Two hours later...
Ye Zixiao jumped out of the van.
Not far away, by the river, Leng Shao was bragging with an old man who was fishing. The old man was also interesting, offering Leng Shao a cigarette and praising him as a good young man.
"Old man, let me tell you, even though I'm not from Longdu, I'm still well-connected here. I'll leave you my number later. I'll look out for you in Longdu from now on."
Leng Shao said this with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, full of swagger.
"Thank you, young man."
The old man said, and then caught another fish.
"Leng Shao, what are you up to?"
Ye Zixiao walked towards the river, his legs a bit wobbly.
"Holy crap, Brother Xiao, are you done?"
"Done with what?"
"You and the sister-in-law, you know..."
"Go to hell, we were just chatting."
"You chat pretty fast then!"
"Get lost."
As they were chatting, a group of young men walked over. The leader was a guy with a small mustache, chewing on a piece of foxtail grass. He stood next to the old fishing man.
"Old man, pay up."
The mustached guy said domineeringly.
"Huh? Pay what?"
The old man twisted his head and asked, holding his fishing rod.
"Are you playing dumb with me?"
The mustached guy grabbed the old man and shouted arrogantly, "Didn't I tell you yesterday? If you fish here again, you have to pay. No exceptions. Hand over the money quickly. One thousand yuan per fishing rod."
"Young man, you can't be unreasonable. I've been fishing in this river for years, and it's never been charged. Besides, this is a wild river, not a paid fishing pond. Even if you charge, it shouldn't be a thousand yuan, should it?"
"Less nonsense, it's one thousand."
"I will not give you any money."
"Old man, are you looking for a beating?"
"Let go of me..."
The old man, despite his age, was quite strong-willed. It seemed he wasn't going to bow to the thugs, but he was old and frail. Not only could he not break free, but he was also pushed down by the mustached guy.
"Beat him."
The mustached guy gave the order.
A group of thugs were about to kick.
"Wait a moment."
Leng Shao, seeing injustice, let out a roar and strode forward. He held his cigarette in his mouth and puffed out his chest, saying to the mustached guy, "Buddy, what the hell are you doing? Bullying someone this old?"
"Who the hell are you?"
The mustached guy looked dismissive.
"It doesn't matter who I am. This old man is my friend. You can't bully him. Besides, you guys are too much like thugs. This is a wild river. Whoever wants to fish can fish. What business is it of yours?"
"What the hell, you think you're so tough?"
"Just doing the right thing."
"Doing the right thing? Hahaha!"
The mustached guy let out a burst of laughter, gesturing to the river with both hands and saying, "Kid, forget this one river, all the rivers in this area are under my jurisdiction. Anyone fishing here has to pay."
"What, you're gangsters?"
Leng Shao was naturally not intimidated.
"To tell you the truth, we are indeed gangsters. Not just in the suburbs, but anywhere in Longdu, my boss does whatever he wants. If you don't want to die, get lost quickly, or you won't be able to leave."
"Get out!"
"You little brat, get lost."
"Damn it, are you looking for death?"
The group of thugs yelled and cursed.
"Young man, you should leave quickly!"
The old man, lying on the ground, said to Leng Shao.
"Old man, don't be afraid!"
Leng Shao became even more energized, saying swaggeringly, "As I said earlier, I'll cover you if anything happens. These few rotten onions are no match for me. I can take them all down with one hand."
"Hehehehe!"
Ye Zixiao sat on the grass and laughed.
"What are you laughing at?"
The mustached guy turned and pointed at Ye Zixiao.
"Sorry, you continue."
Ye Zixiao smiled and lit a cigarette.
Seeing Ye Zixiao's attitude, Leng Shao knew he tacitly agreed to intervene. This gave Leng Shao more confidence. He put his left hand on his hip and pointed his right finger at the mustached guy's nose.
"Don't you want your fingers anymore?"
The mustached guy seemed genuinely enraged.
"You little thug, I order you to apologize to this old man immediately, or you'll be in trouble. If I have to make a move, I'll beat you until your teeth fall out."
Leng Shao was becoming more and more boastful.
"Go to hell, beat him."
The mustached guy ordered his subordinates.
"Beat him."
"Damn it, kill him."
"You little brat..."
A group of thugs yelled and rushed forward.
"Go down!"
Leng Shao roared and punched the mustached guy in the nose. A spray of blood erupted, his nose was smashed, and he fell heavily to the ground.
With this punch.
Leng Shao used only thirty percent of his strength.
However.
Leng Shao was now a Martial King!
Thirty percent of a Martial King's strength.
Ordinary people couldn't withstand it.
"What's going on?"
The mustached guy sat on the ground, dazedly raised his hand. When he touched his shattered nose, he suddenly wailed, "Aiyaaah, it hurts so much! Beat him to death!"
"Huh?"
"Holy crap, he's quite strong?"
"Go on..."
The stunned thugs snapped out of their daze and attacked Leng Shao again. Some took out daggers from their bodies. Their boss had been beaten, so they naturally resorted to dirty tricks.
"Bring it on!"
Leng Shao was known for being a hothead. He came from a rough background, and street fighting was his specialty. Moreover, he was now a Martial King, so dealing with these thugs was a piece of cake.
After a flurry of punches.
All the thugs were down!
Leng Shao didn't intend to stop there. He started kicking the thugs in the head, yelling, "You group of bastards, you blind your dog eyes! How dare you challenge me? You're not worthy!"
"Stop hitting!"
"Brother, brother, I was wrong!"
"Boss, save me!"
"I surrender, I surrender..."
The thugs cried and begged as they were kicked.
The mustached guy was dumbfounded!
In this area, this guy was indeed notorious. He had nearly a hundred subordinates and made a living by staging accidents and extorting money. Most people wouldn't dare to provoke them.
But today, they were unlucky.
They ran into a hotheaded kid.
"Stop hitting, you damn it, stop!"
The mustached guy, covering his nose, got up and pointed at Leng Shao, shouting, "Kid, do you know who my boss is? If you don't stop, even an immortal can't save you."
"Who is your boss?"
Leng Shao walked towards the mustached guy.
"You, you, you, don't do anything rash."
The mustached guy was so scared that he kept backing away.
"I asked who your boss is?"
"Saying it will scare you to death."
"Come on, scare me to death!"
"My boss is the Third Young Master of the Jin family!"
"Who?"
"The Third Young Master of the Jin family in Longdu."
"Never heard of it."
"Kid, are you brain-dead?"
The mustached guy grinned widely, shouting nervously yet arrogantly, "The Jin family, the Jin family, don't you know the Jin family in Longdu? I'll tell you the truth, all the businesses in this area belong to the Third Young Master."
"Oh, and then?"
Leng Shao was still laughing heartily.
"The Third Young Master of the Jin family is my boss. Don't you understand? Even if you're from out of town, you should have heard of the Third Young Master's reputation. If you offend my boss, you won't even know how you died."
"Go to hell!"
Leng Shao walked up and threw another punch.
It directly smashed the mustached guy's mouth.
"Wuwuwu, ahhhh!"
The mustached guy fell to the ground, screaming in pain.
Leng Shao stomped on him and yelled, "Jin family, right? Third Young Master, right? So great, huh? Gangsters, right? Screw your mother! In front of me, Leng Shao, you're all just dogs."