My American magical life

In America, it's actually quite difficult to tell whether someone is a homeless person.

When the homeless sit in front of their tents, their identity is obvious.

They have no fixed abode, only able to resign themselves to tents, barely surviving on the streets.

However, living on the streets doesn't mean that those desperate enough to be without a home have no standards for their lives.

They might be extremely destitute, having given up hope for a better life, but not all homeless people are indifferent to their image.

Cheng Daqi's female neighbor, Sani, always cared a lot about this.

This is a very positive attitude, indicating she hasn't given up on herself.

But on Red Street, a place teeming with homeless, an overly prominent, clean and tidy image is more of a burden.

Sani's image had also become a risk.

In the past, she would act together with Cheng Daqi, to have an extra layer of security for herself.

Today at noon, Cheng Daqi had lunch with Lisa and forgot about begging together with Sani.

It was only while queuing up for dinner that he remembered this.

"Sani, were you alright this noon, being here alone?"

Rolling her eyes, Sani replied without a word.

"Cheng, what do you take me for? I'm not some kid still needing daddy to change diapers!"

She had an attitude.

Stories require logic to develop.

The absurdity and surprises of reality never follow logic.

Just like that bottle of vinegar, a customer added a bit too much vinegar to their meal and ended up killed by the owner, (periods cannot pass censorship, commas can, it's not that the author doesn't understand punctuation)

Incidents in America also never needed explaining,

Sani's words might have touched upon some sensitive term,

a black man in the line, upon hearing this, went straight up to the black girl who was looking down at her phone,

His body was one and a half times as thick as Cheng Daqi's, and he was only a little shorter than Cheng Daqi,

"Baby girl, what's so great about yellow monkeys?"

His face was smeared with a lecherous smirk and his eyes unabashedly scanned Sani's entire body,

In less than a second, before Cheng Daqi could react, Sani had already pulled out a knife from her embrace.

If you don't submit, just fight, dead we'll count.

On the streets of America, how can you survive if you're not ruthless.

You either have to be harsh on yourself, able to endure what others cannot, like eating donuts, preaching,

spending several months crafting your entire skin.

All top-notch Ninjas.

Or you have to be merciless towards others, daring to confront offenses, just like Sani wielding a knife at this moment.

Sani's knife-drawing motion was so swift.

"B***H, you....."

Before he could finish his sentence, Cheng Daqi stepped forward.

Iron Shoulder Lean, one of the simplest starting moves in street fighting.

It's just that the black man was so strong, Cheng Daqi worried his fists wouldn't penetrate the defense, so he used the Iron Shoulder Lean for a sneak attack.

After all, Cheng Daqi just liked working out and had learned a few simple fighting techniques, he wasn't some returning war hero.

As Xiao Bai would say, it's suggested to only use it at the start of a fight, to initiate a surprise attack.

Iron Shoulder Lean's recoil is enormous, so using it again during a fight easily destabilizes your own posture.

With one Iron Shoulder Lean, Kernor was staggered.

He swung his fist instinctively, wanting to explode the yellow monkey that had struck him.

But Cheng Daqi was prepared.

A key principle of street fighting is never to stop.

Don't stop until the enemy has lost their ability to resist!

For Xiao Bai, the technique isn't important, just taking advantage with a sneak attack and continuing with fast hits is enough.

Flurry of blows kills the master, martial arts is about being the fastest.

As long as you're fast enough, the opponent can't cope.

Fight fast with fast, hit them until they're dizzy, and you win.

In a dangerous situation, just target the lower body first, it's most important to stay alive.

Cheng Daqi didn't understand fighting very well, but he wasn't entirely clueless.

He didn't give Kernor a chance to gather strength.

As the big guy began to draw back his fist to power up, Cheng Daqi immediately grappled with his powering up right hand.

A street fighting trick, during a grapple, use your left hand to control the opponent's right hand.

Whether by an arm lock or a grip, it works.

Once you lock down the opponent's right hand, you can fight their left hand with your right.

Xiao Bai could be clueless about everything else, but mastering just this one trick is enough to win most street fights against peers.

Ensuring a tight hold on the hand, Cheng Daqi timed Kernor's right arm thrust.

Use the opponent's force against them.

His left foot lightly swept out, finding its way under Kernor's foot.

Let's go!

"Bang!"

The unmistakable sound of a heavy body hitting the ground.

It carried a bit of sharpness, yet was utterly dull.

A T'ai Shan lean + an incomplete shoulder throw.

Take down!

Red Street never lacked fights and brawls, never.

Even several times a day.

The cops would intervene, but they usually arrived late.

They preferred the vagabonds to finish their fights and leave, so as not to cause them trouble.

You could say that the vagrants of Red Street were used to brawling.

But today was different.

No foreplay whatsoever.

No pointless and endless shoving and shouting.

No 'pre-match' exchange of threats.

When they realized someone was fighting, the battle was already over.

Boring.

Wait, what?

How is it an Asian pinning down a black hulk and beating him?

Awesome!

"Cheng!"

Sani was startled by the scene before her.

Everything had happened too fast.

She had encountered such situations many times before; some harsh words, then both sides back down, and it was over.

But Cheng Daqi had charged straight in; the slim Asian did not seem to stand a chance against the black behemoth.

Her first instinct was to worry about Cheng Daqi.

Dude, he was just talking big, we could've just shouted back, why'd you have to initiate a fight?

I'm touched, but you might get smashed into pieces.

In that instant, she had made up her mind that if Cheng Daqi ended up crippled, she would take care of him.

Thank you, Cheng.

Sani's concern had barely surfaced, unable to develop further, when it was interrupted by the swift end of the battle.

She had thought it would be a horrible slam dunk, with the frail Cheng Daqi getting slammed.

But in fact, it was a total domination, with Cheng Daqi undoubtedly crushing Kernor.

Three seconds to resolve!

"Do you need me to teach you what manners are?"

Cheng Daqi kneeled on Kernor, pressing his head firmly to the ground.

All the surrounding vagabonds were shocked by this eerie scene.

This was too damn weird.

The fight had begun; after all, they had come to blows.

Did they really fight, though? Why didn't I see the actual fight?

Like a fight.

Yet Cheng Daqi, with his lean body, had a strong man completely immobilized, and it was truly impactful.

"You're just a S**T, a BYD thing, you have no martial ethics, you attacked by surprise!"

Kernor would definitely not admit defeat.

He only felt that he had been sneak attacked; in a fair fight, he could beat the crap out of this 'yellow monkey'!

"Sani, give me the knife."

A man must be ruthless to stand firm.

Sani looked at Cheng Daqi's tense face with shock and a trace of bewilderment.

Is he going to kill someone?

She was not an ignorant girl; street life had amply exposed her to the world's darkness.

"Hurry up, trust me, Sani, we're partners, aren't we?"

Kernor was starting to panic.

He didn't understand, he really didn't.

Something was wrong, this was definitely not right!

Not a word said before fighting, it's rude, I get that.

We talked after the fight; if you found my words offensive, you could continue to hit me.

Not a word before fighting, and killing after just one sentence?

Are you even Asian?

Compared to you, Satan looks like an angel.