A life of success begins with being a landlord.

A true expert's skill is immediately apparent.

Nan Batian clearly had practical experience with throwing knives, as his first strike targeted my mid lane.

Anyone who frequently uses throwing knives knows that aiming for the middle lane yields the highest hit rate.

Shooting at someone's head is likely to miss or just glide past, and the opponent can easily shake their head to dodge.

The torso is larger than the head, and the waist and abdomen are where the body's center of gravity is located, making it less likely to sway or dodge.

Just like in a gunfight, it's very difficult to get a headshot, but it's much easier to hit the chest or abdomen.

I also anticipated Nan Batian's move, so I immediately jumped to the side and bent down to shoot out the screwdriver in my right hand!

Nan Batian's throwing knife grazed my waist, but my screwdriver went straight for his chest.

"good!"

Nan Batian shouted and twisted his hips to dodge.

Whoosh!

The screwdriver in my left hand shot out immediately, but it arrived first, hitting Nan Batian's lower abdomen.

I started practicing the Seven Star Sword Technique when I was thirteen years old. I hold a broadsword in my right hand and hide a throwing dart in my left.

Therefore, my left-hand dart is the real killing technique, faster, more ruthless, and more accurate than my right-hand dart!

My throwing knife with my right hand just now was just a feint.

That left-handed move is the deadly one!

"Holy crap, that was fast!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Nan Batian suddenly turned around and fired two throwing knives at me at the same time.

This move was both offensive and defensive, and quite impressive.

But my screwdriver had already firmly stuck into Nan Batian's butt!

Just as Nan Batian's flying knife was about to arrive, I rolled on the ground and dodged it.

I leaped up again, pulled out screwdrivers in both hands, turned to look at Nan Batian, and prepared to strike.

The first round ended with me unscathed.

On Nan Batian's buttocks, however, was an extra screwdriver.

I felt a little relieved and took a deep breath: "Brother Nan, you only have two knives left, while I still have three."

War is about attrition, about ammunition reserves.

The fact that Nan Batian is short of ammunition is a good thing for me!

Nan Batian also held a throwing knife in his hand, chuckling, "I have three too. Don't forget, I also have a screwdriver on my butt."

"You might not be able to use my screwdriver." I shook my head.

Not everyone can use a screwdriver as a dart.

I am confident in this.

"Alright, even if I only have two knives, my chances of winning are still very high." Nan Batian nodded, calmly analyzing the situation:

"My throwing knife is lethal. Your screwdriver can only kill me if it hits my heart or throat, right?"

I nodded: "I admit it."

Actually, this competition was unfair to me.

Because my skills are inferior to others.

Nan Batian's throwing knife is far more lethal than my screwdriver.

If I get stabbed, I could bleed to death.

Even if Nan Batian takes three of my blows, he might not die.

"I know it's unfair to you, but it was your own choice, so you can't blame me." Nan Batian began to move slowly, looking for an opportunity to strike.

I remained sideways, poised to strike.

The best chance of survival is to be stabbed on the side.

"Stop! All of you, stop!"

Suddenly, footsteps sounded loudly, and a tall, thin man rushed up, holding a shotgun in his hand.

Ah Chao and the others followed behind the skinny guy.

I was taken aback and watched coldly.

"Anan, stop!" The tall, thin man, enraged, rushed in front of Anan. "Stop it right now, put down the throwing knife!"

Anan was stunned: "Brother Kun, you... what brings you here?"

I frowned upon hearing this.

Could this tall, thin man be the infamous Hengjie Sangkun?

Judging from his appearance, his face is thin and fleshless, so he is definitely not a good person.

"You brat, if I hadn't come, you would have been in big trouble!" Sang Kun cursed, snatched the throwing knife from Anan and threw it on the ground.

Anan's face darkened, and he took two steps back.

Sang Kun tucked the shotgun into his waistband, turned around and looked me up and down: "You're Wang Yaozu, one of Dao Zai Xiong's men."

I put away the screwdriver and shook my head: "I am Wang Yaozu, but I am not Dao Zaixiong's subordinate. We are just friends."

"If he's not one of Dao Zai Xiong's men, that would be even better, brother."

Sang Kun laughed heartily, walked over, and shook my hand: "It was all a misunderstanding, brother, don't take it to heart. Let's leave it at that, and remain friends from now on. Tonight, it's my treat, brother, to dinner!"

Completely baffled, I asked, "You're... Brother Kun from Heng Street?"

Snapped!

Sang Kun slapped his forehead: "Look at me, I forgot to introduce myself. Right, right, I am Sang Kun. If you're kind enough to call me Brother Kun, we'll be friends for life."

"Brother Kun."

I nodded: "I'm just an employee who unintentionally got involved in what's going on between you and Xiong Ge. Please forgive me if I've offended anyone."

"No problem!" Sang Kun grinned from ear to ear, taking my hand.

"Let's not talk about the past anymore. From now on, within Hengjie Town, you can do whatever you want, brother. No matter how big the problem is, it's mine."

Judging from Sang Kun's expression, he didn't seem to be lying.

But why did he take such good care of me, even to the point of being somewhat... subservient to me?

Could it be because of Director Song?

Looking at Anan, Achao, and the others, they were probably just as puzzled as I was, their faces full of black lines and utterly bewildered.

Sang Kun turned around and pointed at Anan, Achao, and the others: "From now on, Wang Yaozu is my brother. You all call him Brother Zu. If anyone disrespects Brother Zu, I'll chop you all down!"

Ah Chao and the others nodded and looked at me respectfully: "Brother Zu."

Anan frowned and stepped forward to ask Sang Kun in a low voice.

Sang Kun whispered a few words in Anan's ear.

Anan nodded and clasped his hands in a fist salute to me, saying, "Brother Zu, I was wrong today. I apologize."

I pointed to Anan's butt: "Pull out the screwdriver, go to the hospital, get a tetanus shot."

Only then did Sang Kun notice the screwdriver on Anan's buttocks. He poked at it with his hand, a gloating smile on his face: "Anan, you've already finished the competition? You lost?"

Anan gritted his teeth, pulled out the screwdriver, and casually tossed it, which struck the target. He smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Zu's kung fu is far superior to mine. He held back, otherwise, I would be dead by now."

So this kid can use a screwdriver as a dart? I underestimated him.

I shook my head: "Brother Nan, it's you who took care of me and didn't kill me."

Actually, in the contest just now, I did win by one move.

But killing Anan with a screwdriver is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

If we continue competing, as Anan said, I am more likely to die.

"Haha, it's good that everyone is alright."

Sang Kun laughed loudly and patted my shoulder: "Come on, brother, let's go have a drink to make amends."

"Thank you, Brother Kun, but I have to go back to take care of some business."

I clasped my hands in apology and said, "I'll ask Brother Kun and Brother Nan to apologize to you another time when I have time."

Anan walked over and said to Sang Kun, "Brother Kun, since Brother Zu has something to do back home, let's call it a day. I'll arrange for Brother Zu to have dinner in a couple of days."

Sang Kun nodded.

I nodded and said, "Then I'll be going now."

"I'll see you off." Anan put on his shirt and walked me downstairs.

Stepping out of the Blue Sky Ice Rink, the sun was shining brightly and the air was fresh.

I took a deep breath, as if I had survived a disaster.

"Brother Zu, my car is across the street." Anan pointed to the car across the street.

"Is your butt okay? I think I'll just take a taxi back."

I looked at Anan's buttocks; blood was already seeping out.