"You are shameless!"
Upon hearing such filthy and vulgar lewd words, the young woman, who had already reached her limit of patience with the thug behind the counter, grabbed the abacus on the counter and threw it at the thug's face.
"You little wench, how dare you hit someone?"
The thug, who had been deliberately provoking them, was already mentally prepared. Facing the attack, he nimbly stepped back, dodging the abacus that was thrown at him. Then, a grin spread across his face.
"Neighbors, take a look! The owner of Ruyufang is not only ripping people off, but she's also assaulting them!"
As the thug hawked his wares, he caught a glimpse of the young and beautiful woman behind the counter, her face flushed with anger, which made her look even more charming.
"Hu Er, we're all neighbors, everyone knows your background, don't go too far!"
Finally, someone in the crowd couldn't stand it anymore and shouted at the thug from a distance.
"What did I do wrong? She was just asking for too much!"
The thugs didn't take it seriously and even became more arrogant.
"Hey! You rascal, look here!"
At that moment, a provocative yet somewhat childish voice rang out from behind. While feeling annoyed, Qingpi subconsciously turned his head and immediately saw a stool surface that had been worn smooth and shiny by countless people's buttocks rapidly enlarging in front of him.
Snap!
With a crisp sound of flesh slapping against flesh, the sturdy old wooden stool and the green-skinned man's turned face pressed firmly together. Amid the gasps of the crowd, the green-skinned man fell backward, blood flowing from his swollen nasal cavity and splattering on the ground.
The sudden turn of events truly stunned the onlookers. Although the scene had filled many with righteous indignation, no one dared to step forward due to various concerns. After all, it was a widow and her child, and this thug was indeed a rogue; getting involved with him would be troublesome.
This sudden turn of events left the onlookers both satisfied and curious, wondering who would step forward at this moment. But when they followed the gaze and looked in that direction, they were immediately stunned.
It turned out to be just a child who looked quite young. Although the child appeared to be well-fed and healthy, and had been raised quite well, he was still just a child.
Originally just an onlooker, Feng Bingwen's anger was stirred up as he watched, and he acted on impulse. He stepped forward, walked out of the crowd, and went to the thug lying on the ground, dazed and unable to get up for a while. He kicked the thug.
"Are you still alive? If you're not dead, get up quickly. The way you're acting, lying in front of people's door, is delaying their business."
The fact that such a young child displayed such a reckless attitude truly shocked many onlookers. Some who didn't believe the child had thrown the stool were also startled.
"Whose child is this? Carrying a little schoolbag, looking quite refined, how could this be..."
Before the person who had spoken could finish his sentence, he saw the child who had already entered the arena, turned to look at him, and the rest of his words got stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say anything more.
“I am Feng Bingwen, a student at the county school. My grandfather is Feng Lingjun.”
Feng Bingwen introduced himself to the crowd of onlookers in a very open and generous manner.
"I was just passing by when I heard this hooligan acting like a rogue. I couldn't help myself and acted rashly. Please forgive me if I frightened any of you uncles or aunts."
As soon as Feng Bingwen finished speaking, it immediately drew a gasp of astonishment.
"So he's the grandson of Mr. Feng, the county's top scholar. No wonder he's so imposing."
"Mr. Feng has truly gained a fine grandson!"
"Hey, this child has such a chivalrous heart at such a young age. Mr. Feng has taught him very well!"
Hearing the chorus of flattery, Feng Bingwen couldn't help but twitch his lips. He knew perfectly well how much of it was genuine and how much was fake.
Although the old man was only a scholar, he had already opened a private school in the county before the county school was established. After the county school was established, he was invited to teach there. Over the years, his reputation had grown far beyond what a mere scholar could achieve.
"Make way, make way, what are you all doing gathered here?"
Just as everyone was marveling, several stern shouts rang out, and the crowd that had formed a semi-circle was separated. Two constables rushed in, but were stunned when they saw the scene.
What's going on?
An old constable looked at the thug lying on the ground groaning, raised an eyebrow, not surprised, and turned to ask the onlookers.
"Officer Xing, this is Mr. Feng's grandson..."
When the officials inquired, the onlookers immediately began to recount what had just happened, praising Feng Bingwen and even expressing some desire to protect him. But no matter what, it was still a public beating.
"Alright, I understand!"
After listening for a while, Constable Xing raised his hand, and everyone immediately fell silent. He looked quite kind, but the intimidating aura of his constable uniform was too strong.
"You're the one who knocked this guy down?"
Officer Xing walked over to Feng Bingwen, looked at the seemingly indifferent child, and asked him inquiring.
"Um."
Feng Bingwen nodded in agreement, his expression seemingly nonchalant, but he was also somewhat cautious in his heart.
He had not forgotten that when he met the City God of Jinhua that day, the City God told him that he would inform the government of his information and that the government would keep a record of him.
Officer Xing took two steps, picked up the blood-stained old wooden stool, weighed it in his hand, glanced at the distance between the onlookers and the fallen thug, and smiled at Feng Bingwen.
"You're quite strong!"
"Food is good at home!"
Feng Bingwen responded with a smile as well.
"How is Hu Er?"
Officer Xing ignored him and instead looked at the constable who had come with him. He was a young man whose face still had some hair on it and he was examining the green skin.
"The person is mostly unharmed, but will be disfigured for a while!"
"That's good."
Officer Xing nodded, then looked at Feng Bingwen.
Do I have to pay for his medicine?
Upon seeing the constable's gaze, Feng Bingwen subconsciously asked a question. He had been prepared to pay compensation when he made his move. This was one of the reasons he hadn't gone all out; otherwise, with his current strength, a little more force would have sent this scoundrel to his death on the spot.
"Why should I ask for money? This Hu Er is asking for a beating. If it weren't for my official hat, I would have liked to take a fire stick and beat him a hundred times."
Upon hearing this, Officer Xing couldn't help but smile.
"Alright, go home now. Please give my regards to Mr. Feng."
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