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  "Hua Ge" furiously pushed away Wang Jian, who was pulling Ah Ying, and glared at him with a fierce gaze, his eyes filled with a bloodthirsty impulse, exuding an air of pathological frenzy, just like the expression of any spoiled child when enraged.

  It's not his fault that he has a bad temper, after all, in his own eyes, this stage play is already almost successful. Hero mode has just started, and as the hero, he will soon explode in anger and rescue his beloved goddess from a small thug. Then, like in TV dramas, he will grab the goddess's soft little hand and run wildly to the riverbank. Under the goddess' gentle gaze, he will swing his head with its smooth hair, and under the starry sky, with a savior's pose and a bloody face, he will tell the goddess: I! Will always protect you!

  How great! How great!

  But! Who knew that halfway through, a strange old man suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Not only did he dare to pinch the goddess's ear, but the goddess didn't even get angry, instead she was chatting with him enthusiastically.

  That's a goddess! The goddess I've been thinking about day and night! The goddess whose face can only be imagined with closed eyes! So now, the angry boy doesn't care about the sudden appearance of mental illness and what it has to do with the goddess, even if it's his own father, he wants an explanation for his good intentions today.

  "Take me back to school."

  Who is Third Brother? He's been a big shot in the countryside since he was six years old, and by sixteen he could take down eight guys at once and still come out on top! This freak has seen it all, and not just those few small-time hoods - even the cops from the county can't touch him.

  So San Ge didn't even bother to explain, he just greeted Ah Ying and then casually threw the 45 yuan on "Hua Ge"'s face: "And there's an additional 5 yuan for safekeeping fees, I'm a man of principle."

  Ah Ying rubbed the ear that was pinched by Third Brother, and with a smile all over her face, she hid behind the girl who was still scared stiff and had a nose full of snot, whispering: "Hey, this is my Third Brother, the one I always told you about, isn't he handsome?"

  That snot-nosed girl is now scared to death, where she still cares about whether San Ge is handsome or not. Instead, she was so heartlessly teased by Ah Ying that she let out three loud farts and then burst into tears.

  Against the backdrop of crying, the atmosphere between Wang Saner and "Hua Ge" began to become strange. The contrast between San Ge's nonchalance and Hua Ge's burning anger made Hua Ge's fragile self-esteem suddenly feel like it had been hit by a typhoon.

  When a person's self-esteem is severely frustrated, they will either become disheartened or go crazy. This "Hua Ge" is a typical example of the latter type, probably from a family with some power and influence, used to being arrogant and domineering, and can't tolerate Wang Jian's disdainful attitude towards him. So he immediately lost his temper and grabbed San Ye's collar without caring about Wang Jian's superior fighting skills.

  "Get out of here with your father, or I'll make sure you can't leave my territory!"

  Hua Ge sprayed the onion-flavored breath onto San Ye's face, making him feel quite uncomfortable. He slightly turned his head and made a funny face at A Jing.

  A'ying saw San Ye's ghost face and suddenly burst out laughing without any ladylike demeanor, then pointed at San Ye hopping around: "Third brother, third brother, stop messing with him, I think you..."

  I miss you... I miss you... I miss you...

  These three words kept swirling in "Hua Ge"'s mind, and then a goddess and this wretched-looking old man appeared in his mind, posing in various poses on the broken bed of a dirty little inn, even faintly hearing the creaking sound of that broken bed.

  "Me!"

  With a loud roar, "Hua Ge" swung his palm and slapped San Ye's face. The force was so great that even Hua Ge felt like his wrist was about to dislocate. In that instant, Hua Ge seemed to hear the crisp sound of the slap on the person's face in front of him

  Reality is always cruel, and this slap didn't even touch anything. In the blink of an eye, Third Brother simply tilted his head back slightly and effortlessly neutralized the seemingly powerful slap.

  "Little friend, I told you not to be so violent."

