All the heavens begin with the love in the courtyard.

Master Huang glanced at Han Chunming, then gestured to a middle-aged man next to him to pour tea.

The middle-aged man's lips twitched, and he silently went outside to pour tea.

Han Chunming thought for a moment and then called out to the middle-aged man's back.

"Never mind, I'd rather not have tea. I suddenly want a soda, and I want it iced!"

Han Chunming's words made the middle-aged man pause, tremble slightly, clearly furious. He glanced back at Master Huang, who nodded, and the middle-aged man then fell silent and walked outside.

After the middle-aged man's figure disappeared, Han Chunming came to his senses and smiled as he spoke to Master Huang.

"Fifth Master, if you missed me, you could have just sent someone to let me know. Why did you have someone follow me? And you moved away without any reason, without even telling me. I had to search for you for ages. This really annoyed me, and if I'm annoyed, the consequences will be severe."

Master Huang frowned slightly. He looked at Han Chunming again, clearly weighing the pros and cons.

He still couldn't see through this young man. A person's eyes can see most details by looking at the other person's eyes, but the young man's eyes were always calm as still water, without tension, panic or fear, so he dared not make any rash moves.

However, even a clay figure has a temper when pushed to this point by a junior, let alone the famous Master Huang.

Besides, everyone here is one of his own, the elite he has trained over the years. Although Master Huang can't see through this young man, he is not without confidence in himself.

So, Master Huang's tone was no longer as submissive as it had been yesterday, but rather calm and even.

"Young man, it wasn't my arrangement to follow you. It was just a few of my underlings who acted on their own. How about we let this go for the sake of this old man?"

Han Chunming was amused by the old man. He had thought the old man had good judgment, but it seemed that he was just old and blind, and had only a reputation.

A slight smile appeared on Han Chunming's lips, his face still beaming, as he asked Old Man Huang in a somewhat sarcastic tone.

"Hey, wait a minute, what did you just say? You said you'd give me face? Old man, are we that close? How much face are you worth? I told you, I'm very unhappy, didn't you understand?"

Han Chunming's words were like pouring oil on a fire, instantly heating up the atmosphere in the room. Before Old Man Huang could even respond, several middle-aged men rushed out and shouted at Han Chunming in unison.

"Shut up!"

Han Chunming was taken aback by the unanimous rebuke from the three middle-aged men. He wasn't angry, but a smile immediately appeared on his lips again.

Standing at the door, a middle-aged man with a bruised and swollen face twitched at the sight of Han Chunming's smile. He wanted to signal to his godfather with his eyes, but ultimately held back. He was also very uneasy, unsure whether his godfather could handle the young man in front of him.

The middle-aged man recalled the scene when he had faced this young man. He was preparing to teach the other a lesson, and his hand had just reached for his waist. But before he could even touch the knife, his hand was grabbed by the other man's outstretched hand.

At the time, the young man had a friendly expression on his face, shaking his hand while saying polite things like "I've long admired your name." But the strength in his hand gradually increased, and the thought of that strength still makes his teeth chatter.

Finally, he tried to struggle a little, but was immediately punched hard in the face by the other party. In less than a minute, the middle-aged man was completely subdued. He was afraid that the young man would go crazy and beat him to death with his fists. The pain of each punch hitting flesh was more painful than being cut by a razor blade. The middle-aged man couldn't understand what was going on.

Seeing Han Chunming's smile, Master Huang tensed up slightly, his fingers trembling slightly on the chair. He didn't know why, but he felt that if he didn't make a move now, he would never have another chance.

The atmosphere between the two sides is escalating; clearly, both sides want a real showdown, and it's about to erupt into conflict.

Just then, a middle-aged man walked in through the door; he was the one who had gone to buy soda.

He held two bottles of orange soda in his hand, his face grim. He walked up to Han Chunming, placed the two bottles directly on the table in front of him, and then turned back behind Master Huang.

