This Taoist priest is so unprofessional!

With his mouth full of mud and sugar syrup, the blond-haired man scrambled to his feet in a disheveled state.

He spat out the mixture with a "pui" sound, feeling as if his teeth were filled with sweet, sticky sand.

The humiliation and pain mixed together instantly ignited what little rationality he had left.

"who!"

"Who the hell ambushed me?!"

With bloodshot eyes, the blond-haired man looked around frantically, like an enraged wild dog.

His response was met with faces contorted with suppressed laughter.

Several young girls covered their mouths, their shoulders shaking violently.

The barbecue stall owner pretended to be focused on flipping the skewers, but he couldn't suppress the upturned corners of his mouth.

Everyone saw it, yet everyone seemed to have seen nothing at all.

The so-called "murderer" could not be found at all.

At the edge of the crowd, Wang Xiaoer had already retreated back into the smoky atmosphere of the barbecue stall.

He leaned against a telephone pole, picked up another grilled sausage, and ate it slowly, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him.

Hidden strength and name.

"Big brother, are you alright?"

Seeing this, Huang Mao's two henchmen quickly tried to help him up, hoping to impress their boss.

The two rushed forward from the left and right.

One of them was running too fast and didn't pay attention to his footing, stepping right on a tomato that had rolled out of the vegetable basket that the blond guy had kicked over earlier.

"Pfft."

A soft sound.

The plump tomato instantly turned into a pool of red juice.

The younger man felt a slippery sensation under his feet, instantly lost his balance, and fell to the side with a scream.

And next to him was his companion, who was equally eager to curry favor.

"Holy shit!"

Before the other person could react, he was hit squarely in the waist by his companion who was flying sideways.

The two rolled around like bowling pins, finally ending up on top of each other in an extremely ungraceful position.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

This time, the crowd couldn't hold back any longer.

Before, they were just chuckling, but now they've burst into unrestrained laughter.

These successive coincidences are more exciting than watching a comedy sketch.

"waste!"

Huang Mao was so angry he felt like his lungs were about to explode.

He felt like everyone on the street was laughing at him.

He couldn't find the culprit behind his plot, and his own underlings were as stupid as pigs.

The pent-up anger surged within him, desperately needing an outlet.

He turned around abruptly, his scarlet eyes scanning the crowd before finally settling on a somewhat thin young man who was closest to him.

"laugh!"

The blond-haired man lunged forward and grabbed the young man by the collar.

"You're fucking laughing, aren't you?"

The young man was so frightened by this sudden turn of events that his face turned pale, and he waved his hands repeatedly.

"No...it wasn't me...I didn't..."

"How dare you talk back!"

Yellow Hair roared and raised his fist to smash down.

Lin Qingya's heart jumped into her throat instantly, and she instinctively exclaimed in surprise.

Just then.

"Waaah—waaah—"

A sudden, sharp siren rang out from the street corner, growing louder as it approached, instantly piercing the hustle and bustle of the night market.

The fist, raised high, froze in mid-air.

The ferocity on the blond man's face instantly turned into astonishment, and then panic.

His underlings, who had just gotten up from the ground, also changed their expressions drastically.

They're just street thugs; they're good at extorting money and scaring the elderly, women, and children, but when it comes to the police, they're more cowardly than anyone else.

"The cops are here!"

"Let's go, let's hurry up and go!"

Someone shouted something.

The group of thugs scattered like birds and beasts, no longer caring about causing trouble for anyone, and turned to run for their lives at the other end of the food street.

The blond guy was running in the lead.

All he wanted to do now was leave this place of trouble that had caused him so much embarrassment.

He was so panicked that he didn't notice a person walking out of the alleyway next to him.

He was the owner of a snack stall, in his fifties, with a robust build.

He was holding a huge stainless steel pot in both hands, filled with freshly cooked, steaming hot mala tang (a type of spicy hot pot).

The red oil sizzles and bubbles, filling the air with its aroma.

The stall owner was carefully placing the pot of freshly cooked delicious food onto his stall.

then.

He then saw a blond-haired boy, like a mad bull, charging straight at him with his head down.

The stall owner's pupils dilated in shock; it was too late to dodge.

"Hey! Watch out!"

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

The blond-haired man slammed his head hard into the large pot in the stall owner's arms.

The immense impact caused the large pot filled with boiling soup to slip from my grasp instantly.

The stainless steel pot traced a beautiful parabola in the air.

Then, under the influence of gravity, the pot and soup were dumped all over the blond-haired man and the thugs behind him.

"Holy crap!"

"Hot hot hot hot hot hot!"

"Ah—my hand!"

"My legs!"

On the snack street, the screams of thugs and the curses of stall owners rose and fell.

Red soup oil, various meatballs, vegetables, gluten... were spilled all over the ground.

The whole street was in complete chaos.

The crowd was so shocked by the scene that they backed away, their faces filled with astonishment and a hint of schadenfreude.

Lin Qingya stared, her mouth agape, completely mesmerized.

She subconsciously turned to look at Wang Xiaoer.

Wang Xiaoer remained standing in the same spot, slowly finishing the last bite of his grilled sausage, and then precisely tossed the bamboo skewer into the nearby trash can.

His face even showed a perfectly appropriate hint of surprise.

He seemed to be just an innocent bystander.

But Lin Qingya clearly saw a hint of triumphant smile in his calm eyes.

All of this...

Did he do all of this?

But he only moved his foot slightly.

The police car quickly arrived at the street corner.

Several uniformed police officers quickly got out of the car and were stunned when they saw the mess in front of them.

However, they quickly realized what was happening and, in no time at all, subdued all the thugs who were still rolling on the ground.

The whole process went incredibly smoothly.

None of the thugs escaped; they were all pinned to the ground by the police.

The one with yellow hair, who was the leader, was in the worst shape. Not only was he covered in blisters from the burns, but he also smelled strongly of hot pot broth.

As an experienced policeman searched him, his movements suddenly paused.

He pulled a gleaming switchblade from the back of the blond-haired man's waist.

The blade reflected a cold light under the night market lights.

The policeman's face instantly darkened.

"And he was carrying a controlled knife?"

He glanced coldly at the blond-haired man still groaning on the ground, and then gestured to his colleague beside him.

"The nature of it has changed."

"Take them all back and interrogate them thoroughly!"