  He freed up one hand to pat "Hua Ge"'s head, his eyes without any mockery or ridicule, just a face full of helplessness. On the contrary, this "Hua Ge" had a nosebleed, and after staining the youthful black down on his lips, it made his whole face look especially comical, like Chaplin.

  "Let go, Ah Jing is my sister."

  "What's with you calling me sister! I'm your fiancée, okay?! Third brother... I even carried a child for you, and you said to wait until I grew up and then you'd marry me."

  Originally, San Ye still wanted to resolve the misunderstanding, but Ah Ying, who feared that the world would not be chaotic, suddenly added such a sentence, especially the hypocritical and tearful "I've hit your child" directly led to the intensification of the conflict.

  "Hua Ge" collapsed at that moment, he rushed towards Wang Jian like a madman, attempting to strangle the pervert who had hooked up with his goddess. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't hit San Ye even once, and the distance between them hadn't changed at all.

  The younger brothers next to him were also stunned. Normally, "Hua Ge" was the most mixed among this group of people, and he was ruthless. Following him to fight often made others kneel down and beg for mercy. Most of the people here followed him as younger brothers in order to seek this pleasure.

  But today, that majestic and wise Big Brother Hua was nowhere to be found, replaced by a useless piece of trash who looked even more incompetent than a hairless doll. His fighting stance wasn't even as good as a third-grader's, it's too embarrassing to mention.

  It's not "Hua Ge"'s fault, after all, he's not an expert. Nobody can tell that San Ye is actually quietly neutralizing Hua Ge's strength. It seems like he's just a country bumpkin who's always getting grabbed by the collar and ready to get beaten up, but every time he twists his waist, the rhythm is exactly the same as Hua Ge's attacking rhythm. One move after another, it's not that San Ye can't beat him, now if Hua Ge wasn't holding onto San Ye's collar, he wouldn't even be able to stand steadily.

  At this moment, a loud quacking sound suddenly burst out from that group of little hooligans: "Go on!"

  As soon as the words fell, this group of people suddenly reacted and swarmed up, surrounding San Ye in a tight circle.

  "We'll settle the score with you later."

  Third Master let go of "Hua Ge" who was almost out of strength, pointed to Ah Ying who was secretly laughing beside him, then adjusted his clothes, clenched his fist and coughed: "I advise you to hurry back, take a pipe and sleep peacefully, don't look for trouble with me here."

  These words sound pale, people who have fought in gangs know that there are usually only two kinds of people who dare to say such cruel things. One is when they have enough confidence and are sure the other person won't dare to fight back. The other is when they have a strong backing, if the other person fights back, they'll make sure he can't escape.

  It's clear that the Third Master has no backing, who has ever seen a young master dressed in such tattered clothes wandering around, and actually thought it was an undercover visit? As for taking action, now there is obviously no room for maneuver.

  Looking at the situation in front of him, San Ye knew that today's trouble was probably unavoidable. Ah Ying was a born troublemaker, and he had known this for many years. Even if San Ye wanted to smooth things over, Ah Ying would likely stick her foot in it again and stir up more trouble.

  So, San Ye shook his head helplessly and took a step forward. With a very lazy stretch of his hand, he hadn't even seen his sleeve touch the person before the little rascal closest to him was already pinched by the chin and pulled over. Then "slap slap" were two slaps on the ears.

  Then things went very naturally, about 14 or 15 high school thugs rushed up and wanted to beat Wang San. But many times, they didn't even react how it happened, only to find themselves already lying on the ground, and then their chest was kicked by a foot.

  This kick is not heavy enough to hurt the internal organs, but it's not light either. Every person who gets kicked will see stars, have difficulty breathing, and lie on the ground for half a day without being able to get up, completely losing their combat ability.

  Only one of the little brothers who tried to sneak up from behind and hit San Ye with a steel pipe was knocked on the shoulder by San Ye's elbow, and then another was thrown out four or five meters behind his back, and after rolling several meters on the ground, he finally stopped, with blood all over his face, hands and body, scraped by the sand and stones on the ground.