He didn't know what had just happened, but Master Huang had told him yesterday not to offend the young man for the time being and to act according to circumstances.

So the middle-aged man endured the humiliation and still went to the convenience store across the street to buy Han Chunming a soft drink.

Upon seeing the soda, Han Chunming's anger, which had just surged within him, vanished instantly.

I don't know when it started, but when I encounter something that can't be reasoned with, I feel like I have to take action to solve it.

This idea is very bad. Violence makes people restless and degenerate!

Han Chunming grabbed a bottle of soda, which was still ice-cold, just what he wanted. He immediately tore open the cap and gulped down the whole bottle. The ice-cold soda was so refreshing. One bottle wasn't enough, so Han Chunming tore open another bottle and gulped it down in one go.

After downing two bottles of soda, Han Chunming let out a long burp.

After traveling for three hours, Han Chunming was indeed very thirsty. He didn't know why, but drinking soda in the 1970s felt more refreshing than drinking it in later years. Perhaps it was because his body rarely drank such things, and there was some kind of craving inside him.

After drinking two bottles of soda, Han Chunming's anger subsided considerably.

Han Chunming's amazing skill of opening a bottle cap with his bare hands was met with scorn by the others in the room, who thought he was deliberately showing off in front of them.

Adding to the fact that the group had just told Han Chunming to shut up, but Han Chunming didn't get angry, they became even more convinced that Han Chunming was just bluffing. Now, their attitude towards Han Chunming became even more arrogant.

Master Huang still squinted at Han Chunming, seemingly lost in thought.

After Han Chunming burped, he was about to continue his conversation with the others when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his stomach. Then, his stomach churned violently. His heart sank; he was doomed. The two bottles of iced soda had triggered this stomach upset. He'd really messed up his act.

It seems I need to go to the outhouse. Han Chunming felt that it wouldn't be good to stop halfway through. It would be embarrassing if he said he needed to use the restroom first.

But this matter must be resolved today. Han Chunming looked up and saw the expressions on the faces of the people in the room, and immediately understood.

Han Chunming instinctively clutched his stomach, feeling the surging waves inside. Damn it, he was still just a mortal after all. Oh well, he'd better intimidate them first.

Han Chunming then picked up an empty soda bottle from the table, crushed it hard, and the bottle shattered instantly, with glass fragments falling to the ground.

This scene startled the people around, even Master Huang Wu's eyebrows twitched, and then his eyes were fixed on the remaining half of the glass bottle in Han Chunming's hand.

Han Chunming smiled, opened his hand, revealing a few pieces of broken glass, but his palm was completely unharmed. This sight shocked everyone present; such a feat was something an ordinary person could never accomplish.

But what shocked them was yet to come; the real show was just beginning. Han Chunming smiled at them, then clenched his fist again, the broken glass gripping his palm tightly. With a forceful pull, a piercing screech of glass colliding echoed from his hand, a sound that caused everyone in the room to change color drastically.

Even Master Huang Qi suddenly stood up, his body ramrod straight, staring blankly at Han Chunming's palm.

Master Huang was also stunned by this scene. He wanted to see clearly whether the young man in front of him was performing magic tricks or could really crush glass with his bare hands. If it wasn't magic tricks, then this scene was too shocking!

As Han Chunming chatted and laughed, he rubbed his palms together. A few seconds later, he slowly opened his palms again. On his palms, a clump of white glass powder looked as if it had been crushed by a pebble.

This move left everyone in the room speechless. Even Master Huang stood ramrod straight, his body stiff. At that moment, all he could say was, "..."

"There are always people more capable than you, and there's always something beyond your understanding! Truly an extraordinary person!"

When the other middle-aged men saw this scene, and looked at Han Chunming's smile again, they felt a chill run down their spines. Was this guy even human?

Han Chunming was definitely human, and a normal human who ate grains and cereals. He had already finished his act, and he really couldn't hold back anymore. He took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to fart. He didn't dare to bet that what came out was a fart or something else. If it was something else, all his acting would have been for nothing.

