Hearing Big-Ear’s commands, his men immediately smiled sinisterly and dragged the iron rod in their hands across the ground, leaving a trail of marks on the ground along with a rattling sound. Each time they made a move, someone was bound to be crippled or at least shed blood. This man in front of them dared to provoke Big-Ear—he must be eager to die, so he couldn’t blame them for beating or crippling him. Some of them even took off their helmets and tossed them aside, creating clunking sounds when they hit the floor. Their triumphant expressions indicated that they knew how this was going to end—with Christopher being beaten to a pulp. Soon, they surrounded Christopher, and they glanced at each other, as if they were discussing something. After nodding to each other, they raised the iron rods in their hands and swung fiercely toward Christopher. Feeling the strong wind carried with these iron rods, Christopher’s pupils shrank slightly. The power of these people could not even be compared to the ones before—he figured that they would at least be twice as strong as the previous ones. If Christopher still chose to defend against these men with iron rods in such a mob battle, he would most definitely be at a disadvantage since it wasn’t something he was skilled in. Whoosh! Knowing that he would be at a disadvantage with iron rods, Christopher immediately threw the rod out of his hand. The iron rod continued to rotate in the air, making a whistling sound, before it went straight toward the few people closest to Christopher who were waving their rods and trying to beat him. At the same time, the moment Christopher threw away the iron rod, his mind was triggered, and the kitchen knife he had placed in the Interdimensional Cookware Storage Bag appeared in his hand. Without any hesitation, Christopher used The Art of the Knife, whereupon his fragile-looking kitchen knife collided with the iron rods, which looked extremely sturdy. Christopher’s kitchen knife seemed to have a strong magnetic force connected with his hand; no matter how he swung it, the knife would never leave his grasp. He always thought that the kitchen knife would fly out any second, but in the end, it would still be held onto tightly by Christopher.The kitchen knife continued to rotate in the air. Whenever Christopher’s kitchen knife collided with the iron rod, there would be a spark created in between them, and the crowds next to him looked frightened at the sight. Every time Christopher’s face was about to be in contact with an iron rod, he would always be able to avoid it at the last moment. With the help of his kitchen knife, Christopher almost didn’t suffer any damage. This was the first time Christopher used The Art of the Knife in a group battle. He even discovered that he could get a big payoff for a small effort from the Boil. Not only was the sword technique fast, it was strong as well. It was able to overcome rigidity with softness. With his fragile kitchen knife against the gangsters’ iron rods, it was obvious that he would be at a disadvantage. Christopher, who had learned a little more about The Art of the Knife, had the corner of his lip curl upward into a smile. Soon, Christopher’s kitchen knife was like an invisible shield against the iron rods—none of them could even come close to touching him. “It's about time for all of this to end!” When Christopher saw that it was almost time, the knife immediately turned into a slippery viper, sinking its fangs into the hands of these gangsters, making the iron rods in their hands fall. After a few minutes, all the iron bars in the hands of the gangsters fell to the ground, and they were bleeding from their right wrists as their blood dripped onto the ground. The sight was indeed a little shocking. These gangster’s were also the same as those before, letting out wailing voices continuously from the pain. And maybe because of the bloodshed, their faces became a little pale. Looking at these wailing gangsters, Christopher’s face showed no signs of change and remained calm. Then, he cast his gaze at Big-Ear next to him. “So, you only have these few men?” Right then, Big-Ears had a shocked look on his face. These people lying on the ground now were his strongest subordinates. If they were to attack himself all at once like how they did with Christopher, he felt that even he wouldn’t be able to fight them off. That being so, not only did the man in front of him not suffer any injuries, he also beat all his subordinates to the ground. This is not something ordinary people could do; something must be up with this man, he thought to himself. Since he was beaten by Christopher previously, and seeing that he had beaten all his subordinates to a pulp, Big-Ear finally realized that this man was a very strong opponent no matter if he was in a solo fight or group battle. “Young man, don’t be too proud just yet. My brother has yet to come, and there is a stronger guy with him. He is not at all comparable to these noobs under me. I will make you regret it then.” Big-Ear took another deep breath to disguise his already cowering heart, but his body still trembled slightly because he knew that with his strength alone, he would definitely not be able to beat the young man in front of him. Besides, he knew very well that he couldn’t sound too cowardly and nervous. Otherwise, how could he convince his subordinates to continue following him? “Oh, your brother? Sounds scary. In that case, I'll wait!” Christopher suddenly raised his brows as he heard this. It turned out that Big-Ear still had a ‘brother’, so Christopher thought he should by all means try to win the ‘brother’ too. This was to let the others know that he was not someone that just anyone could find trouble with. Otherwise, in the future, it was unsure that anyone with ill intents could easily try to destroy his chain restaurant. This way, Christopher could tell the others that if they dared to try to mess with his restaurant, they would have to pay twice, or even ten times, the price. Big-Ear sneered as soon as he heard that. Although his brother was not strong, he had saved a guy who had retired from the army—that guy was most definitely able to beat his men up to the point they would beg for mercy. With that in mind, Big-Ear was full of self-confidence as he waited for his brother and this friend of his to arrive. Then, he would be able to fight with this man. When that happened, it would be hard to determine who would lose and who would win! After some time, Christopher saw two other motorcycles coming from a distance. The appearance of those two motorcycles was similar to the one that Big-Ear was riding—they were the best of all motorcycles. As soon as the two motorcycles stopped, Christopher found that the men did not hold any iron rods in their hands. After they stopped, they slowly took off the helmets on their heads and got off. One of them had thick eyebrows, big eyes, strong arms, a tall body, dark skin, sharp eyes, a stern look on his face, and was over 1.8 meters tall, but he didn't look vicious. The other person’s height was average, and there was no noticeable feature on his face, but just when Christopher saw him taking off his helmet, he was slightly taken aback, then a smirk crept up on the corner of his lips.