dkrc Chapter 19 Who Has Top-Tier Magic Resistance?
Chapter 19 Who Has Top-Tier Magic Resistance?
Upon hearing this, Lin Ximeng finally sighed inwardly: I understand, this guy has run into someone who's lost their mind.
Based on his brief experience living on the West Coast, Simon Lin knew that reasoning with this group was a waste of his time; there was only one effective way to communicate with them.
Without another word, Simon took half a step forward. Resmia, still holding the paintbrush and about to shout, had her wrist grabbed by Simon.
"you--"
No sooner had Resmia spoken than a soft "click" was heard. Lin Simon's fingers tightened slightly, and his arm was twisted behind his back. The pain made him cry out instantly, "Ouch! It hurts! Let go! How dare you touch me?!"
The man in the sequined halter top next to her reacted quickly, raising a brush that wasn't even touched by paint and slapping it on Lin Simon's back, shouting, "Let go of Resmia, you discriminator, you lunatic!"
The woman with the feather headdress panicked and hurriedly took off her beige high heels. She grabbed the heels and tried to smash them against Lin Simon's arm, but because Lin Simon dodged, she almost hit her own foot first.
[Skill, Street Brawl Lv.0, Activated]
Without turning his head, Lin Ximeng stretched out his left hand and precisely grabbed the wrist of the man in the sequined halter top. With a gentle twist, the brush in the man's hand fell to the ground with a "clatter," and he was also pulled to the side.
At the same time, he took a half step back with his right foot to avoid the woman's swaying high heels with the feather headdress, grabbed his wrist with his other hand, and snatched the shoe away. He placed it on the paint bucket next to him, and the heel just got stuck in the rim of the bucket, without spilling a single drop of paint.
In just two seconds, the man in the sequined halter top was pinned to the paint bucket and unable to move, the woman in the feather headdress was frozen in place with her hands empty, and only Resmia was still struggling in his hands, her elbow twisted red.
Lin Ximeng loosened his grip a little, but didn't let go. Looking at the three of them grimacing, he curled his lip and said, "You're really like women, you have no strength at all. When I fight with homeless people who steal cans, their fists, even after inhaling the leaves, are harder than yours."
"You...you dare hit us!" Resmia lay on the ground, her hair smeared with paint, but she still didn't forget to reach for her phone in her pocket, trembling as she tapped the record button.
"I'm going to film you! Post it on Twitter, post it on Facebook, let netizens cyberbully you, make it impossible for you to stay in LA!"
Lin Simon watched her waving her phone around and laughed indifferently: "Cyberbullying? I'm just a homeless man with no identity. What are you going to cyberbully me for? Expose me for not washing my socks today, or for not having a lawn or a car?"
Those guys who like to type on their keyboards online, how many of them have the guts to come to the poor streets looking for themselves?
He squatted down, lowering his voice, "Let me tell you, the black guys in our poor neighborhood don't have any dietary restrictions. They especially love to stake out places, and if they see you dressed in such a shiny outfit, they'll put you in a sack as soon as it gets dark and drag you into the alley to 'exercise' until dawn."
Resmia's hand holding the phone suddenly froze. The screen was still lit, but she forgot to press the record button.
He stared at Simon Lin, mouth agape, dumbfounded. Ever since he publicly came out as a gender activist and gained some fame in his small circle through advocacy and petitions, he always thought of himself as the "ceiling of American resistance," with the city hall and the police having to give him some leeway.
But today, after encountering a homeless man like Lin Ximeng, I realized that his "magic resistance" is on a completely different level:
You talk to him about rights, he talks to you about fists.
You talk to him about cyberbullying, and he talks to you about how homeless people are fearless.
That's it, but there are still those black guys in the alley eyeing us covetously. Who can beat him?
So it turns out the homeless are the ones with the highest magic resistance?
The woman with the feather headdress quietly took half a step back, her eyes no longer showing the previous urgency, but rather a hint of fear.
The man in the sequined halter top had lost his previous arrogance; he lowered his head, his shoes pointed downwards, and dared not utter another sound.
Lin Ximeng released his grip, no longer looking at the three people on the ground.
Once Lin Simon entered the bathroom and could no longer see him, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief.
The woman with the feathered headdress cautiously asked, "Is what he said about the black guys in the slums true?"
"I don't know," the man in the sequined halter top shook his head, but his eyes gleamed. "Do you really think you can 'exercise' until dawn?"
Resmia looked surprised. "No, sister, what do you mean by looking so expectant?"
.....
Inside the restroom.
Lin Ximeng pushed open the door to the men's restroom, and a strong smell of disinfectant hit him. He frowned and headed straight for the third stall.
There was an indicator on the door showing that someone was inside, and the faint sound of someone playing on a mobile phone could be heard from inside.
There's no rush.
Lin Ximeng planned to wait a while, then walked to the toilet and intended to flush some water.
He had just unzipped his pants when the man next to him, wearing a pink dress, suddenly turned and glanced at Lin Simon.
The next moment, the man in the pink dress had eyes that lit up like a stray cat seeing a can of food, and his mouth stretched almost to his ears.
"Sweetheart~", the man in the pink dress said in a high-pitched voice.
"Are you free later? The cinema downstairs just released a new romance movie, it's on me. After the movie, we can go get ice cream from the place next door!"
As he spoke, he moved closer to Lin Ximeng, his shoulder almost brushing against the other's arm.
Lin Ximeng paused, feeling a nauseous churning in his stomach: "Get lost, go find someone else. I've had enough of those transvestites today."
"Hey! How can you be so vulgar?" The man in the pink dress instantly bristled, his voice becoming even shriller.
"Who's the ladyboy? I'm transgender and identify as female!"
Lin Ximeng sneered upon hearing this and turned to leave.
Unexpectedly, the man in the pink dress suddenly changed his tune, stepped forward to block him, and licked his lips: "But... sweetheart, I just like the vulgar."
Lin Ximeng's patience finally wore thin as he listened to those cloying words.
Before the man in the pink dress could come any closer, he stretched out his arm, grabbed the back of the other woman's neck, and then used his knee to push against the back of her knee.
With a loud "Heave-ho!", the man in the pink dress was lifted up and slammed against the door of the third cubicle with a "bang".
The door rattled and groaned, and suddenly a scream came from inside: "Who is it? Are you trying to tear down the toilet?"
Immediately afterwards, the door was pulled open with a "whoosh," and a chubby, bearded man rushed out, pulling up his pants and covering his chest with a vest printed with a cartoon bear.
Upon seeing the scene before him, the burly, bearded man immediately yelled, "Murder! Murder!"
He didn't even pull his pants up properly, his large buttocks were half exposed, and he hurriedly ran out of the toilet.
The man in the pink dress was hit so hard that his wig fell off completely, his head lolled against the door frame, and he closed his eyes and passed out.
Lin Ximeng dusted off his hands, looked at the unconscious person on the ground and the fat man who had disappeared, and muttered, "Finally, some peace and quiet."
He pushed open the stall door; the toilet seat was still open, and the water in the tank sloshed around.
Reaching out and lifting the water tank lid, I saw a rectangular object wrapped in three or four layers of transparent plastic bags, the opening of which was tightly tied to prevent water from seeping in.