So, you know, sometimes it's just infuriating to compare people.

  Those Del Lobos thugs would just lie on the ground screaming in pain after taking a single bullet, or just die outright.

  And Stephen, even with a bullet in his shoulder, was still jumping around like a maniac. It was night and day.

  He leaned against the window, listening to the bullets whizzing past his ears and hitting the thick wooden planks behind him, his mind as calm as ever.

  He quickly reloaded his weapon and drew his Bowie Knife, ready for the next assault.

  He was just one man, and it was too much of a disadvantage to trade shots with these guys. Stephen decided to use his preferred method of combat to resolve the situation.

  He just wondered where Charles was.

  Stephen couldn't help but silently pray that Charles would hurry up and provide support.

  Stephen looked down at the wound on his shoulder. He'd pushed things a little too far this time, and with the recent intense activity, the blood was still flowing.

  He needed to finish this quickly.

  Stephen tore off a piece of his clothing and wrapped it around his left shoulder, tightening it forcefully.

  It was a bit too tight, making him hiss in pain.

  But there was no choice; if he didn't stop the bleeding soon, he'd lose too much blood.

  Stephen took a deep breath, preparing to charge out again.

  "Intruder! Someone's attacking from outside the camp!"

  "Bang! Bang!"

  Two loud gunshots choked off the man's voice.

  Hearing that, Stephen knew immediately that Charles, who had been ambushing outside, had come to support him.

  "That guy is seriously reliable."

  Stephen couldn't help but exclaim, and then he charged straight out, Bowie Knife in hand.

  Sure enough, as soon as Stephen went out, he saw several Del Lobos thugs firing at the entrance of the camp.

  Seeing this, Stephen raised his hand and fired two shots, once again drawing their attention to himself.

  Stephen's idea was simple: Charles didn't have his talent for ignoring injuries. It was better for him to take the pressure.

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  To draw as much fire as possible, he stopped hiding.

  Instead, he started sprinting back and forth between the buildings, Bowie Knife in hand.

  Bullets were faster than him, but he just needed to be faster than the person firing the bullets.

  Stephen used the buildings as cover, playing a game of cat and mouse with the remaining guys.

  He fired as he ran, and they couldn't react in time. The bullets hit the ground, creating small craters.

  But they just couldn't hit Stephen, which infuriated them.

  Two hot-tempered guys couldn't take it anymore and charged toward Stephen, guns in hand.

  This was exactly what Stephen wanted.

  He quickly spun around, circling one of the houses.

  The two guys hurried to catch up, but couldn't see Stephen anywhere.

  "Hey, what are you looking at!"

  Suddenly, Stephen's voice came from above them. They were shocked and quickly raised their guns.

  But it was too late. Stephen cleanly and decisively took them both out with two shots.

  He let go of the roof and jumped down, which pulled on the wound on his shoulder, making him wince.

  "Damn, that really hurts."

  Stephen clutched his shoulder, letting out a curse.

  "Gotta meet up with Charles quickly."

  Thinking this, Stephen headed outside.

  As he rounded a corner, he ran straight into a burly guy with a mean look on his face.

  Stephen looked closely and saw that it was the same guy who had told him to drop his weapon at the door.

  He looked startled, then roared and swung his axe at Stephen.

  This guy was pretty tough.

  Stephen calmly dodged the blow, then flicked his Bowie Knife upwards, preparing to gut him.

  Unexpectedly, the guy reacted quickly, pressing the axe down to block Stephen's blade.

  Then, he swung the axe horizontally at Stephen's waist.

  Stephen quickly jumped back, dodging the powerful blow.

  He tapped the axe handle with his Bowie Knife, knocking the axe off course, and it crashed to the ground.

  The heavy axe left a deep crater in the ground, showing the power of the swing.

  "I told you, if you try anything funny, I'll kill you."

  The man slowly raised the axe, glaring at Stephen.

  "Seriously? Aren't you the ones trying something funny?"

  Stephen was speechless. How could this guy say that with a straight face?

  American double standards?

  The guy ignored him and charged at Stephen again, roaring.

  Against such a heavy weapon, it was best not to block with his Bowie Knife; it wouldn't hold up.

  Instead of backing away, Stephen closed the distance.

  The guy was using a long-handled axe, which was powerful but heavy and difficult to maneuver.

  Stephen ducked, quickly squeezing in close, and with a flick of his wrist, his Bowie Knife lightly turned the axe handle.

  Afraid of having his fingers cut off, the guy had to abandon the axe.

  But he was an experienced fighter, and didn't panic when he dropped the axe.

  Instead, he immediately balled up his fist and punched at Stephen.

  Stephen calmly blocked the blow with his left hand, then forcefully twisted and pinned the guy's hand down.

  Watching the guy's red face and swollen arm, it was clear that he was using all his strength to break free.

  But it was no use. Stephen looked calm, showing no signs of strain.

  Then, he grabbed the guy's hand with his left hand and pulled him off balance, causing him to stumble forward.

  The guy's face was filled with shock and fear; he hadn't expected to lose in a strength contest.

  And Stephen's left shoulder was injured!

  Stephen wouldn't claim to be a god of strength, but not just anyone could beat him in an arm wrestle.

  He twirled the Bowie Knife in his right hand, then raised it and slashed at the guy's face.

  The guy's axe was hard to maneuver, but Stephen's Bowie Knife wasn't.

  The Bowie Knife flashed through the air, and several large cuts appeared on the guy's chest.

  He looked at Stephen in disbelief, then looked down at his bleeding chest, before collapsing powerlessly to the ground.

  "Heh, I've killed countless guys like you."

  Stephen flicked his Bowie Knife, and a streak of blood landed on the ground.