Chapter 6

These people are the gang of thieves from last time.

They probably came to settle the score.

The short guy and the burly man with the tilted head were there, and so were the others who were present last time. However, their faces showed a hint of worry, unlike the arrogance and confidence on the faces of the other dozen or so people.

The leader was a curly-haired man wearing a floral shirt and shorts, as if he were on vacation in Hawaii.

He wasn't very old or tall, but he was muscular and had a rugged face, exuding a fierce aura that ordinary people lacked. His nose was upturned, and he wore a pair of frog glasses. He walked with a crab-like gait, surrounded by his gang, and approached with a look of supreme confidence. Beside him was a giant over two meters tall, with a face as dark as a pot bottom, resembling a black tower. He walked protectively around the cocky curly-haired man, clearly a bodyguard or enforcer.

"Spit, you little punk, you're really cocky. I've been looking for you for days, and I didn't expect you to show your face!" The curly-haired man spat, sat down next to Lin Dong without a care, and picked up a toothpick, holding it in his mouth like a cool guy in a movie.

"Are you still watching?" The shop owner, a middle-aged man with a potbelly, stopped doing business and quickly pulled the little girl inside, slamming the door shut, afraid of being caught in the crossfire.

The other customers scattered.

Some curious rabbit citizens, who had a natural talent for gossip, stood far away to watch the commotion.

Lin Dong didn't even glance at the curly-haired man, his expression as annoyed as a tiger being disturbed by a small bug during a meal: "What kind of 'bro' are you? Do you even know manners? Haven't you heard of not talking while eating or sleeping? In this rapidly changing new era, where everything needs to keep up with the times, how can you be a leader without any manners?"

The curly-haired man was stunned.

The crowd behind him was also shocked.

Only the short guy and the burly man with the tilted head, who had quietly retreated to the edge of the crowd, showed an 'I knew it would be like this' expression.

Lin Dong continued eating the last piece of braised pork rib with his chopsticks. The curly-haired man finally reacted, spitting into the plate. Lin Dong's chopsticks stopped, but the curly-haired man was smug, coughing forcefully and spitting on each plate. He waved his hand, which was tattooed with a skull, backward: "All of you, come up and give this kid a taste! I want him to lick every plate clean, no need to wash them. And don't miss the ground! After he's done, I'll tell him what the consequences of being a show-off are!"

"Today is Monday, right? Okay, I'll be a good guy." Lin Dong smiled, making a pleasant decision.

"Damn it!" The giant beside the curly-haired man, with a hairy hand, lunged at Lin Dong, ready to carry out the boss's orders meticulously, making the kid lick the plates until the boss said to stop.

Lin Dong remained seated.

The scene flashed.

The giant was sent flying like a cannonball, knocking over two companions and a recycling bin, carrying a cloud of trash, and sliding over twenty meters to crash into the street corner greenery. A tree groaned in pain and fell with a crunch.

The curly-haired man was dumbfounded, and everyone who turned to look was frozen in place.

Holy shit!

Even being hit by a truck wouldn't be this exaggerated!

"Brother Leopard?" The others looked nervously at the curly-haired man, hoping their leader would quickly make a decision.

"Brother Leopard, right? Nice to meet you, I love making friends!" Lin Dong remained seated, but the curly-haired man, who wanted to run, suddenly knelt in front of him with a thud.

Lin Dong lifted a foot and stepped on the curly-haired man's head.

He pressed him into the concrete.

The curly-haired man struggled desperately.

Unfortunately, it was as futile as an ant trying to shake a pillar. With a 'Strongman Ring' on his right middle finger, Lin Dong could pin down an African wild buffalo, let alone a human.

The crowd that came to support was terrified, retreating backward, their faces pale.

Especially the short guy and the burly man with the tilted head.

They were trembling with fear.

Not everyone was a coward; there were brave ones, like a tall, thin man standing in Lin Dong's blind spot. He held a thick pipe, signaling his companions to distract Lin Dong so he could launch a surprise attack.

He crept up, slowly raising the pipe, ready to strike Lin Dong's head with a heavy blow.

The cute one peeking behind the door wanted to shout, but the shop owner quickly covered his mouth.

The surprise attack was very successful.

"Die!"

The pipe, casting a shadow, smashed toward Lin Dong's head with fury.

But the result was very disappointing.

Lin Dong casually reached back, and the pipe in the tall, thin man's hand somehow ended up in Lin Dong's hand, as smoothly as a relay race handoff. The tall, thin man suddenly rose into the air, flipping like Sun Wukong, performing a beautiful 720-degree spin, and landed face-first on the ground. If you ignored the broken teeth and blood, the move would have been good enough for the Olympics diving competition.

"Brother Leopard, you have a lot of loyal followers." Lin Dong pulled the thick gold chain from the curly-haired man's neck: "I love making friends with generous leaders like Brother Leopard. Tsk, tsk, tsk, such a thick gold chain, how impressive it must be to wear!"

While talking, he calmly pocketed the gold chain.

Of course, Lin Dong didn't take it for free; he also gave the curly-haired man a gift.

He bent the pipe like a noodle.

He put it around the curly-haired man's neck.

Then he patted the curly-haired man's cheek: "Brother Leopard treated me to a meal, I can't be too rude. How about I treat Brother Leopard to some tea?"

The people in front were like statues, standing there, not daring to run or approach. The curly-haired man, underfoot, was ready to die. If he had known his opponent was so formidable, he wouldn't have come, even if offered the throne of an emperor. Now, he didn't even dare to struggle, sensing that any movement would result in being crushed like a bug.

"I failed to recognize your greatness, I won't dare anymore, I won't dare anymore. Boss, if you have any orders, I'll do anything, just spare me this time." The curly-haired man begged bitterly, deeply regretting his earlier arrogance.

Now, he could only hope the other party would be magnanimous and let him go.

The short guy in the back, seeing it was hopeless, quickly knelt down.

He knelt.

Like a domino effect.

Everyone who came, except those lying on the ground, knelt down, heads lowered, no one daring to look Lin Dong in the eye.

"Brother Leopard, what are you saying? Since I want to be friends with you, I'll be very hospitable. At the very least, I can offer a pot of tea. You might not know, but I love making friends." Lin Dong calmly picked up the teapot, poured himself a cup, and then slowly poured the scalding tea over the curly-haired man's body and head.

The curly-haired man screamed like a pig being slaughtered, but Lin Dong ignored it, continuing to pour slowly, sighing: "It seems one pot of tea isn't enough to show my sincerity. Brother Leopard, don't be shy, I'll treat you to another pot!"