Wandering America: My kill threshold is far ahead

Enemies meeting are bound to be filled with hatred.

This mouth of hers is simply unlikable.

Before Max could speak, MaJack squinted and said, "Dude, did you eat shit this morning? Your breath stinks."

"Yellow-skinned monkey, what did you say?!"

Before he could finish speaking, Hansen King's dog pounced on him.

If you're a lackey, if you don't show your worth now, when are you going to do it?

As a result, Ma Jie dodged to the side in one move, grabbed his hair with his backhand and delivered a knee strike, instantly stunning him.

He clenched his fists into hammer-like shapes and slammed them twice on the back. The latter collapsed to the ground with a thud, as peaceful as a sleeping baby.

He clapped his hands casually, looking disdainful: "Let someone who's polite, well-mannered, and has brushed their teeth talk to me."

Wow... Where did this weirdo from another country come from, hitting me so hard?

The Blood Gang members and the temporary helpers Hansen King had found all hesitated and dared not step forward.

Someone whispered something in his ear, and Hansen King frowned: "You're that Asian kid who just joined the blue-haired squad?"

"I'm your father!"

Huh? Isn't he supposed to be a tough guy who doesn't talk much? Why is he spouting vulgarities the moment he opens his mouth?

"Kid, you want to die? Believe me or not, I'll shoot you dead!"

This angered him so much that he stopped acting and immediately launched an American-style Iaijutsu.

Seeing this, everyone was so frightened that they all retreated. It was like playing Dota 2: I was just building up Radiance, and you pulled out Divine Rapier.

Guns shouldn't be in the newbie village. If you're really that tough, why are you messing around with a homeless person? You should go sell them.

"You try opening one!"

Just when everyone thought he was going to crush them with his superior equipment, Sandy decisively pulled out her Smithson Wesson M&P9 pistol.

Regardless of whether there are bullets inside or whether the safety is off, once you pull it out, none of that matters anymore.

If you're playing on the US server and you tell someone, "I bet your gun is empty," then you'd probably have more bullet holes in your body than a honeycomb briquette.

Ma Jie was afraid of this, so he gave Sandy a heads-up beforehand, preparing for this move.

Seeing that there were also guns on the other side, Hansen King's throat bobbed involuntarily.

Free America, gunfights every day.

If this were to escalate into a dangerous situation, it would be no laughing matter.

Seeing the situation reach a stalemate, Hansen King tried to find a way to back down: "Max, shouldn't you say something? After all, this is an old score between us. What's the point of letting an outsider interfere?"

"An outsider?" Max laughed in exasperation. "Who's the outsider, Jack? Sorry, I'm under his jurisdiction now. He's my sugar daddy. Are you satisfied with that answer?"

She didn't feel embarrassed at all at saying such shameful things in front of so many people.

Hansen King's face grew increasingly grim, but his tone softened: "Okay, I admit my methods were a bit underhanded back then, but all these years have passed, and we've all been living peacefully together, haven't we? There have only been occasional minor disagreements, but nothing has ever escalated to the point of life or death."

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Max asked with a look of disgust. "If you're a man, just get straight to the point. I hate beating around the bush."

"Peace," Hansen King continued. "Let's make peace. I'll give you Fifth Street, and from now on, we can all go our separate ways."

"Why should I?" Jimmy showed considerable courage on this point: "You stole a piece of my cake, and then only gave me half back. I'm supposed to thank you for that? Don't you think that's going too far?"

"Girl, why are you interrupting when adults are talking?" Looking at the frail Jimmy, Hansen King leered, "Remember to wear a skirt next time you go out, and Daddy will definitely pamper you."

This insulting remark caused the group of black men to burst into laughter.

Jimmy didn't know how to argue. His kind nature was ingrained in his bones. After wandering outside for so long, he would have gone astray long ago if he were going to.

All she could do was clench her fists, her face flushed, and dig her nails into the soft flesh of her palms.

"And what about you, nigger?" Seeing that he had never been to the Zaun region, MaJack spread his hands: "Weren't you born in a cotton field? There's a group of black elves over there, over the mountains and over the sea. They're lively and smart, they're mischievous and clever. They live freely in that white plantation. They're kind, brave, and care for each other."

"Ah, lovely dark elf..."

For some reason, as I finished the modified translation, I couldn't help but sing along.

Upon hearing this poorly written and heavily discriminatory song, Hansen King's smile vanished.

Brother Ni is most afraid of these keywords: cotton picking, plantation, chimpanzee, no father to raise... The mental attack rate is 100%.

"Enough!" He glared angrily at MaJack. "Don't try to provoke me and start a conflict. Since Max authorized you, I can give you that face. Can you accept my proposal?"

"What proposal? Have you lost your mind? I don't accept proposals made with your sphincter muscles."

"Then let's split it in half between the two families." Recalling Ma Jack's glorious record of taking on ten opponents single-handedly, and looking at the gun Sandy was pointing at him, Hansen King could only admit defeat: "From today onwards, the fifth block is yours, the seventh block is mine, and the sixth block will be divided into two halves. Before noon, it's yours, and after noon, it's ours."

First and second halves? Are you fucking playing the World Cup here? Do you think you're being funny?

Although Ma Jieke could tell something was wrong, he didn't know the specific reason. At this critical moment, Jimmy stepped forward: "No way. Everyone knows that 5:00 to 6:30 pm is prime time. Why should the good half go to you and the bad half to us? If you insist on dividing it like this, then every other week, the two sides should switch the games. That's what makes it fair."

Damn, how did you grow such a clever little brain? I didn't even realize it. You're such a genius!

But I just heard him say that 5:00 to 6:30 pm is the prime time?

Does this mean that the treasure chest contains the most resources during this time period?

Theoretically, the drop rate should also be the highest.

Hey, keep learning, everyone! There's no end to learning.

Hansen King hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded and said, "Okay, we'll do it your way."

"That's a load of rubbish!" Before he could finish speaking, Jack Ma immediately slapped Jimmy on the forehead: "Do you think I need your nonsense? Can't I think for myself?"

After speaking, he looked at Hansen King, whose face was already flushed, and said, "You've finished your proposal. May I make one?"

"Of course." The black man shrugged indifferently. Freedom of speech, after all, even rats in the sewers have the right to speak.

"Very good." Ma Jie smiled insincerely and said slowly, "My proposal is very simple. You like to divide the time into sessions, right? I'll divide it into sessions too. Starting today, from 7 a.m. to 7 p.m., the entire Skid Row is ours. From 7 p.m. to 7 a.m., you can party to your heart's content. Fair enough, right?"

"If anyone breaks this rule, I'll beat the shit out of him, and then beat him back into the shit."

"If you disagree, then let's fight, fists to fists, guns to guns. Men, whoever has the bigger dick gets to talk."

"Now that I've finished speaking, who agrees and who disagrees?"