Tian's fingers had firmly inserted itself into the trigger guard, blocking the hammer's action.
The thug was trembling with fear.
Lin Tian, however, smiled, grabbed the thug's wrist holding the gun, and twisted it hard in the opposite direction.
The dark muzzle instantly turned one hundred and eighty degrees, pointing directly at the thug's own forehead.
The thug was scared out of his wits, his crotch heated up, and he wet his pants.
Fortunately, Lin Tian had no intention of causing any deaths in the gun shop.
He released the gun barrel, and his other hand turned into a hand blade, accurately striking the other person's carotid artery.
The man's eyes rolled back, he hit the floor with a thud, and completely lost consciousness.
After dealing with the two most troublesome ones, Lin Tian dusted off his hands.
Turning his head, he saw that Alan and Tom had already rushed up in perfect sync, beating the remaining two thugs to the ground with a few punches and kicks.
The battle ended cleanly and efficiently.
Lin Tian bent down and slowly gathered the greenbacks scattered all over the floor.
He pulled out a one-hundred-dollar bill from the stack and walked out of the shattered shop door with steady steps.
The huge commotion had long since attracted all the passersby on the street, and there were three full layers of people surrounding the outside.
Lin Tian ignored the shocked gazes around him and walked up to Buck, who was lying on the ground vomiting blood.
"Under God's personal witness, this is the medical fee I'm rewarding you with; no need to keep the change!"
Lin Tian let go casually, and the one hundred dollars fluttered down onto Buck's blood-covered face.
Hearing this, Buck was so furious that his blood pressure spiked; his eyes rolled back, and he passed out completely.
At this time, John Browning, standing in the gun shop, couldn't care less about the crowd watching outside.
He was trembling with excitement, his eyes fixed on Lin Tian, and he shouted loudly:
"Mr. Lin Tian! I am willing to serve you; I am willing to sign a deed of indenture! But I have one condition!"
"Let's hear it!"
Lin Tian smiled, thinking the other party wanted to bargain over the salary.
As long as the request wasn't excessive, a genius gunsmith like Browning who changed history was fully qualified to sit down and negotiate.
However, Browning, his face flushed red, stammered with excitement:
"It's... it's just that... I want you to teach me... this move!"
While stammering, Browning clumsily lifted his right leg and gestured wildly in the air, mimicking the move Lin Tian had just used to kick the fat man away.
"You want to learn Chinese Kung Fu from me?" Lin Tian looked completely stunned.
"Is this move called Chinese Kung Fu? God bless, it's just too cool! I must learn it!"
Browning clenched his fists, as excited as a several-hundred-pound fool, shouting loudly in the hall.