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  "Wait!"

  At the critical moment, the winter melon suddenly let out a loud roar, and not to mention others, even Wang SanYe, who had been frightened since childhood, was really shocked. The atmosphere was stagnant, and time seemed to have stopped.

  Ah Ying was tugging at the hem of Wang Jian's clothes, her face a picture of utmost seriousness, looking every inch the part of a spoiled little rich girl, with a hint of mischief in her eyes that was characteristic of girls her age. And she was also the quickest to react, being the first to come back to her senses after Winter Melon's sudden loud shout, and saying with an air of utter disdain:

  "Come on, come on! Third Brother of Auntie is starving!"

  Wang San turned around and scolded fiercely: "Shut up!"

  The winter melon frowned, pushed aside the strong men, stood in front of Wang San, looked up at him carefully and examined him for a while. Then he took a deep breath, and after a moment, he asked Wang San with some trepidation: "Have we met before?"

  Wang Jian pinched his chin with his hand and scanned around him lightly with his eyes: "I think you look quite familiar."

  Winter melon let out a cold "aiya" sound, and with a loud slap on his own forehead, his oily hands grasped Wang Jian's hand: "Ah, the flood has washed away the Dragon King Temple, isn't this making fun of me?"

  He finished speaking and suddenly turned around, slapped his own son in the face, and shouted loudly: "Come over! Apologize to him!"

  His son was knocked out by this slap, and he was stunned for half a day, unable to understand what his father was doing. He just stood there, covering his face, his eyes darting back and forth between Wang Jian and his father.

  Not to mention him, even Wang Jian himself and A Ying were brain-dead, seemingly completely unable to accept this setting, with their mouths agape staring at the winter melon in front of them like they were watching a monkey.

  "Little brother, have you forgotten? That thing five years ago?"

  Winter melon's tone was particularly sincere, with a flattering expression that made him look quite comical. His eyebrows, nose and eyes were almost all scrunched up together, and the fine beads of sweat on his forehead didn't know whether it was because he was fat or scared.

  "Five thousand years ago?"

  Wang Jian furrowed his brow, thinking "How the hell would I know what happened 5,000 years ago, especially something that happened there? Isn't this guy sick?" So he narrowed his eyes and stared at the winter melon, his mind constantly circling around his neck, trying to find an opportunity to strike a fatal blow when the winter melon let its guard down!

  San Ye's eyes changed cruelly in an instant, and Donggua unconsciously took a step back, shaking his head repeatedly: "At the big stall... you hit me ten times that time."

  Reminded by him, San Ye suddenly remembered that there was indeed such a thing. It was on a sunny summer day five years ago, when his brother had just finished the final exam, working as a casual laborer in the furniture factory in the small town during the day, and collecting mineral water bottles everywhere at night to supplement family expenses.

  That day was also a coincidence, the third brother who had never been willing to eat snacks, even a string of roasted lamb skewers were considered a luxury, suddenly had a great desire, after selling more than 100 plastic bottles, he sat in a large stall with over 10 yuan in his pocket, ready to enjoy the lamb skewers that he had hardly eaten a few times in his life.

  At that time, the prices were also relatively cheap, ten yuan for twenty strings was no pressure, so it looked like a full plate. But just as San Ge was rubbing his hands like a fly preparing to start, the group of muscular men at the next table suddenly burst into a fierce quarrel.

  Of course, there was this dwarf pumpkin here. At that time, the pumpkin had just emerged, and as a newcomer who had just emerged, it was natural to be beaten by the older generation. So, he came out this time to discuss conditions with those people, but the price they opened was really unacceptable, so it naturally led to a dispute. Moreover, after drinking a lot of wine, the dispute between the two sides quickly escalated from verbal sparring to physical fighting, and the people present were all big shots in this small town, taking out their phones and calling for backup.

  During this time, the people within a 50-meter radius of the food stall suddenly scattered like birds and beasts, leaving only Wang Jian and Wang San Ye still calmly and quietly watching them prepare to fight while nibbling on meat skewers. After all, San Ye loved excitement, it was his nature, especially in such an explosive scene comparable to big movies like "Young and Dangerous", how could he bear to leave?

  Soon, the people called by both sides arrived at the scene. This winter melon was clearly at a disadvantage in terms of numbers, with only five or six people. But his opponents were old veterans, with about twenty people. However, this guy came out to mix it up and didn't care about anything, except for losing face, so even though they were outnumbered, they had to put on a brave front.

  A chaotic battle soon erupted, with beer bottles, plates and plastic stools flying everywhere, the scene was as intense as a Taiwanese legislative meeting.

  Wang Jian was holding a plate and stirring the soy sauce on one side, occasionally shouting "good" twice, completely belonging to that kind of mischievous little rascal.

  However, since it was a melee, Wang Jian didn't escape either. After beating down Donggua and his gang, and Donggua being beaten into a pig's head, those fierce mixed-bloods finally noticed San Ye, the soy sauce prince.

