"Mo Shaohong, I am now arresting you on charges of assaulting a police officer.
Surrender peacefully."
"I'm not Mo Shaohong.
And I won't surrender; if you want to catch me, you'll need to use your skills." Mo Shaohong gestured at Luke.
At this moment, the fight between the two scared away the surrounding pedestrians.
With no risk of accidental injury, Luke took the initiative to retreat; as long as he gained some distance, he could draw his gun and shoot, with no need to engage in a direct fight.
Mo Shaohong seemed to notice Luke's intention and took big strides towards him, lifting his right leg for a side kick, fast and ruthless, fiercely domineering.
Luke hurriedly swung his arms to block.
Luke felt like his arm had been hit by a steel pipe.
This kind of opponent was very annoying, utterly desperate.
But Luke didn't want to be desperate or get hurt.
Luke was proficient in boxing and jiu-jitsu; his fighting skills were not inferior, and he had a physical advantage. If it were a ring fight, Luke was confident he could win.
But now it was a life-and-death struggle, testing not only fighting skills and physical condition but also ferocity.
It wasn't just about being ruthless to the enemy; he also had to be ruthless to himself.
Mo Shaohong now gave Luke the impression of someone willing to injure themselves to take down others.
He was willing to get hurt to escape Luke's arrest.
For Luke, facing such an opponent, capturing them without getting injured was very difficult.
Once Luke figured out what he wanted, he knew how to fight.
Very simple, just entangle him.
One word, 'entangle,' is the essence.
Luke wasn't alone; he had support from the FBI and the police.
As long as he could hold Mo Shaohong, Luke would win.
There was absolutely no need to risk injury to catch the opponent; it wasn't worth it.
Mo Shaohong executed a series of sweeping kicks and elbow strikes, and Luke cleverly dodged them. Meanwhile, he also tried to approach his opponent actively, attempting to use jiu-jitsu to subdue him.
But after several attempts, Mo Shaohong's counterattacks were fierce, still using this exchange of injury-for-injury tactics, and Luke had to dodge and abandon the idea of subduing him.
Aamir Khan caught up, holding his gun with both hands, shouted at Mo Shaohong.
Luke sighed in relief and rubbed his arm, "Buddy, you're finally here, I almost got killed by that guy."
Aamir Khan showed a bit of embarrassment and guilt on his face; he knew Mo Shaohong was a black market boxing champion and thought Luke was really hurt, explaining, "I just went after another guy but he got away.
So I hurried over to support you."
Suddenly, Mo Shaohong made a move, abandoning Luke and rushing towards Aamir Khan.
His movements were unexpected; not only Luke but Aamir Khan was also caught off guard.
"Don't move..." Aamir Khan's warning hadn't finished before Mo Shaohong was already in close range.
"Bang!" Aamir Khan fired his gun.
Almost simultaneously, Mo Shaohong seemed to sense it and instinctively dodged, but the bullet still hit his left shoulder.
But Mo Shaohong didn't stop; the gunshot wound in his shoulder only fueled his ferocity, and he swung his right elbow directly into Aamir Khan's chest.
Aamir Khan was knocked down; despite the bulletproof vest, he felt like his rib had broken.
His chest ached terribly, he breathed with difficulty, collapsing to the ground, and his gun fell.
Seeing this, Luke wanted to curse, but there was no time.
He rushed over in a few swift strides, punching at Mo Shaohong's head.
Mo Shaohong ducked, using his right arm to block.
Luke feinted with a punch and then slammed his elbow into his left shoulder.
Mo Shaohong screamed in pain, his teeth chattering, his body curling up, his strength dissipating.
Luke seized the opportunity, swinging his fist fiercely, pummeling his head.
Luke's punches were heavy; after a few hits, Mo Shaohong was completely dazed, collapsing weakly to the ground.
Not daring to be careless, Luke pinned him down and handcuffed him.
Luke walked over to Aamir Khan, patting his cheek, "Buddy, are you okay?"
Aamir Khan gasped breathlessly, "No.
I feel like I was hit by a raging bull."
Luke was relieved; if he could talk, he wouldn't die.