Rebirth: How A Loser Became A Prince Charming

Joseph jumped over and pushed his head against one of them.

Bang!

Caught completely unaware, the guy fell down and fainted.

"Wow!"

Is this the time for admiration? You guys are too optimistic!

"Hey, Joseph..."

Joseph’s eyes were shining. He was not influenced by the others. All he could see was the other guy, who was wearing an iron gauze.

"Oh, f*ck!"

I, Warrior William of 132nd Street, will never yield to anyone! He attacked Joseph again.

The best defense was offense, so Joseph jumped aside.

Qin Guan was picking his glasses up from the floor, when he looked up and saw another fist in front him.

He pushed one of his fists down and performed an elegant backward somersault by using the recoiling force. He landed on the table behind him.

It was a perfect landing. William had just retreated with his arm outstretched.

Ignorant American guys, huh?

"Qin Guan, I love you! Do it again!" Batiste shouted loudly.

More and more people saw the fight in the dark. It was even more splendid than the band on the stage.

It included all the favorite elements of American guys: violence, astonishing results, fairy boys from Asia and mysterious Chinese martial arts.

Taking advantage of this, Joseph hit the man on the jaw. The attack was on point.

Blood escaped the man’s nose. Looking at his white T-shirt, Joseph jumped back without hesitation.

So did Qin Guan, who had stopped posing on the table. Thanks to Joseph’s move, he hadn’t attracted more attention.

As a tall man, Joseph is a bit too vigorous. Judging by his figure, he should have been a tough fighter. He seems to be good at dodging hits though.

Qin Guan didn’t think about it anymore. More and more people gathered around them, curious about the unusual fight.

"It’s late. We better go," Qin Guan suggested.

"Fine, let’s go," said Joseph.

He had won the battle, so he didn’t want to stay anymore.

The waiter cleared their cups away. Just before Joseph left, the man lying on the floor rubbed his blood on Joseph’s pants.

Is that your way of fighting back?

William had noticed that Joseph was a squeamish guy, because he had cared about his white shirt.

"F*ck dich!" Joseph cried. "What shall I do now, you motherf*cker?"

Qin Guan stopped him before he could stomp on William’s face. "If you step on his face, you’ll get more blood on your shoes!"

Qin Guan is right. I’d better stay away from the bastard.

"Go! Go!"

Pushing Joseph, they ran as fast as their feet could carry them. The crowd made a path for them.

The strong man must have hit his head pretty hard. He was the one who had provoked the others first after all.

In fact, Joseph was an ordinary man during peaceful times. He liked to provoke others and start fights when he drank though. His friends knew him well.

When they left the noisy underground club, some hot-blooded youngsters decided that they should learn something from the young martial artist.

They rushed to the exit, but saw nobody there.

They all got in the car. Anyone who wasn’t drunk had to drive. Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei’s driving licenses would be valid in the US in half a year. They had to take the examination again during that time.

The two cars drove off, leaving smoke behind them.

The moon looked the same as it did in China. Its dim light was like water.

The smell of armored concrete in a metropolitan area was exactly the same. After a busy day, Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei had a good night’s sleep on a soft bed.

It was wonderful to experience life in a foreign country. These would be their best memories when they were old.

New York, New York.