  Actually, when they were rushing towards him, Wang San had already greeted them and said he was just watching the excitement, advising them not to be impulsive. But those thugs wouldn't listen, yelling as they charged towards Third Master.

  Third Master was young and vigorous at that time, his brain didn't turn around for a moment, without saying another word, he slammed the plate in his hand to the ground, directly tore off the dirty white T-shirt, swung open his sleeves and rushed into the crowd.

  The scene was one of utter chaos, with a single person taking on over ten others. It wasn't just Ye Wen and Chen Zhen who could pull off such a feat; San Ye perfectly demonstrated to the barely decent people in this small town what it means to be a weakling with combat power below 5. Almost no one could even get close to San Ye, let alone exchange blows. Anyone within range of his elbows, fists, and feet was almost instantly knocked out, without any fancy moves or techniques. Every attack was a critical hit, whether it was a punch to the cheek, a kick to the groin, a headbutt that shattered someone's nose, an elbow strike that made them spit blood, or a knee drop to the solar plexus. It was completely lawless and unregulated, with no rules or decorum. In under thirty seconds, all the seasoned thugs in the area were rolling around on the ground in agony.

  After witnessing this scene, the eldest of them unexpectedly pulled out a large knife for chopping bones from somewhere and chopped it down from Wang San's occipital bone. His hand was raised, but before the knife fell, San Ye directly nailed a bamboo skewer from that guy's palm to the dirty wooden table, then took advantage of the momentum to snatch the guy's chopping knife. The hand was raised, the knife fell, and one little finger fell off with a thud.

  San Ye's eyes turned red at the time, and he was about to chop off his other fingers when the sound of police cars came from outside. Wang Jian suddenly woke up with a start, let out an "ah" and took off running. As for what happened afterwards, he wasn't very clear about it anymore.

  But he wasn't quite sure, not that the winter melon didn't know, it's just that the existence of San Ye made those people think that this was a super fighter invited by the winter melon, which made the winter melon's career smooth sailing. So after five years, the winter melon still had a very deep memory of San Ye. He didn't recognize him at first because San Ye had changed a lot in recent years, but then he recognized him again because San Ye's intimidating gaze that was etched into his bones hadn't changed one bit.

  "Oh... I remember now, it's you." Wang Jian tilted his head and looked at Donggua for a while: "The swelling on your face hasn't gone down yet?"

  Donggua was taken aback, and with a scowl, he rubbed his own head, unable to utter a word for a while. Then, suddenly, he turned around and gave his son another heavy blow: "Apologize to him!"

  "Hua Ge"'s expression suddenly became very foolish, his lips trembled for half a day, but he was choked back by his old man's gaze. He sneaked a glance at Ah Ying, who was standing behind Wang Jian with a smug look on her face, and then he looked down, his eyes welling up with tears of grievance.

  "I've been looking for you, brother, for a long time. Today I finally met you, it's our fate to meet each other. Let me treat you to a drink, big brother."

  When Winter Melon spoke, his oily eyes sparkled brightly. He thought to himself, "If I could get this guy to work for me, even if it means supporting him like a foster father, then my future development in the city would be much easier." The more he thought about it, the more fervent his gaze at Wang Jian became.

  And this scorching gaze made Ah Jing, who was standing next to her, feel sick. She pinched the corner of San Ye's clothes and whispered: "Third brother, third brother, this old fatty is an old lecher, he has taken a liking to you."

  Wang Jian was also startled by that gaze, he didn't expect this fat man's unremarkable appearance to hide such strong emotions, so he hastily took a step back, scanned the fat man with his eyes and said slowly: "I don't drink, I have something else to do, if I'm late I'll miss the last bus out of town."

  He put it on the side, and Wang Jian would have let him go. But this winter melon was able to mix from a splash of skin to now, and there must be some meaning that is not in the pool. He turned his brain and immediately piled up a smiling face, pointing to the big Bao behind him: "If you don't mind, this car will belong to brother from now on."

  "Dad..."

  Winter melon's son called out in a discontented tone, his voice full of dissatisfaction and resentment towards his old man's decision.

  Wang Jian hadn't reacted yet, when Ah Ying suddenly jumped out from beside him, pointing at "Hua Ge" and exaggeratingly said: "Your son harasses me every day, fights and smokes every day, but I haven't seen you manage him. You're definitely not a good person either, so what are you pretending to be now? My third brother is really clever!"

  Winter melon was scolded by Ah Ying, and his face turned green at the time. He glared at his son with a fierce gaze, then turned his head and looked at Third Brother with pleading eyes.

  "I appreciate your kind intention." Third Brother patted his own pocket and pulled out a pack of cheap cigarettes: "I really don't drink alcohol."

  After finishing speaking, his expression suddenly changed, staring at the winter melon, his speech slowed down and became powerful: "Chasing my sister is no problem, but I think it's better not to come recklessly."

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