  The whole fight lasted less than a minute and was over before even the curious onlookers could gather around.

  "Hey kid, got a cigarette?"

  The third master who ended the battle walked up to the only short and small one who had been squatting on the ground from the beginning, patted his shoulder, and stretched out his hand: "Come on."

  His eyes were filled with fear, and he trembled as he took out a pack of unopened Red Tower Mountain cigarettes worth seven dollars from his pocket. However, after struggling for half a day, he couldn't open the packaging due to his severe trembling hands. In the end, he could only hand over the entire pack of cigarettes to San Ye with a fearful expression.

  Third Master grunted, opened the pack of cigarettes, pulled one out and handed the pack back to the short kid. He also helped him adjust his glasses: "Remember, kiddo. Hanging out with these people will get you nowhere. You'd be better off studying hard and becoming a useful person like your brother."

  After finishing, San Ye walked up to Ah Ying with a sullen face, who was excitedly cheering on the meatball sister, and pinched her ear: "Even dared to play with Brother San? Now you're getting bolder."

  "Ouch... Third Brother... Third Brother... it hurts..." Ah Jing pitifully begged for mercy: "Spare me, sir."

  Third brother took out a broken mobile phone from his pocket and looked at it, humming a long "hmm": "It's almost nine o'clock, go back to sleep for me!"

  "Then you have to send me back, I'm going to die on you!"

  A Qiang pouted, looking pitifully at San Ge: "You've been away for so many years and only wrote me two letters. You're not very reliable, do you still consider me your sister?"

  "Get out! Do you think the 30,000 yuan I prepared for you came from heaven? Don't waste my time!"

  "Third brother is fine, let's go... Let these people stay here, anyway that guy's dad will come back to save him later, never mind."

  San Ye responded with a grunt and followed Ah Ying and the chubby girl's footsteps to their school, along the way Ah Ying kept asking Wang Jian about his well-being, sharing all sorts of youthful stories that eventually put San Ye to sleep.

  About ten minutes after they left, a high-end car rushed to the empty space where Wang San fought earlier. A short and stout man with four big gold rings on his hands got out of the car, looking like a winter melon, with oily skin full of pimples.

  "Dad..."

  "Hua Ge" saw him coming, and tears immediately flowed out, while his little brothers also started crying, and even two of them peed their pants, seriously wetting themselves...

  The short and stout man first helped his son up from the ground, scolding him severely for fighting with others again, but the evil fire in his eyes had already reached his brain, and anyone could tell that he was truly furious today.

  "Come with me, I'll take you to apologize and make amends."

  Although he spoke nicely, his menacing appearance was suddenly exposed when he went to apologize. Afterwards, he took out a gold-edged mobile phone and dialed a number, then said in a commanding tone: "Little Chen, I'm on the third street side, get a few people over here."

  "Alright, all of you can go back now."

  The winter melon waved to the group of high school students surrounding him, although they were all covered in bruises and scratches, but it was clear that they hadn't suffered any serious injuries. Those high school students didn't dare disobey the winter melon either, and they quickly scrambled to their feet, glancing back every three steps before disappearing into the darkness of night.

  Who is this winter melon? He's the number one figure in this small county town, although not a big shot in the underworld, but relying on his engineering package to make a fortune, he can be considered a well-known figure in this remote mountainous area, even the county magistrate has to give him some face.

  Moreover, as a package project, even if it's not a triad society, most of them will be tainted with some blackness. After all, package projects are not something that can be started just by agreeing to it in black and white. It is necessary to persuade those stubborn households to leave peacefully, so they have also raised several young and strong men who are good at fighting, claiming to the outside world that they are security guards, but in fact, everyone knows what they really do.

