"Are you crazy? You want to steal my goods?"
Kevin threw a punch, and the tall, thin man reacted very quickly.
The moment Kevin charged, despite his confusion, he instinctively blocked the blow with crossed arms.
Since the attack had been launched, there was no reason to stop.
Although he wasn't much of a fighter, he had some experience with brawling.
Taking advantage of the surprise attack, he continuously threw punches and kicks, and based on his training over the past few days, the surging Qi flowed to the point of impact, erupting to inflict stronger damage.
The tall, thin man tried his best to block, but a solid punch still landed squarely on his shoulder.
He used the impact to retreat several steps, his eyes fixed on Kevin.
"You bastard, are you looking down on me? Don't think you're the only one who can use this power; I've learned it too! Die!"
Kevin tilted his head, dodging a straight punch, and his opponent's knuckles scraped against the shelf, sending two cans of engine oil crashing to the ground.
The tall, thin man's retreating steps stirred up oil stains on the floor, and sweat seeping through his black work pants glistened under the overhead lights.
Had he misjudged?
The moment Kevin made his move, he had made a quick assessment of his opponent's potential strength.
During this time, he had learned about his original body, which undoubtedly looked sickly, like a bookworm who spent all his time in a laboratory, completely lacking in deterrent power except for his gloomy expression.
But this man, since his arrival, had actually been in a lower position than himself, yet it wasn't fear, but more like inferiority.
This behavior made Kevin certain that the opponent's strength was definitely lower than his own had been.
And the opponent's actions were completely unacceptable to Kevin.
If he were selfish, he could have pretended not to see anything and left after the man departed.
Calling the police was also out of the question, as "he" wasn't exactly clean either.
Therefore, fighting and then controlling the opponent was the best option.
So, after making his judgment, he acted.
While thinking, relying on muscle memory and instinct to dodge the opponent's attack, a hook punch landed on the opponent's ribs.
Kevin heard a muffled sound, like something breaking, and his opponent stumbled, crashing into the side door of the minivan, the anti-theft alarm suddenly shrieking, piercing the rainy night.
A misjudgment, but not entirely a misjudgment.
According to the opponent's words, he seemed to have only just gained control of the so-called Qi, still in a beginner stage.
He might even be at the same stage as himself, but his original body had muscle memory, so his mastery of it must be superior to the opponent's.
Amidst gasping breaths mixed with the smell of rust, Kevin noticed the opponent's right hand moving down along the gap in the car door—where the magnetic box for the spare key was hidden.
With his other hand, an oil-stained wrench suddenly swept horizontally.
Kevin ducked just in time, and the metal tool crashed against the shelf with a grating sound.
Accompanying the fight were the girls' terrified whimpers; if their mouths weren't gagged, they would have already started screaming.
Except for the blonde twin-tailed loli, who was the only one outside the car, tied up.
At this moment, she was watching the two men fight, her expression more akin to disdain.
She even seemed to want to open her mouth and say something, but ultimately held back.
The tall, thin man seized the opportunity to spin around, his left leg lashing out like a whip towards the shelf behind Kevin.
This blow was even more powerful, instantly collapsing the already shaky shelf, sending the piled-up items tumbling down.
Kevin rolled to dodge the scattered garage items, his lower back hitting the edge of the lift platform hard.
The tall, thin man, already bruised and battered, did not press his advantage; he chose to run towards the car door.
The opponent had already pulled open the car door, his blood-stained fingertips just half a palm's distance from the storage compartment.
There should be a weapon there, very likely a gun.
Such a thought appeared in Kevin's mind.
It's about to end.
He had already anticipated that the opponent had a gun, but the enemy chose to use Qi and close combat first, which made Kevin want to test his progress during this time.
He also responded in the same way.
Now there was no need.
"Don't move! One more move and I'll shoot!"
A cold command and a gun barrel were simultaneously aimed at the man's back.
His right hand, suspended in mid-air, froze five centimeters in front of the car's drawer, the black gun barrel glinting coldly in the drawer's gap.
