Searching for someone in northern Myanmar, and you call that earning tuition fees?

The receptionist was focused on applying shine to her little finger, completely ignoring the shouting and cursing coming from the front.

When Su Ming suddenly asked her question, she wanted to roll her eyes and say, "Don't dawdle if you're not going to buy anything," but when she raised her eyelids, she met his cold and calm eyes.

Although this young man was wearing a cheap, thin windbreaker with loose threads, his skin was fair, his figure was upright, and his features exuded a clean and neat student-like air, making him much more pleasing to the eye than the greasy, pot-bellied men who were shirtless all over the hall.

The girl's tone softened a bit: "Eight yuan a strip, what do you want to buy it for? Want me to give you a back scrub?"

This joking remark took on a different meaning in Qiangzi's ears.

He had just slapped Bao Dashan against the wall, looking very imposing, but instead of kneeling down and begging for mercy, this kid actually had the leisure to chat with the receptionist.

Who are you looking down on?

"Damn it, you think you're so tough?" Qiangzi sneered, pointing his finger at Su Ming's nose and cursing, "Kid, you've got guts, trying to pick up girls right in front of me? Are you really hungry for jail time, or are you tired of living and looking for a feast?"

Bao Dashan, hiding behind the gilded Roman columns, was so anxious that he scratched his head and cheeks.

He covered his swollen cheek, lowered his voice, and whispered to Su Ming, "Brother! Brother! Let's not argue with him! A wise man doesn't fight a losing battle! Go back to the car and get the kite string! Use the kite string to strangle him! That works!"

Su Ming ignored him.

He took out his wallet from his pocket, pulled out a crumpled ten-yuan note, and slapped it on the counter.

"Keep the change, please."

After saying that, he reached back and pulled a dark blue nylon bath towel off the shelf.

This time, not only Qiangzi was stunned, but even the receptionist stopped blowing her nails, her eyes full of question marks.

Bao Dashan's vision went black, and he almost fainted on the spot.

What the hell is this time of day?! Still trying to act cool like me?! Keep the change?! The price of showing off is getting beaten to a pulp!

Qiangzi laughed in fury, his neck tilted to the side, his knuckles cracking: "Fine, I see, you're really here to cause trouble!"

He waved to his two henchmen behind him: "Get him! Break his arm, teach him how to talk to people in Harbin!"

Two henchmen grinned maliciously and flanked Su Ming from the left and right. One of them even grabbed a metal trash can from the corner of the wall, preparing to smash it over Su Ming's head.

Faced with encirclement, Su Ming did not retreat but advanced.

He carried the dry bath towel, walked to the water dispenser in the center of the hall, and pressed the hot water button.

"Splash..."

When boiling water is poured into a bath towel, the nylon fabric quickly absorbs the water and becomes heavy.

Qiangzi and his two henchmen were dumbfounded.

Su Ming turned off the hot water, grabbed both ends of the bath towel with both hands, and wrung it out forcefully. The excess water was squeezed out, and the entire bath towel became supple and heavy, turning into a heavy short whip.

He flicked his wrist slightly.

"call--"

The soaking wet bath towel drew a sharp arc in the air, making a dull whistling sound.

The young man holding the trash can had just rushed up to them, but before he could smash it down, he felt a blur before his eyes.

*Smack!*

A crisp sound, comparable to a firecracker exploding, echoed throughout the bathhouse lobby.

The bath towel struck the underling's wrist, which was gripping the trash can, squarely. A sharp, piercing pain shot through him; he felt the red-hot iron rod lash his wrist, instantly leaving it numb and powerless.

"Crash!" The trash can fell to the ground.

"Damn it!" The younger brother clutched his wrist, jumping up and down in pain, tears welling up in his eyes.

Seeing this, another henchman shouted to embolden himself and threw a straight punch at Su Ming's face.

Su Ming dodged to the side, and then flicked his wrist again.

This time, the bath towel was flicked out in a tricky way, grazing the underling's ear and striking the back of his neck at a tricky angle the moment he pulled back his fist.

*Smack!*

Another crisp sound.

The young man felt a burning pain in the back of his neck, as if he had been stung by a wasp. He staggered and almost fell headfirst into the fish tank next to him.

This is not over yet.

Su Ming flicked his wrist, whipping the bath towel in the air, and used the momentum of the spin to strike for the third time!

"Smack!!!"

This blow landed squarely on Qiangzi's face!

A deep red mark with a grid pattern appeared on Qiangzi's face.

The shirtless guys playing cards in the lobby all dropped their cards onto the table, staring in disbelief.

This...this is a bath towel?! This is clearly a flying guillotine!

Qiangzi covered his face, feeling like half his cheek wasn't his own anymore; it burned and was damp. His eyes were red, but he still tried to tough it out: "My older brother is Datong! If you dare cause trouble here, you won't leave this town—"

"Snapped!"

He was met with a fourth slap, which landed squarely on his other cheek, creating a symmetrical "grid pattern".

"I...I..."

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

Su Ming didn't give him a chance to speak at all, his hand holding the bath towel flying up and down, creating a dense, impenetrable blue whip-like shadow.

Slap the face, slap the arm, slap the thigh.

Each strike was powerful and heavy, each sound crisp and clear.

At first, Qiangzi tried to dodge and fight back.

But the bath towel came too fast and at too sharp an angle, and he became the sheep targeted by the shepherd, with no choice but to be whipped.

Eventually, he gave up resisting completely.

"Call the police! I'm telling you I called the police!" Qiangzi covered his head with his hands, squatted on the ground, and his voice was trembling with sobs.

The other two underlings also squatted down next to him with their heads in their hands, the three of them trembling like three groundhogs being chased and burned by a welding torch.

"Stop smoking, bro! It's broken! It's really broken!"

"I was wrong, bro! I'll scrub your back for free! I'll scrub it for you for a year!"

Su Ming finally stopped.

He held the still-dripping bath towel, looking at the three burly men on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. Only their sobs filled the hall.

At the next card table, a man with a tiger tattooed all over his back swallowed hard and muttered to his companion, "This young man... this skill, you can't learn it without rubbing backs in Northeast China for ten or eight years."

His companion nodded in agreement: "I think he's good. Look at his strength and accuracy. If he were to rub a layer of skin off a clod of dirt, wouldn't he be able to do it? He's a master."

Su Ming walked up to Qiangzi and gently nudged him with his toe.

Qiangzi shuddered, abruptly raising his head, his face streaked with tears, his eyes filled with terror.

Su Ming waved the dripping bath towel in front of him.

"Now, can we talk?"