A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

Fang Yangjie was extremely aggrieved, covering his head and shouting to the onlookers, "I didn't hit him! I didn't touch him at all! He's the one who scratched my car!"

"Son! Son! Who hit you? Who hit you!" A woman in her forties suddenly squeezed out from the crowd and hugged the little boy tightly.

"He hit me! Waaah... Mom, he hit me!" The little boy pointed directly at Fang Yangjie.

"Hey! You son of a bitch, what right do you have to hit my son?" The woman put one hand on her hip and almost poked Fang Yangjie's nose with the other, her aura as fierce as a tigress coming down from the mountain.

Fang Yangjie was clearly a little scared, and stammered, "I didn't hit him, he... he scratched my car!"

The woman abruptly turned to her son and asked, "Did you scratch his car?"

"Mom, I didn't! He's framing me!" The little boy looked pitiful, tears streaming down his face.

Men are all heartless, but sons are the apple of one's eye.

The woman naturally believed her son, and immediately turned her gun on Fang Yangjie, unleashing a torrent of abuse that shook the heavens and the earth.

"You damned bastard, you're so big and strong, yet you bully a kid? Aren't you ashamed? I'm ashamed for you! Your father should have smeared you on a wall back then, so you wouldn't be embarrassing yourself like this now!"

"Who are you cursing?!" Fang Yangjie had never seen anything like this before and looked around for help. But Gu Feng and Su Man'er sat there calmly, enjoying the spectacle with the crowd of onlookers.

"I'll curse you! I'll curse you, you bastard who has your ass on your face!" The woman's finger almost touched his forehead.

Fang Yangjie lost his temper. It was utterly beneath him to argue with a shrew. But he couldn't hold back any longer: "I'm not a lowly bastard! You are! Someone like you, I wouldn't take you even if you offered me money and rice!"

The woman laughed in anger, and retorted sharply, "You skinny monkey, all you do is spout nonsense and lecherousness, what good are you? You're useless as a person, and a bird is useless as a person. Even if a woman were lying right in front of you, you'd still be utterly worthless—completely useless!"

That's some serious sarcasm; even the onlookers got dragged into it. But seeing how fierce she was, who would want to get burned? Everyone kept their mouths shut and watched the two argue quietly.

Fang Yangjie's face flushed red. He hated it most when people brought that up—he just lasted a little longer, not that he was useless! He yelled at the top of his lungs, "How am I useless? How am I useless?!"

The woman, hands on her hips, shouted even louder: "If you're really that useful, then come at me!"

Fang Yangjie spat on the ground: "Pah! Look at your body, you're like a gas cylinder! Everyone else walks in an arc, you walk in a straight line! And those two expired boobs of yours, why are they sticking up so high? Luckily it's not during your breastfeeding period, otherwise they would have gone bad long ago, and who knows, Chenguang Company might even want you to be their yogurt spokesperson!"

Yogurt? And a spokesperson? That's some seriously crazy imagination!

The woman completely lost it: "You son of a bitch, you're the one who's a yogurt spokesperson! You son of a bitch, you're the one who's a yogurt spokesperson! Your whole family are yogurt spokespeople! Your father is chocolate, your mother is yogurt, chocolate dipped in yogurt every day!"

Everyone stared in disbelief at the woman; chocolate dipped in yogurt—it was incredible!

Fang Yangjie knew that persuasion wouldn't work, and a hardline approach was probably the only way out. He raised his fist and said, "You believe I'll beat you up!"

"Who dares to hit my wife?" A furious roar exploded from outside the crowd, leaving a bloody path like a booming bell. Everyone looked up in unison, only to see a burly, bearded man push his way through the crowd. Now things were getting interesting, the drama was getting even more interesting, and everyone waited with glee.

When Fang Yangjie saw that the woman's husband had arrived, followed by several other people, her face turned even paler, but she still forced herself to stand still.

"Are you the one who wants to beat up my wife?" The burly man menacingly approached.

"Husband, husband, it's him! He's the one who tried to hit me!" The woman immediately pointed at Fang Yangjie and screamed.

The little boy joined in the commotion: "Dad! Dad! He just hit me!"

"You son of a bitch! You bully women and children, do you even deserve to be called a man?" The burly man suddenly stepped in front of Fang Yangjie, his eyes wide with anger.

Kill him! Kill him! Kill this scum!

Everyone silently cried out in their hearts, and Su Man'er was naturally among them.

"You, you mustn't do anything rash! I, I know someone in the police station!" Fang Yangjie frantically pulled out his phone, trying to call for backup.

The burly man became even angrier upon hearing this, and without saying a word, he swung a punch, hitting him squarely in the eye socket.

Fang Yangjie's vision went black, and he covered his face and squatted down. The big man didn't care about anything else and kicked him hard while he was squatting on the ground.

"Serves him right! He absolutely deserves it! People like that deserve to be dealt with!"

Seeing Fang Yangjie crying and screaming after being beaten, Su Man'er finally felt a little better.

"Hehe, sis, are you feeling a bit calmer?" Gu Feng asked with a smile.

"It's lessened a bit, but not completely." Su Man'er looked at Gu Feng's expression and suddenly seemed to realize something. "Gu Feng, you..."

"Shh. Watch the show, watch the show, the best is yet to come." Gu Feng put his finger to his lips.

Fang Yangjie was still being brutally beaten by the burly man. The crowd of onlookers was packed in, but not a single person intervened or even uttered a word of advice.

