Knocked one person down.
His hands were now equipped with a "weapon."
Dirk Carter seemed even more composed.
The remaining three, though possessing some "combat power," appeared inadequate before Dirk Carter. After some back and forth, within a few minutes, two of the three were knocked down.
Despite taking a few hits on his arm, it wasn't a big issue for Dirk Carter.
The last person, seeing Dirk Carter's fighting prowess, was somewhat intimidated.
Just as Dirk Carter was about to swiftly deal with the last person.
Suddenly.
A loud shout erupted from the distance: "Stop!"
Following the sound.
A person emerged from behind a pillar.
A chubby young man.
This man was none other than Farrell Lowell.
Farrell Lowell was holding a pistol, aiming it precisely at Dirk Carter.
Though his eyes were determined.
Dirk Carter noticed that his hand was trembling a bit.
"Don't move, if you move again, I'll kill you!"
Seemingly to bolster his courage.
Farrell Lowell said viciously.