The sound of heavy rain pounding on the roller shutter suddenly became deafening, mixing with two heavy breaths echoing in the garage.
The entire garage fell silent.
Including the girls who had just been whimpering.
"Calm down, calm down, Kevin, at worst, I'll give you this batch of goods."
The tall, thin man slowly raised his hands, pulling the front half of his body back from the car, looking nervously at Kevin and the black muzzle of the gun.
"If you want this batch of goods, just tell me. As brothers, how could I not give it to you? So can you put the gun down? Be careful not to let it go off."
The tall, thin man forced a stiff, ingratiating smile.
Kevin didn't reply.
He just held the gun, his mind pondering his next move.
Should he kill the opponent?
Undoubtedly, this was a very worthwhile option.
The opponent's actions undoubtedly indicated that he knew about the crimes committed by this body, and could even be considered an accomplice.
Facing such a criminal, Kevin truly couldn't convince himself to let him go, even if it was selfish.
To be honest, human traffickers only had one option in his hands: death.
And if he were to tie the opponent up and report him to the police, he would definitely expose his own crimes.
Although he could find some information online, Kevin couldn't ascertain whether there would be a situation of multi-national joint pursuit.
After all, he had seen many such wanted posters online, and it seemed there were special people handling such transnational pursuits.
As someone from a peaceful country, Kevin couldn't quite accept having unexplained wanted warrants on his back, even if they were indeed crimes committed by "himself."
Killing him and then calling the police, and leaving this country in the meantime, seemed to be the best option.
Anyway, he had already made preparations beforehand.
Thanks to this world, it seemed most countries used the same language and script, at least V5 was like that.
He, who had no sense of belonging in the first place, didn't care at all.
"Damn it, I'll fight you to the death!"
The tall, thin man suddenly roared.
Having been in the dark side, he easily sensed Kevin's killing intent.
In such a situation, he unhesitatingly chose to fight for his life.
Fueled by the will to survive, his Qi erupted violently, so much so that Kevin could clearly perceive it.
The sudden burst allowed the opponent to move extremely fast, crashing into Kevin's embrace at a speed Kevin found difficult to react to.
Facing the sudden situation, Kevin quickly reacted, forcefully bringing his elbow down.
The powerful blow made the tall, thin man scream in pain on the spot.
But the will to survive left him with only the thought of a desperate struggle; even so, he didn't let go.
He pushed Kevin, slamming him hard against the shelf.
Feeling the pain in his back.
Kevin could only attack downwards with force, using elbow strikes and knee lifts.
Qi strengthened his body, making his close combat more threatening.
Amidst screams, the tall, thin man lost his strength, spitting blood as he slid to the ground, having passed out.
"Phew, it's just like a gang fight," Kevin gasped, complaining.
He thought he should find a martial arts teacher or something later to learn real combat and fighting.
He quickly tied up the unconscious tall, thin man.
Kevin looked at the girls who were now staring at him in terror.
Then he looked at the blonde twin-tailed girl who had, at some point, unbound herself.
He took out the phone from the tall, thin man's waist and threw it over.
"Call the police; that way, you can be rescued."
Saying that, Kevin unhesitatingly returned to the room and began packing his luggage, preparing to flee.
Fortunately, he was well-prepared and finished everything in less than five minutes.
He glanced at the situation in the garage, gritted his teeth, and walked back in.
His sudden appearance made the girls, who had been relaxing in the garage, become terrified again.
However, Kevin didn't even look at them, walking directly to the tied-up tall, thin man.
"For scum like this, death is the best punishment. It's okay..."
Kevin muttered, hyping himself up, and aimed the pistol at the thug.
"Hmph!"
"Bang!"
Ignoring the girls' screams, Kevin quickly left, suppressing his wildly pounding heart.
He had killed someone.
There was no disgust as he had imagined, only an uncontrollable tension and panic.
He arrived in the dark alley where a vehicle was already prepared and drove away.
In the shadows of the alley.
A young man pushed up his glasses, watching the taillights disappear.
"What is Master doing? Why did he let him go?" he wondered.
In the distance, police sirens were already approaching.