Perhaps everyone thinks that such a scumbag who is rich but heartless and bullies women and children deserves to be beaten to death.

By the time a police officer led several security guards through the crowd, Fang Yangjie had already been beaten black and blue, his head bleeding profusely. The burly man who had assaulted him had long since disappeared with his wife and children.

"What are you police officers doing? You're only arriving now, I was almost beaten to death!" Fang Yangjie started cursing as soon as he saw the police.

"He's not dead yet, is he?" one of the security guards muttered under his breath.

"What did you say?!" Fang Yangjie roared.

"Uh, comrade, what just happened? How did you get beaten up?" The policeman who came was Captain Zhao, who was in charge of security on Portland Street.

"Just now..." Fang Yangjie was about to add fuel to the fire, making himself sound as innocent and justified.

"Huh? Whose car is this?" Captain Zhao suddenly asked, pointing to the car behind him.

"My bad! Officers, look! My brand new car, worth over 200,000 yuan, has been scratched after driving less than 100 kilometers! You police officers are so useless, letting someone commit a crime in the street!" Fang Yangjie pointed to the deep scratch, his heart aching.

"Excuse me, sir, if your car has been scratched, you should contact your insurance company, not the police," Officer Zhao said expressionlessly. Then, pointing at the man's car, he added, "Your car is illegally parked. I'll have the traffic police come and handle it later."

"Huh?" Fang Yangjie was stunned.

"Don't worry, one thing at a time. I'll handle this matter first," Captain Zhao said, preparing to take his statement. But when his gaze inadvertently swept through the half-open car window to the seat, his expression suddenly darkened, and he shouted at Fang Yangjie in an almost stern tone, "Open the car door!"

"Why are you opening it? This is my car, my personal property! You have no right to look at it! Also, I'm going to complain about your work attitude!" Fang Yangjie snorted irritably and took out his phone to dial a number.

Unexpectedly, Captain Zhao lunged forward, twisted his arm behind his back, and pinned him firmly against the car: "Now, I suspect you have contraband in your car. Don't you have the right to inspect it?"

"What are you doing! Let me go! You wait, I'll make you regret this... Ah!! It hurts so much!" Fang Yangjie screamed like a pig being slaughtered. Captain Zhao tightened his grip, lifting Fang Yangjie's twisted arm up another half inch. Fang Yangjie let out a miserable howl and immediately fell silent.

"Search him!" Team Leader Zhao pulled the car keys from his person and tossed them to one of his team members. The group immediately surrounded the car and began searching it.

Fang Yangjie chuckled coldly: "Hmph, hmph, if you don't find anything, see how I deal with you..."

Before he could finish speaking, a security guard shouted, "Captain, we've found something!" Immediately, the guard walked quickly to Captain Zhao, clutching a packet of white powder.

Team Leader Zhao freed one hand to take it, sniffed it, weighed it in his hand, and then held it up to Fang Yangjie's face: "Sir, could you please tell me what this is?"

Fang Yangjie stared at the packet of powder, the image of the strange child from earlier flashing through his mind. His head buzzed, his face turned deathly pale, and he screamed at the top of his lungs, "No! This powder isn't mine! It's not mine! I've been framed! Someone tricked me!"

"I just asked you what this is, and you immediately insisted it's heroin. Isn't that an admission of guilt? Now, please come with me!" After saying that, Captain Zhao took out handcuffs and was about to cuff him and take him back.

Suddenly, the food stall owner ran over, shouting urgently, "Officer! Officer!"

"What is it? Are you trying to obstruct law enforcement?" Captain Zhao stared at him with a dark look. The food stall owner felt a chill and hurriedly shook his head and waved his hands, "No, no! But... before you take this person away, could you please let him settle his bill first?"

"Check out? What check out? I didn't eat anything!" Fang Yangjie shouted.

"But your two friends who were with you, they ate, didn't they?" the food stall owner said.

Fang Yangjie glanced at the table where Gu Feng and Su Man'er were sitting and realized that the table had been empty for some time.

Being framed for drug possession was already frustrating enough, but now he had to pay the price for someone else's actions. He was absolutely furious and yelled at the food stall owner, "What friends! I don't know them!"

"Hmph." The food stall owner sneered, "I clearly saw you talking to those two just now, and you were even sitting next to them."

"I..." Fang Yangjie was speechless.

"Stop arguing and pay the bill now! Otherwise, I'll sue you again!" Captain Zhao shouted at him.

As Fang Yangjie shakily pulled out his wallet, he felt utterly wronged: What had he done to deserve this tonight? "How much?"

"Two thousand one hundred and eighty, with a 10% discount." The food stall owner said matter-of-factly.

"What?! Just that little bit of beef noodles and fried rice, and they're charging me over 2,100?" Fang Yangjie's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. He turned and shouted at Captain Zhao, "Officer, look! Look! They're running a shady business!"

"Hey, boss, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. There's only a little beef noodles and fried rice on your table, but your two friends have packed more than a dozen dishes, eight bottles of red wine, and five packs of Five Leaf God."

"Damn it! Those two scumbags, they treated me like a sucker to be fleeced!" Fang Yangjie was on the verge of tears.

"Why are you babbling on and on? You have to pay for what you've eaten, so hurry up and pay the bill!" Zhao shouted again, acting like an accomplice to a tyrant.

Fang Yangjie's injustice is even greater than that of Dou E's mother...