The developers still haven't forgiven the players.

Chapter 127 Conflicts in Reality

After being reminded by a woman with smoky makeup, one of the women, who had a large tattoo on her collarbone, turned to look.

When she saw what Old Kuai looked like, she couldn't help but frown.

To be fair, the tattooed woman is quite beautiful; even when she frowns, she has a captivating charm.

Old Kuai felt his fingers were a little cold, and his breathing was so difficult that it felt like someone was choking him.

He didn't know whether he was embarrassed, angry, or both.

"bother."

The tattooed woman picked up her bag, turned around, and left.

Seeing this, the woman with the smoky makeup made a face at the last young woman, but then followed her.

The manager, who had been chatting and laughing with them, turned around and glanced at Lao Kuai.

The strange atmosphere, coupled with the tattooed woman's sudden change of expression and departure, made the manager slowly realize what was going on.

He walked over to the swivel chair where Lao Kuai was sitting and asked, "Hey buddy, do you know Sister Sha?"

Old Kuai didn't really want to talk about this person; his hands, covered by the apron, were already clenched into fists.

Seeing that Lao Kuai didn't respond, the manager gradually revealed a playful smile: "Could it be you, kid?"

Without waiting for Lao Kuai's reply, he plopped down on the unused swivel chair next to him, picked up his phone to send messages, and occasionally turned to look at Lao Kuai.

His phone kept ringing with group chat notifications, and his smirking smile was full of sarcasm.

Despite the unsettling environment, Lao Kuai finally finished getting his hair cut.

He left the barbershop without looking back, as if he were fleeing.

The autumn sun shone on my newly cut hair, making it a little itchy and a little warm.

It did soothe his restless mind quite well.

With several hours left before the maintenance ended at 6 PM, Lao Kuai didn't know what to do at home. Considering what had happened at the barbershop earlier, he decided to head towards the stadium.

Go do some activities.

Making your body tired should be a good way to relieve emotional problems.

Passing by the public fitness area, I saw several elderly men stretching on the horizontal bar, and some middle-aged women strolling around after lunch.

Without lingering, Lao Kuai walked straight into the free-access football stadium and, under the afternoon sun, began running laps frantically along the track at the edge of the football field.

As a college student who got into university based on my athletic talent, even though I recently stopped my daily training due to being addicted to games, I didn't waste much time. After running a few more laps, I regained my feeling for running.

Two hours passed in the blink of an eye.

Old Kuai lay flat on the grass in the field.

Having consumed a lot of glycogen and fat, he now felt much better.

After resting enough, he got up to go home.

Then, when he walked to the entrance and exit of the venue, he was blocked by several hooligans.

Old Kuai subconsciously stopped in his tracks, his palms instantly sweating.

The young man leading the group had a head of unruly blond hair, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and looked Old Kuai up and down with disdain.

"We've been looking for you for ages." The blond guy grinned, revealing a set of teeth stained yellow from smoking, his tone full of mockery. "You got a new haircut, you look pretty handsome."

One of them spoke up, "Isn't our shop owner a good cook?"

Old Kuai recognized him; this was the young man who had been chatting and laughing with Yanxinzhuang and the others at the barbershop earlier.

His heart sank, and he tried his best to keep his voice steady: "I don't know you, please move aside."

"Don't know them?" The blond-haired guy turned to his accomplice exaggeratedly. "Did you hear that? He said he doesn't know us!"

The thugs behind him immediately burst into laughter, one of them, a tall, thin guy, saying sarcastically, "What are you pretending for? I hate guys like you athletes the most."

"You think you can just let it go after you stole my woman?" The blond-haired man stepped forward, getting closer to Old Kuai. The smell of tobacco and cheap perfume emanating from him was nauseating.

The passageway was filled with a suffocating sense of oppression. Old Kuai felt his heart pounding like a drum, but he forced himself to calm down.

"At that time, Lü Yusha didn't tell me she had a boyfriend, and she was the one who took the initiative to contact me."

Old Kuai stopped pretending not to know him and looked directly at the blond-haired man: "To be fair, I'm the victim. If you want to cause trouble, at least come up with a decent reason."

"reason?"

The blond-haired man seemed to have heard a hilarious joke, and suddenly moved closer to Old Kuai's face, their noses almost touching: "I don't like you, that's my reason!"

As he spoke, the blond-haired man suddenly reached out, trying to shove Lao Kuai in the chest.

Old Kuai instinctively dodged to the side and back, while his right hand quickly blocked and grabbed Huang Mao's wrist, twisting it forcefully.

"what!"

Caught off guard, the blond-haired man's arm ached from the blow, and he lost his balance, stumbling forward two steps.

This sudden turn of events stunned everyone.

No one expected that Old Kuai would dare to fight back even when he was surrounded by several of them.

But to be honest, Lao Kuai's reaction was actually a conditioned reflex formed from playing the game for a long time.

The battle against the Roaring Clan warriors was a real, hard-fought fight.

There have been countless life-or-death battles.

In other words, Lao Kuai viewed it as a game, but in reality, he had the equivalent of taking dozens of lives.

Even in real life, he doesn't punch several tons at a time like in the game.

The problem is that these unruly youths were far inferior to the Roaring Clan warriors.

"Fuck your mother." The blond-haired man recovered and, feeling a bit embarrassed, kicked Old Kuai.

As the saying goes, "When you hold a sharp weapon, the urge to kill arises naturally."

Old Kuai's adrenaline surged, and he felt that Huang Mao's movements were incredibly slow in his eyes.

He turned and delivered a side kick, slamming the blond-haired guy against the wall.

Seeing that a fight had broken out so quickly, the others, out of loyalty and because they outnumbered the others, also rushed forward.

After making his move, Lao Kuai realized that he was not flustered at all, and was even frighteningly calm, as if he were back in a game battle.

Using his superior physical abilities, he weaved between the three men, delivering a side kick to the knee of the tall, thin man, followed by an elbow strike that forced the manager back.

Although the moves are simple, they are fast and powerful, and are practical combat skills he honed in the game.

Ultimately, they're just a bunch of petty thugs.

He usually relies on having a large group of people to scare others, but he was never really prepared to fight Old Kuai.

On the contrary, the elderly habitually mobilize their blood and energy from the moment they start to do something.

Even if there is no blood energy in his body, and no matter how hard he tries to circulate it, it will be useless, but the psychological boost cannot be ignored.

In the time it takes to breathe a few dozen breaths.

He single-handedly knocked several thugs, including the blond-haired guy, to the ground.