  Before long, a small van drove up in front of him, and after stopping steadily, a group of people rushed down with a loud noise, each with a fierce glow in their eyes, that domineering and arrogant appearance, it was obvious that they had been bullying this small place.

  "Who hit you? Take me there."

  Winter melon was quite authoritative, and with a slap on his son's forehead, he said, "Leave."

  Not long after, the two cars sped away in a line, one in front of the other, along the route Wang Jian had taken. The momentum was quite impressive. The few pedestrians on the road were startled by the sudden noise and quickly scattered, making the street seem even more deserted. The roaring engine sounds shattered the tranquility that was about to descend upon the small county town.

  At this time, Wang San Ye was listening to Ah Ying's endless chatter with a look of impatience. Although San Ye knew that the girl had been like this since she was young, it still sounded violent and unbearable now.

  "Third brother! Are you listening to me?" Ah Jing's delicate eyebrows rose: "What's your attitude?"

  "Spare me the nonsense, I still have to rush back and look for a job, no time to listen to your rubbish."

  San Ye's words were indeed very hurtful, and if they were directed at an ordinary girl, unless she was a cheap person, she would probably turn around and leave. But Ah Ying had grown up following San Ye's butt, so she knew his character well, and after he said such outrageous and inhumane words, she could still remain calm and casually flicked her hair.

  "Hey, Third Brother. Are you looking for a job to make money to support me?"

  "How far your thoughts are, you can just roll that far. I have to make money to marry a wife, build several big tile houses and raise two pigs, and finally have a child. Tell me, what's your business here?"

  "My ready-made wife, isn't she great? She can both give birth to kids and feed pigs, are you blind?"

  Wang San's head tilted slightly: "Cut the crap."

  Just as the two of them were chatting happily and Ah Ying was about to arrive at the school gate, suddenly two cars rushed out from behind them and screeched to a halt within ten meters in front of them, emitting two shrill squealing sounds.

  Then, from that van came down five or six sturdy men, who surrounded Wang San in an instant. Finally, from the most luxurious Benz car in the county, which was as luxurious as it could be, got out Donggua and his son.

  "Ah, look at you, causing me trouble like this."

  A'ying brushed away San Ye's hand that was pinching her cheek and looked at him disdainfully: "It's clearly you who caused the trouble, okay?"

  But the winter melon, with a hypocritical smile on his face, pushed open the two sturdy men and walked forward, looking up and down at San Ye, although he felt that the guy in front of him was a bit familiar, but for a moment, he didn't recognize him at all.

  "My son has caused you trouble, sorry about that."

  Wang San yelled and made a hissing sound with his mouth, then turned to look at A Jing: "Look at others, this is called knowing manners, learn from them."

  "A'ying let out a cold snort: 'Just you wait and see.'"

  Winter melon didn't bother Ah Jie, his eyes were fixed on Wang San Ye's face, after turning around for half a day, he finally found that this person was very familiar but looked more and more strange. So he suddenly decided that the Wang San in front of him was just a common face, so he simply let go of his fists and feet, and turned his face over with ease.

  "I've apologized to you, now you've hit my son, don't you also need to show some remorse?"

  "Okay."

  Third Master said, rummaging through his pockets, and after a thorough search, he found a five-yuan note and handed it over with a smile: "This was originally for your son to buy my bicycle. I wanted to charge him a storage fee, which was wrong of me. This is the principal, please accept it. When you get back, be frugal, marry a wife, build a tile-roofed house, raise a few pigs and have another child."

  A Qiang couldn't help it, and burst out laughing, spitting out a mouthful of water that splashed onto her beloved Donggua's face.

  "Get him! Break his legs!"

  Winter melon gave an order, and those five or six sturdy "security guards" rushed towards San Ye in a flash. One of them seemed to have a strong body odor, almost knocking San Ye out with the smell.

  Third Master's mouth twitched: "Damn..."

  After finishing speaking, San Ye suddenly laughed and thought "You two are indeed like father and son, using the same tactics".