This Taoist priest is so unprofessional!

The surrounding stall owners and diners watched this scene with anger on their faces, but no one dared to step forward.

Those thugs were obviously street thugs, and no one wanted to cause trouble for an unrelated old man.

Upon seeing this, Lin Qingya frowned slightly.

She stopped feeding the cat, and her previously smiling face was now covered with frost.

Worry and anger intertwined in her clear eyes.

The lead thug with blond hair kicked over the old lady's bamboo basket containing loose change, scattering coins and banknotes all over the ground.

He spat viciously on the ground.

"You old bastard, don't push your luck!"

"If you don't pay today, you can forget about setting up your stall!"

The air around him seemed to freeze.

The aroma of barbecue and the laughter of passersby were all drowned out by the arrogant shouts and curses at that moment.

All eyes were focused on the mess and the trembling old man.

Anger was written all over people's faces, but their steps seemed to be nailed to the spot.

Lin Qingya's face instantly turned cold.

She put Fugui on the ground, took out her phone, and her slender fingers were about to press the emergency call button.

A hand gently pressed down on her wrist.

It's Wang Xiaoer.

"Don't act impulsively."

Wang Xiaoer's voice was very low, and he shook his head at her.

"They're just thugs and hooligans. When the police come, they'll just take them in, give them a few words of education, and then release them."

"But they'll remember you and cause you trouble later."

Lin Qingya bit her lip, but the anger in her eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

"So we're just going to watch like this?"

"Just watch them bully an old lady?"

Wang Xiaoer did not answer.

He looked at the blond-haired man and then kicked the small stool that the old lady was using to support her stall away.

The old lady stumbled and almost fell, but luckily she managed to grab the food cart next to her.

Her cloudy eyes were filled with tears, her lips trembled, but she couldn't utter a single word.

A fire also ignited in Wang Xiaoer's heart.

Zhang Chen's "professional theory" flashed through his mind.

To treat people differently based on their status, and to seek advantage while avoiding harm.

These thugs are the kind of trouble you shouldn't mess with; they offer no profit but cause constant harassment.

Reason told him that leaving with Lin Qingya was the best option.

But looking at the old woman's desperate and helpless eyes, he felt as if his feet were filled with lead.

He recalled how, when he dropped out of school to work, he had also been verbally abused like that by his foreman.

He understood that feeling of powerlessness.

He didn't want to experience it again.

Oh shit.

Wang Xiaoer cursed inwardly.

It's troublesome, but so be it.

A flash of inspiration struck him, and the appendix titled "The Five Elements Concealment Technique" appeared clearly in his mind.

To achieve unity of mind and spirit, and to merge with all things.

It follows the shadow in the light and its form in the dark.

He took a deep breath.

The surrounding noise seemed to fade away from him at that moment.

He released Lin Qingya's hand and moved his body a small step to the side very naturally.

That step was strange; it looked like he hadn't stood firm, yet it allowed him to blend into the rising smoke from the barbecue stall.

Lin Qingya was about to ask him what he was going to do, but she swallowed the words back.

To her surprise, Wang Xiaoer's figure became somewhat blurry in the smoke.

It's not that you can't see it, but rather it's a feeling that... makes you subconsciously ignore it.

Wang Xiaoer's body moved.

He didn't run, or even walk fast.

His steps moved forward at a strange, unhurried pace.

One step, and I stepped into the gap between two pedestrians passing by.

I stepped into the deepest shadow cast by the streetlights.

His breathing became long and shallow, as if blending into the noise of the night market.

He was like a gust of wind, a leaf, or an inconspicuous plastic bag.

He was walking right in everyone's sight, yet no one noticed him.

Several diners brushed past him, but none of them even glanced at him.

Even the orange cat named Fugui only glanced at him lazily before continuing to lick the bamboo skewers on the ground.

It's as if there's a natural visual blind spot on him.

That's amazing.

A surge of excitement welled up in Wang Xiaoer's heart.

What the book said was actually true!

He bypassed a stinky tofu stall and quietly approached the group of thugs from behind.

The blond-haired leader stood smugly with his hands on his hips, grinding coins on the ground with his toes.

"Old man, have you made up your mind yet?"

"Are you going to pay me, or do you want me to smash all this junk?"

His henchmen behind him also joined in the commotion, their strange laughter grating on the ears.

They were completely unaware that a "non-existent" person was already standing behind them.

Wang Xiaoer held his breath.

He stared at the blond guy's leg, which was wearing ripped jeans, calculating the angle and force.

It can't be too heavy, or it will give itself away.

It can't be too light, or it won't be effective.

Just then.

"Ring ring—"

A clear, ringing bell sound came from afar.

A vendor selling candied hawthorns was passing by, carrying a straw basket full of candied hawthorns.

Perhaps because there were too many onlookers, the road became a bit difficult to walk on, and the vendor stumbled a little.

It's now!

Wang Xiaoer's eyes narrowed.

He stretched out his leg, the movement looking like he was casually stretching forward.

The toes gently and precisely hooked onto the blond man's ankle.

The force was so light, it was as if a breeze had just passed by.

at the same time.

The candied hawthorn vendor's load swayed violently from the bumpy ride.

One of the candied hawthorns on the very edge wasn't stuck in place and fell off the straw target.

"Clatter".

The candied hawthorn skewer fell to the ground, and the hawthorns, coated in a glistening sugar coating, were instantly covered in dust and unknown stains.

Just as the blond-haired man was about to kick him again, he suddenly felt his foot slip.

A barely perceptible force disrupted his balance.

"Holy shit?"

He screamed and lunged forward uncontrollably.

His body traced a clumsy arc in the air.

Time seemed to slow down at that moment.

Everyone around stared wide-eyed.

They watched helplessly as the blond-haired man's face plummeted straight down to the ground.

And his landing point was perfectly accurate.

It was that candied hawthorn that had just fallen to the ground and was covered in dust.

puff!

A dull, slightly sticky sound.

The blond-haired man's mouth precisely nibbled on the dirty candied hawthorn.

The cold sugar coating, the rough dust, and the sour taste of hawthorn exploded in his mouth instantly.

If his head had lowered just one centimeter more, that sharp bamboo skewer would probably have pierced right through his mouth.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone was stunned.

The strange smiles on the faces of those thugs froze.

The vendor selling candied hawthorns stared blankly at the scene, forgetting to continue ringing his bell.

one second.

two seconds.

"puff--"

I don't know who couldn't help but laugh out loud first.

Followed by.

"Hahahaha!"

"My god! That's hilarious! What kind of move is that? A flat-footed fall followed by a face-plant?"

"Accurate! So damn accurate!"

"This guy must have had some training, right? His verbal skills are amazing!"

The suppressed anger was instantly transformed into uproarious laughter.

Laughter flooded the entire food street like a tidal wave.