Seventies: The Officer's Stolen Marriage, Stirring Up Trouble and Gossiping

Lin Xiaoxiao struggled in the apocalypse for over ten years. Just as the end was near, she was unfortunately infected and died during a mission.

After death, her soul arrived in the underworl...

Chapter 418 Is the man at fault, but the woman is completely innocent? Can one hand really clap?

"puff."

Everyone else who was also going to enter the Confucius Temple laughed.

He's just a gatekeeper, yet he acts like he's something special.

"You called me a dog?" The man looked at everyone looking at him with mocking eyes, and it took him a while to realize what Lin Xiaoxiao meant.

Lin Xiaoxiao: "If you're not a dog, why are you barking?"

"You..." The man's neck turned red with anger, and he clenched his fists.

Lin Xiaoxiao raised her chin. "What, you want to hit someone? People who know you will say you sell tickets at Confucius Temple, but people who don't will think you're some kind of thug. With such a bad attitude, I think you treat the masses as enemies."

The crowd's expressions changed, and they looked at the man with hostility.

People maintaining order in the distance, wearing red armbands, walked towards the Confucius Temple as more and more people gathered there.

"You little bitch, I'll teach you to talk nonsense." The man's face was contorted with rage as he lunged at Lin Xiaoxiao.

If you look closely, you can see a hint of lewdness hidden beneath his angry gaze.

His hand reached out with clear intent towards Lin Xiaoxiao's chest.

Just as Wen Shiyu was about to shield her daughter behind her, Luo Qingming grabbed the man's wrist first.

No sooner said than done, Lin Xiaoxiao lightly kicked him in the knee. Everyone heard a 'crack' sound, and the man's eyes instantly turned bloodshot. He cried out in pain and fell to the ground.

The noise disappeared instantly.

Everyone took a step back.

The way he looked at Lin Xiaoxiao was as if she were some kind of monster.

Wen Shiyu and Luo Qingming also looked at her in surprise. Lin Xiaoxiao touched her nose. Sigh, who told her to be so strong that she couldn't stop herself.

"Make way, make way." The young men maintaining order struggled to squeeze in, and when they saw the man rolling on the ground clutching his knee, they frowned. "Who hit him?"

They've got some nerve to hurt people in the area they control.

Openly challenging their authority.

Lin Xiaoxiao raised her hand, "Me."

The young man looked in the direction of the voice and saw a small, innocent-looking woman with a protruding belly, who was pregnant. He lowered his voice and asked, "Why did you hit me?"

Lin Xiaoxiao, who was described as 'weak and innocent,' said with righteous indignation, 'He treats the masses as enemies and tries to act like a hooligan. He deserves it.'

Either of these two charges would be enough to give a man a hard time.

The young man's expression changed. After learning the cause and course of events from Lin Xiaoxiao and the others, he then inquired with the onlookers about the veracity of the story.

The public had long been annoyed with the man selling tickets in front of the Confucius Temple.

A cacophony of accusations.

While the young people were getting information from the crowd, the man, dragging his injured leg, tried to sneak away.

"Comrade, he's trying to run away," Lin Xiaoxiao immediately reported.

The young men immediately rushed over, grabbed the man, and kicked him twice.

As the saying goes, "If you have a clear conscience, you have nothing to fear." If a man has nothing to hide, why would he run away?

"Let me go, let me go!" The man struggled violently.

"Hey? Isn't that the ticket seller at the museum entrance? Why is he selling tickets here again?" At this moment, someone in the crowd thought the man looked familiar, thought for a moment, and suddenly spoke up.

"I vaguely remember that too..."

Upon hearing this, the others looked at the man and found him increasingly familiar.

"Confucius Temple never charges admission, so why is he selling tickets?" an older man muttered.

Upon hearing this, everyone erupted in uproar.

If the Confucius Temple is free, then what about all the money they paid in the past?

One cent per serving? You could buy several eggs with that.

"Comrade, this person is illegally charging fees. He must be thoroughly investigated and severely punished to give the people justice!" The crowd appealed indignantly.

The young men were also fired up, patting their chests and assuring everyone, "Leave it to us, don't worry."

The man's face was ashen.

It's over.

As it turns out, when a person is down on their luck, bad things tend to come one after another.

Just as the young men were about to take the man back for investigation, a young woman in the crowd suddenly spoke up, "Comrade, I have something to say."

The people who were about to leave gathered around again.

Under the gaze of the crowd, the woman said in shame and indignation, "This man often takes advantage of the crowd to touch women's buttocks."

The crowd erupted again.

"He's being a hooligan, take him out and shoot him."

"Yes, it would be best to chop that thing up."

When one woman stands up, more women stand up, each recounting the offenses they suffered and the lewd actions of men.

"It takes two to tango. The women who stood up to accuse this man should also reflect on their own problems. Otherwise, why would this man touch you and not others?"

At this moment, other voices emerged from the crowd.

What's bizarre is that some people chimed in, saying, "Exactly, exactly. I bet you guys aren't exactly known for your morals, so don't blame men for having designs on you."

The women who had finally mustered the courage to stand up were so ashamed and indignant that they were almost in tears.

"That's too much!" Wen Shiyu said, her face flushed with anger.

What's even more infuriating is that not only men, but also women, say such things.

Wen Shiyu was about to rush up and argue with someone when Lin Xiaoxiao quickly pulled her back. Her mother was so gentle; she was clearly not the type to argue.

You might not be able to win the argument later, and you might even get so angry that you cry.

"Keep an eye on Mom." She smiled and rolled up her sleeves, but the smile didn't reach her eyes.

After saying that, she took two steps forward, accidentally stepping on the man's hand, which made a 'crunch' sound, accompanied by the man's scream.

The cacophony of voices vanished instantly.

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