However, if you're going to put on a show, you have to go all the way. Han Chunming slowly sprinkled the white powder on the ground, clapped his hands to clean off the dust, and then took another deep breath before speaking to Master Huang.

"Old man, your apprentice is quite sensible. If it weren't for those two bottles of soda, I'd be testing how tough your old bones are. Enough is enough. This is your last warning. If I catch you again, you'll all be in the underworld with your ancestors. We're not on the same wavelength. Don't be so narrow-minded. To me, you scum are nothing but chickens and dogs. As for me back then... well, let's not dwell on that. That's it. I have some things to attend to today, so I'll be leaving now. Farewell!"

After saying that, Han Chunming ignored everyone's expressions, took a step and walked towards the door, clenching his buttocks and quickly running out the door.

Han Chunming came and went in a hurry, leaving the people in the room even more confused. Only Huang Wuye, watching Han Chunming's actions, felt a strange sense of relief and finally breathed a sigh of relief. Just as the young man said, he was grateful for the two bottles of soda!

A full minute after Han Chunming left, a middle-aged man, unable to contain his curiosity, walked toward where Han Chunming had just been. He bent down, felt the powder on the ground with his hand, and then picked up a few pieces of broken glass and pressed them against his hand.

The others also saw the middle-aged man's actions, and they were now starting to wonder if Han Chunming was performing magic.

The middle-aged man who had just bought soda also stepped forward, picked up the glass bottle on the table, looked it over, and tried to squeeze it with his hand, but it wouldn't budge. Several other middle-aged men nearby exchanged glances at this scene, their shock still lingering.

Only Master Huang, with a somber face, slowly stood up, looked in the direction of the door, and remained silent. After a long while, he finally sighed deeply and said...

"Don't provoke this young man again. He's not one of us. He's a truly extraordinary person, far beyond the reach of those of us who follow minor paths. Taking our lives is as easy as a thought for him!"

After finishing speaking, Master Huang turned around and glanced at the glass bottle in the middle-aged man's hand, and once again felt a sense of relief!

When Han Chunming returned to the courtyard, it was already 10 p.m. He clutched his stomach, which had been congested twice, and cursed under his breath. His body was still too weak. It seemed he needed to find time to exercise. His stomach was dry, and the cold food had caused him to react immediately. He had almost made a fool of himself today.

The old man should indeed be thankful; if he hadn't suddenly had this stomach reaction, he really would have been prepared to test how hard Old Huang's bones were.

Forget it, let's leave it at that. Three strikes and they won't dare show their faces in front of me again.

Han Chunming hummed a little tune, placed his bicycle by the door, and then pushed the door open to enter.

When Han's mother saw that he was coming home so late, she naturally gave him a good scolding. However, as a mother, she said what needed to be said and made the necessary arrangements.

While lecturing, he brought out the food. Han Chunming washed his hands, smiled, sat down at the table, ate the meal, and then took a shower and went to bed.

Han Chunming originally thought that today's matter was over. Although Old Master Huang's eyesight was failing, he was quite pragmatic, otherwise he wouldn't have moved overnight.

But Han Chunming never expected that fate is so mysterious; some things are truly inexplicable.

After Han Chunming left, Master Huang had already planned to put the matter to rest. He instructed his godsons to end the matter there and that they should keep to themselves from now on. As long as he didn't provoke the young man, the two sides should have no further interaction.

Huang Wuye didn't even need to give any instructions. His godson sons were completely intimidated after witnessing that Han Chunming was not just performing magic tricks, but could actually crush glass into powder with his bare hands.

These people who roam the underworld naturally know who they shouldn't mess with. Clearly, Han Chunming is ranked number one in their minds. This is beyond their understanding of humanity. How could they not be afraid?

However, Master Huang did not expect that this matter would take another unexpected turn.

His exceptionally intelligent daughter, Qi Siqiao, lit up immediately after learning what had happened.

