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

Lin Fan looked at the clump of egg liquid on her shoulder, then glanced at her hand hidden behind her back, his expression calm.

"Well played."

Su Xiaoxiao suddenly raised her head, her two reddened eyes filled with astonishment and shock.

From the first day she arrived at the Lin family shop as an assistant and cashier, in her eyes, Lin Fan had always been a gentle, even somewhat taciturn, man.

No matter how difficult the customers or how outrageous the online rumors, Lin Fan always maintained a calm and composed demeanor, calmly cooking in the kitchen and rarely uttering a harsh word to anyone.

Su Xiaoxiao was even a little nervous when she made the move, fearing that her outburst of temper and hitting someone on the street would bring Lin Fan even bigger lawsuits and troubles.

But to her utter surprise, Lin Fan not only showed no blame, but also showed no hesitation whatsoever.

Lin Fan looked at the bloodstains on her knuckles and smiled. "If it were me, I would have hit you harder!"

Lin Fan took out a pack of tissues from his jacket pocket, pulled out two, and handed them over: "Wipe yourself off first."

Upon hearing this, Su Xiaoxiao's tense body suddenly relaxed, her nose stung, and tears almost welled up in her eyes again.

Grandma Wang, who was standing nearby, recovered from her shock and grabbed Su Xiaoxiao's arm, tears streaming down her face.

"Boss Lin... this girl was protecting me! If Xiaoxiao hadn't rushed over, my face would have been smashed to pieces today!"

"Auntie, it's alright now."

Lin Fan reached out and took the old iron pot that Aunt Wang was clutching tightly from her hand, and said gently, "Please go inside and sit for a while with Xiaoxiao. It's cold outside, don't stand in the wind."

"Oh! Good! Boss Lin, you'd better be careful, these people are no good..." Aunt Wang wiped away her tears and walked into the shop with Xiao Xiao's help.

Lin Fan casually placed the empty iron pot in his hand on the steps next to the shop door.

He closed the door, turned around, and glanced at the crowd gathered around him.

"I'm the owner of this shop. Do you have anything to say before the police arrive?"

Perhaps because of what had just happened, not a single person in the surrounding crowd spoke, their previous arrogance clearly gone.

Several self-media bloggers, holding gimbal stands in their hands, hunched over and looked at each other in bewilderment.

The fierce power of Su Xiaoxiao's series of punches hadn't subsided, and the image of Lin Fan smashing a large crater into the wall with his backhand was still ringing in their minds.

The young man in the down jacket, his hands covered in blood and his nose broken, was still lying on the ground, curled up in the snow and mud, gasping for breath.

The morning wind, which was below -10 degrees Celsius, howled through the old cobblestone alley, and even the few pale fill lights swayed slightly in the wind.

Five or six seconds passed.

The goatee-bearded male anchor standing at the base of the wall glanced out of the corner of his eye at the small spare action camera mounted on his chest.

The number of online viewers in the upper right corner of the screen is approaching 50,000.

Tens of thousands of people are watching!

The screen was filled with comments asking about the battle situation!

If he completely backs down in front of this young restaurant owner today, his image will be completely ruined! He won't even be able to get a taste of success in the social media world anymore!

Driven by the massive traffic and profits, the goatee's fear was forcibly suppressed by a nameless rage.

He took half a step forward, puffed out his chest, pointed at Lin Fan's nose, and questioned him in a shrill voice:

"Who do you think you are?! Huh?! Who do you think you are, running a shop?!"

The man with the goatee turned his face to the camera and shouted in a hoarse voice:

"Running a shady business selling exorbitantly priced breakfasts, and then beating someone bloodied after just a couple of questions! Do you think you can run rampant in Jiangcheng just because you have connections, killing people in the street to cover your tracks?!"

Seeing that someone was taking the lead, the female anchor in the red down jacket next to him became bolder and quickly pushed her phone camera towards Lin Fan's face:

"Yes! Everyone filmed it! Tens of thousands of viewers in our live stream were watching!"

"Your store's employee committed a violent act in the street, and you, as the owner, came out and kicked the customer two meters away!"

The female news anchor's shrill voice carried far through the alleyway in the early morning: "In broad daylight, in a society governed by law!"

"Dapeng was detained for four hours simply because he questioned the prices of goods!"

"Now you've publicly ripped off a customer's bones. If you don't apologize and compensate for the losses in front of netizens nationwide today, your store can forget about staying in business!"

Lin Fan raised his finger and pointed to the spot above the shop's main entrance, under the vermilion carved eaves, where two faint red lights were shining.

"Look there." Lin Fan's voice was neither loud nor soft, and his tone was so calm that there was not a trace of anger.

The goatee and the red-clad female anchor paused for a moment, then subconsciously looked up in the direction Lin Fan was pointing.

Beneath the wooden beams on either side of the shop's entrance, two spherical black high-definition surveillance cameras are neatly embedded, with two red indicator lights flashing at a steady pace.

"The shop is equipped with a 4,000-resolution panoramic infrared night vision camera."

Lin Fan looked at the goatee, his voice surprisingly calm:

"Everything from when you were in this alley this morning until what just happened has been recorded."

Lin Fan paused, his eyes as cold as knives:

"Who struck first, who threw the filth, who used a weapon to commit intentional harm—every single moment, along with the audio, was recorded on the hard drive without missing a second."

Upon hearing this, the arrogant expression on the goatee's face froze.

The red-clad female anchor's hand holding the selfie stick trembled violently.

They've been making short videos for years, and they know best the destructive power of surveillance footage.

Self-media outlets often manage to distort the truth by "taking things out of context" and "editing from a first-person perspective."

Simply cut out the scenes of Su Xiaoxiao punching someone and Lin Fan kicking the young man away, add the victim's crying voice, and you can stir up public opinion to the sky.

But once the complete panoramic surveillance footage with the timeline is brought up, it becomes clear who provoked first and who used the brick to inflict serious damage, rendering the "victim-victim" argument useless on the spot!

Upon hearing these words, the young man in the windbreaker on the ground groaned much less, and he shrank further into the snowdrift in fright.

His Adam's apple bobbed, cold sweat trickled down his forehead, but seeing the number of viewers in the live stream still rising, he gritted his teeth, clinging desperately to this last straw:

"You...you're trying to scare us with these security cameras! The authorities will handle the physical altercation! That's one thing at a time!"

The goatee spun the selfie stick sharply and, steeling himself, raised his voice again: