Chapter 1147: Street Brawl

Several young men in their early twenties stood nearby. They wore garish clothes, had bangs hanging low over their eyes, and sported intimidating full-sleeve tattoos. One of them pulled a butterfly knife from his waist and flipped it through a practiced flourish, trying to scare Justin. It was a standard intimidation routine for street thugs: show up in numbers, then flash a blade to look tough. Justin packed up his things as he calmly said, "You watch the act, you don't ask how it's done. That's...