The scene was bizarre, leaving the barbecue stall owner utterly astonished. He rubbed his eyes, still feeling a deep sense of disbelief.
It was common for Wang Peng and his gang to come to his shop to eat and drink every day. The owner had enough contact with them to know how arrogant and domineering they were.
Despite being a student at a nearby vocational school, he didn't act like one at all; his streetwise air was even stronger than that of the local thugs.
They fight and brawl every few days, act aggressively at drinking parties, and when drunk, they like to harass female students who have just left school. The presence of this group has made the street smell terrible. Nearby residents, especially students, avoid this street whenever possible, preferring to take a longer route rather than walk through it. Even the flow of customers has been significantly affected.
In the boss's eyes, Wang Peng and his gang were evil stars descended to earth, living only to torment the people, and who could control this group of evil stars?
Honest and upright businessmen like them will probably be bullied to death by them for the rest of their lives...
The boss could never have imagined that his mindset would change so quickly.
The thugs who were vicious in his eyes had become so obedient at this moment, even kneeling down when told to do so. The speed was so fast that even the boss hadn't reacted before everything had already happened.
So even thugs who value shame above all else have a day when they have to back down...
The saying "Evil people need to be dealt with by other evil people" has finally come to the true meaning of this saying for the barbecue stall owner.
“Write it! Write that you have realized your mistakes, offered Jiang Yu the most sincere apology, and vowed to disappear from Jiang Yu’s sight from now on. If I find out about you even once, or if Jiang Yu accidentally learns about you from someone else, then I will take one of your legs.”
Xia Che's eyes flashed with a fierce light: "Trust me, I can do this."
Upon hearing this, the group shivered. Their knees, kneeling on the cold ground, ached slightly. Whether it was from kneeling for too long or from the murderous intent in Xia Che's eyes that seemed to solidify and pierce their bodies, they felt extremely cold and their knees were in great pain.
It seemed that if anyone dared to refuse Xia Che's request, they would surely die.
Xia Che casually tossed the paper and pen he got from the boss onto the ground. The paper fluttered down, while the ballpoint pen rolled to the side of his underling's knees.
The group's thinking was straightforward: since they had already knelt down and were definitely going to lose face, they might as well be more sincere and suffer less physical pain.
"Brother Dao...do you want to write the second half of the sentence too?"
The younger brother picked up his pen to write, but suddenly thought of something. Was it inappropriate to just write directly? He raised his head and asked tremblingly.
To be honest, Xia Che's conditions were a bit too domineering.
Even though Jiang Yu learned about them from others, she still attributed it to them?
That's it...
Do we need to take one of their legs?
This is such an unfair contract term!
Moreover, it would be fine if Jiang Yu didn't know about this, but judging from Xia Che's intentions, he clearly wants to include this point in the apology letter. Who knows if this great-aunt Jiang Yu will be in a bad mood in the future?
Whenever she's in a bad mood, she'll inevitably think about what happened before, and then bring it up with Xia Che...
Holy crap!
Wouldn't that mean they'd lose their legs?
All the thugs present considered this possibility, and their expressions immediately became even uglier than if they had eaten shit. They looked at each other, and none of them dared to so hastily hand over their legs.
No joke, once this apology letter is written, it means that my legs no longer belong to me and could be taken away by Xia Che at any time.
Whether it's Xia Che's desperate fighting style or Ning Zheyuan, who easily dealt with his older brother standing next to him, neither of these two are easy to deal with!
They had no doubt that the two men could easily take their legs away.
If they want to, they can definitely take it!
Those few of them had absolutely no ability to resist!
How can we play like this?
"Write!"
Xia Che's words were firm and resolute, leaving no room for argument.
"...not a single word changed?"
I want to try again.
"Not a single word will be changed!"
Xia Che clenched his fists. With Ning Zheyuan's help, he caught his breath, and the dizziness in his eyes had lessened considerably. He grinned maliciously, "If you dare to say another word, I'll take your legs right now!"
"Yes, yes, yes..."
Upon hearing this, the group of people who had originally wanted to struggle a little longer were immediately frightened and lay on the ground. Regardless of whether their posture was elegant or not, they frantically grabbed the pen, fearing that they would be the ones who wrote the slowest and have their legs broken on the spot.
There's no other way...
At worst, from now on, they'll treat Jiang Yu like their own great-aunt!
It's better to have your legs broken later than to have them broken now, right?
The scene suddenly became comical. Outside the small barbecue stall, several thugs with brightly dyed hair and fierce faces were kneeling on the ground, frantically fighting over a pen. Behind them, a young man who looked to be about the size of a high school student lay on the ground like a dead dog, his life hanging in the balance.
Beside the man who looked like a dead dog were four muscular men, in slightly better condition than the dead dog, but they too had fainted.
It's late at night now, and there aren't many people passing by on the street.
Otherwise, with such a bizarre scene, who knows how many people would secretly take pictures and upload them online, it might even become one of the top ten strangest things in Jiang City...
"Young Master, are you alright?"
While the thug was engrossed in writing his apology letter, Ning Zheyuan looked at Xia Che's bleeding forehead with some concern. He cautiously reached out to touch it, but then hesitated, fearing infection, and stopped halfway through his outstretched hand.
"It's nothing, just a small cut. This kind of minor injury is nothing compared to the beatings I got from my master when I was a kid."
Xia Che didn't take it seriously. He knew his own situation well, and if he said it was nothing, then it was nothing.
It's just a small cut on my forehead that's bleeding a lot, which looks scary, but it's actually nothing serious. I'll just wipe it with alcohol and put on a band-aid when I get back, and that should be fine.
The sealing of his meridians had indeed greatly affected his strength. Xia Che was somewhat unconvinced. If it were when he was in good health, he would have been able to beat up a few thugs without getting injured.
That's absolutely impossible.
"Yes, when the young master was a child, every time he was beaten by Master Su, the madam would complain to the master, blaming him for being so heartless and sending you to be trained. Every time this happened, the master would just sit there with his neck hunched and not say a word. It was so funny."
Ning Zheyuan wasn't one to be dramatic. Since the young master said he was fine, then he really was fine. He chuckled and seemed to start reminiscing about the past.
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