After the divorce, he took care of his child and sold fried rice; his ex-wife was filled with regret

"Xiaoxiao! My daughter!" Aunt Wang cried anxiously, tears streaming down her face, and reached out to wipe them away with the corner of her clothes.

Seeing that he had hit the target, the young man in the windbreaker acted as if he had won a battle, slapping his thigh and laughing wildly.

"Hahahaha! This is what happens when you're a lackey of a shady business! Go ahead and try to touch me, will you? Hundreds of thousands of people are watching!"

"Look everyone! The angry crowd has spontaneously punished the thugs behind the shady business! This is the power of justice!"

However, the young man in the windbreaker hadn't even had time to wipe the wild smile from his mouth.

There was a "thud."

He only felt a green figure flash before his eyes, and then a fist, accompanied by a piercing sound of wind being cut, slammed directly into his nose!

"Bang!!"

A sickening thud exploded in the open space in front of the gate!

His head snapped back, and two streams of hot blood gushed out from his nose!

"Awooo—!!"

Before his agonizing scream could even fully escape his throat, the green figure's movements didn't pause for a second.

She landed a punch, followed by a powerful uppercut that slammed into the young man's stomach!

"vomit--!!"

The young man's eyes suddenly bulged outwards, his face instantly turning from red to white, then from white to blue. Stomach acid and leftover food gushed out of his throat, and he felt like a boiled shrimp in pain, his body involuntarily arching forward.

"Are you bullying me?!"

Taking advantage of the other person's forward momentum, Su Xiaoxiao grabbed the young man's hair at the back of his head and suddenly thrust her knee upwards!

"Thump!!"

The knee slammed heavily into the young man's face!

Blood, saliva, and snot splattered everywhere!

The young man couldn't even utter a sound before his legs went weak, and he collapsed heavily onto the rotten egg yolk and snow like a lump of mud. His face swelled up like a rotten persimmon, his mouth was full of blood, and he convulsed and gagged violently on the ground.

The entire process, from Su Xiaoxiao throwing down her backpack and launching a sudden attack to the young man weighing 140 or 150 pounds being beaten to the point of being paralyzed in the snow and unable to get up, took less than five seconds!

Quiet.

The air seemed to freeze.

The few young livestreamers who had been shouting and making a ruckus in the alleyway now had their eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

The goatee-bearded male anchor holding the selfie stick had his mouth wide open, big enough to fit a fist.

Who would have thought?!

This seemingly delicate and pretty female college student, barely in her early twenties, is surprisingly ruthless when she gets into a fight!

"He's gone mad...he's killed someone!!"

The female anchor in the red down jacket was the first to react. She screamed and took several steps back, nearly falling flat on her back on the ice with her high-heeled boots.

"The clerk at the shady shop is committing murder in the street! Everyone, look!" Goatee was awakened by the scream.

The goatee slammed the metal selfie stick forward, almost stabbing Su Xiaoxiao in the face, and yelled at the top of his lungs:

"I filmed it! You intentionally injured someone in the street! You can't get away with this! Hundreds of thousands of people saw it!"

Su Xiaoxiao stood still, her chest rising and falling slightly.

She turned her head sharply, her piercing gaze like a steel knife scraping bone into the goatee's face.

The goatee felt a chill run down his spine from her gaze, and his wrist jerked violently.

"Snap—clang!!"

The aluminum alloy selfie stick was kicked into a twisted right angle on the spot!

The phone and ring light flew out of his hand instantly, arcing through the air before crashing heavily against the wall. The screen shattered into a spiderweb of fragments, and parts were scattered all over the floor!

"Ouch, my phone!!"

Goatbeard cried out in pain, but before he could bend down to pick it up, Su Xiaoxiao had already stepped in front of him, grabbed his collar, and lifted him up.

Su Xiaoxiao's eyes reddened, and her voice trembled: "Using a broken phone as a weapon, huh?!"

"You threw rotten eggs at people, why didn't you film it?! Is your so-called justice just bullying an old lady?!"

The two remaining male anchors were terrified, their faces ashen. They could barely hold their phones and shrank back, with no one daring to step forward and help them up.

Standing behind, Aunt Wang watched as Su Xiaoxiao's eyes reddened, feeling both moved and frightened.

The old lady quickly ran up with her bound feet, grabbed Su Xiaoxiao's sleeve, and tears streamed down her face:

"Xiaoxiao! Stop hitting her! Daughter, stop hitting her! It's not worth getting yourself killed for these scumbags! What if they try to extort money from you later!"

Meanwhile, the young man in the windbreaker lying in the snow, clutching his nose and covered in blood, struggled to get halfway up from the ground.

The intense pain and the shame of being publicly humiliated caused him to completely lose his mind.

He groped around, grabbed a broken red brick that was piled up by the roadside and used to cushion car tires, stood up unsteadily, and with a ferocious expression, slammed it down on Su Xiaoxiao's head from behind:

"You bitch! I'll kill you!!"

Grandma Wang stared wide-eyed in terror and yelled at the top of her lungs, "Little one behind!!!"

Su Xiaoxiao turned around abruptly, her pupils shrinking sharply.

Just as that muddy red brick was only half a foot away from Su Xiaoxiao's forehead—

"call--!"

The tightly closed door of the Lin family shop was suddenly slammed open!

A cold wind is blowing in from behind.

A tall, dark-skinned figure suddenly appeared between Su Xiaoxiao and the young man in the windbreaker!

*Smack!*

A crisp, dull, hard sound.

The heavy red brick that came crashing down with a whooshing sound was actually caught firmly in Lin Fan's hand!

The young man in the windbreaker tried his best to strike, but it felt like he had hit a piece of iron!

The immense force of the recoil surged back up his arm, causing the bones in his entire arm to crack and ache.

The young man was instantly stunned.

Before the shock on his face could completely disappear...

Lin Fan casually tossed it over his shoulder.

The brick grazed past the young man in the windbreaker's ear and smashed into a large crater in a dilapidated mud wall across the alley with a loud bang, sending debris flying everywhere.

The young man in the windbreaker was so frightened that his legs went weak, and he collapsed into the snow water with a "plop." It was as if all the blood in his body had been drained in that instant, and even the bloodstains on his face could not cover up his deathly pale complexion.

Lin Fan didn't look at the young man on the ground.

He turned around and his gaze fell on Su Xiaoxiao.

"Are you hurt?" Lin Fan's voice was low, revealing no emotion.

Su Xiaoxiao stood there, her two red eyes fixed on Lin Fan, her breath catching in her throat.

"Lin...Brother Lin?!"

She sniffed, her nose stinging, hid her blood-stained hands behind her back, and stubbornly shook her head.

"I'm...I'm not hurt, Brother Lin, it's just...they went too far..."