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Beside the supermarket snack shelf, a familiar-looking man was blocking a mother and daughter, his attitude was rude, his face was ferocious, and he exuded an unreasonable and domineering aura.

Jiang Zhiyu: ?

This man is the same one who pushed over the liquor shelf and fled a few months ago at the convenience store in the entertainment industrial park.

Jiang Zhiyu looked down at the bottled water in front of him, then looked up at the man, a hint of doubt in his eyes: Is this person an NPC that appears regularly when you buy water?

The little girl who was yelled at by the man looked to be only five or six years old. She had her hair tied in neat little braids and was now terrified, hiding tightly behind her mother. Her little hands were tightly gripping the hem of her mother's clothes, her eyes were red, and she was too timid to look up. Her body was still trembling slightly.

The young mother held her child tightly behind her, her face filled with helplessness and anxiety, repeatedly apologizing to the man: "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, my child wasn't watching where he was going and accidentally bumped into you. I'm really sorry, please don't be angry."

The man's goal was clearly not to receive two worthless apologies; he frowned, looking determined not to give up.

He raised his hand and tugged at the collar of his shirt, pointing to a barely perceptible crease on the side of the fabric. His tone was extremely arrogant: "Is an 'sorry' all you're going to say? Do you know how much this shirt cost? Your daughter just grabbed me and tore the fabric!"

The mother paused for a moment, then subconsciously looked at his clothes. The so-called tear was insignificant, not even a scratch.

Suppressing her temper, she tried to negotiate gently: "Brother, this can be smoothed out, it's not damaged... How about I compensate you for the tea?"

"Pay for the tea? You think you can fob me off like a beggar?" The man's voice rose instantly, his expression becoming increasingly greedy and malicious. "This is a custom-made haute couture piece from overseas. Did you see this luxury brand logo? It's handmade fabric, an authentic product from a boutique. The whole garment is worth 50,000! You have to pay me 50,000 today, not a penny less! Otherwise, you're not leaving. I'm calling the police!"

The young mother's face turned pale instantly, her voice trembling: "Fifty thousand? How could it be so expensive! This is just an ordinary shirt, not some haute couture piece at all. You're deliberately trying to scam me!"

"I'm trying to extort you?" The man raised an eyebrow, his arrogance growing even stronger. He deliberately straightened his posture, exerting an overbearing pressure. "Do you even know anything about fashion? Do you understand haute couture fabrics? Ordinary people never even see this kind of style! I'm telling you now, if I don't pay you, you and your daughter won't be leaving this supermarket today!"

The surrounding customers whispered amongst themselves, but no one dared to step forward and interfere.

This man looked arrogant and unreasonable, and everyone was afraid of getting into trouble, so they could only watch this scene silently.

"Call the police." A soft voice from nearby immediately drew everyone's attention.

Jiang Zhiyu, holding a bottle of water, walked slowly closer with a calm expression: "Your dress is a fake. There's only one authentic one, and it's impossible for it to be with you. The stitching is rough, the fabric pills, it's a typical counterfeit. Your so-called 50,000 yuan haute couture is pure lying and extortion."

He looked at the man who was frozen in place, his eyes flashing with impatience, and repeated, "Go ahead and call the police, see who they take away when they come."

The man's arrogance immediately subsided. He looked around nervously, then glared fiercely at Jiang Zhiyu: "Who are you? What's it to you?"

Jiang Zhiyu didn't want to get entangled with him any longer, so he simply pulled his mask down a little and said bluntly, "Two months ago, red wine, 30,000. Either pay me back, or get lost."

Upon hearing this, the man's expression changed drastically. After all, he had spent several days in jail for this matter, and it left a deep impression on him.

He was completely speechless, his face changing color repeatedly until it turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

He glared at Jiang Zhiyu with resentment, his voice filled with accusation: "Why is it always you who ruins my plans? You did it on purpose, didn't you?"

Jiang Zhiyu didn't reply, but just looked at him calmly until the man gradually shrank back, then he nodded slightly: "Yes."

The man's eyes widened in disbelief, as if he hadn't expected that the other party would so easily accept his casual complaint.

He immediately turned red with anger, muttered a curse under his breath, turned around and rushed out of the supermarket, fleeing in panic.

Everyone in the supermarket breathed a sigh of relief as they watched the man flee in panic.

The young mother quickly led her child forward, repeatedly thanking Jiang Zhiyu with gratitude: "Thank you so much! We really owe you a lot today; otherwise, I really wouldn't know what to do!"

The little girl gradually calmed down, hid behind her mother, and whispered to Jiang Zhiyu, "Thank you, brother."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded slightly, his tone softening, and shook his head gently: "It's nothing, no need to be so polite."

The mother nodded repeatedly, thanked them again and again, and then quickly left the supermarket with her child.

Jiang Zhiyu returned to the shelf, picked out the bottles of water he had chosen, and went to the cashier to pay.

Because his hat brim was pulled low and his mask had been pulled back up, no one at the scene recognized him, whether it was "River" or "trainee Jiang Zhiyu".

The man in the floral shirt who had just fled in disarray hadn't gone far.

He ran a hundred meters away from the supermarket, then turned into a secluded, deserted alleyway. After confirming that no one was around, he stopped and his face darkened.

He took out his phone, his fingers flying across the screen, and dialed a number with an extremely simple contact name.

The moment the call connected, the arrogance and hostility on his face vanished instantly, his tone became respectful and cautious, and he bowed and scraped, completely changing his demeanor.

"Hey, boss."

A deep, husky male voice came from the other end of the phone: "What's wrong? Did you mess things up?"

The man quickly bowed his head and reported, his tone tinged with apprehension and apprehension: "It wasn't the boss. I was just scouting out the supermarket here, preparing to do my job normally, when... I unexpectedly ran into him."

A single sentence instantly silenced the tension on the other end of the phone.

After a two-second silence, a deep male voice rang out again, carrying a hint of dangerous coldness: "Oh? What a coincidence?"

"Yes," the man responded, then chuckled softly, "His condition today is very similar to when we first met him a few years ago."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a laugh, but with a sinister undertone: "But we're not the same people we were a few years ago."

Then, the person on the other end of the phone calmly gave instructions, their tone seemingly composed but carrying an undeniable sense of pressure: "Follow him and find out his address."

The man immediately replied, "Understood, boss! I'll follow right away!"

After hanging up the phone, the man looked up, the respect in his eyes completely gone, leaving only sinister intent and calculation.

He looked up and stared in the direction Jiang Zhiyu had left from the supermarket entrance, his gaze fixed on that figure. He lowered his pace and quietly followed him from a distance.