To Qi Siqiao, the ability to crush glass into powder with bare hands was absolutely unscientific; no human could possibly possess that kind of strength and skill. Yet, the fact that the other party could deceive her father's eyes made her somewhat suspicious, and she suddenly became interested in investigating Cheng Jianjun.

When Qi Siqiao was two years old, she was sent to live with Master Huang. From a young age, the two lived together as father and daughter. Qi Siqiao was intelligent from a young age and realized early on that she was not Master Huang's biological daughter.

However, she didn't care about any of this. Although she always called Huang Wuye "old man," she still accepted him as her father in her heart.

Although Master Huang was involved in shady dealings, Qi Siqiao wasn't particularly interested in the business, but she wasn't averse to it either. From a young age, she had used her clever little brain to offer her father many suggestions. In fact, Qi Siqiao played a crucial role in Master Huang's great reputation.

The fact that a young man suddenly appeared and extorted two thousand yuan from his father was already quite amazing, but what was even more unexpected was that this young man would swagger over twice to threaten his father, shocking him. This made Qi Siqiao very interested in this young man.

That's how people are often; once they become interested in certain people and things, it's a warning sign.

There's a saying that curiosity killed the cat.

If it's a female cat, then it's even more dangerous.

If Master Huang knew that Qi Siqiao had developed an interest in Han Chunming, he would stop her no matter what. He would rather risk his own life than let his daughter be in any danger.

In Huang Wuye's opinion, the young man Han Chunming exuded an indescribable strangeness. He had seen countless people in his life, and the number of people he couldn't understand could be counted on one hand, but this kind of incomprehensibility would never exist in a young man.

But now that's exactly what happened, and the shock he received from the other party was deeper each time. For Master Huang, the best way to deal with someone he couldn't understand was to stay away from them. As long as there was no interaction between them, there would naturally be no danger.

Han Chunming also thought that his life had returned to normal.

The next day, Cheng Jianjun found him and wanted to sell him his family's antique incense burner. He asked for thirty yuan. Han Chunming looked at the incense burner, didn't even haggle, and just threw thirty yuan at him. Cheng Jianjun took the money and was stunned for a long time before he came to his senses. Why was this guy suddenly so generous?

Han Chunming's refusal to haggle left Cheng Jianjun feeling empty inside. He looked at Han Chunming with strange eyes, as if he had been taken advantage of. Han Chunming looked at this shameless man and shook his head helplessly.

"Jianjun, can you stop having this illusion that some troublemaker is trying to harm you? Nobody's trying to harm you. I've always considered you a brother since we were kids. We grew up together, playing with mudfish naked together. Would I ever harm you?"

Cheng Jianjun was touched by Han Chunming's words and smiled, saying he understood. He then turned around, took the money and his savings, and prepared to buy a bicycle.

On the way, Cheng Jianjun snorted and thought to himself, "Han Chunming is definitely up to no good. He's trying to play the emotional card with me and lull me into a false sense of security. No way!"

Han Chunming didn't think that much about it. He just felt that Cheng Jianjun had lived a very tiring life, always trying to outdo him. Sometimes he thought it was ridiculous. What did Cheng Jianjun have to compete with him?

In Han Chunming's current view, Cheng Jianjun's hostility towards him was nothing more than a clever little fellow who would occasionally play pranks to get his attention. It was nice to use him occasionally to spice things up.

In the following days, Han Chunming observed his surroundings on his way to work to see if anyone was still following him. He found nothing, which relieved him. It seemed that Master Huang was quite sensible and knew who not to mess with!

During his time working at the food factory, he continued his routine of going to work and coming home like a lazy bum. He had just started working there and was still a temporary worker, earning only seventeen yuan and fifty cents a month.

For him, this meager salary was just a way to pass the time and put his mother at ease.

After being ignored by Han Chunming for several days, Cai Xiaoli finally came to terms with reality and realized that Han Chunming didn't have those kinds of feelings for her. She was depressed for several days because of this.