Chapter 4

Liu Ying'er let out a cry and dropped her basket. She quickly brought her slender, long hands together to protect her buttocks, her movements graceful and charming, making her look like a cute and adorable "kawaii" girl from the future. Liu Ying'er was extremely frightened and then suddenly furious, her pretty face cold. She picked up the basket she had dropped and turned around to look for the culprit, her beautiful big eyes already glistening with tears.

Turning around, she saw the bicycle of the little thug leader. It seemed that he had used the wheel of this bike to assault her, Liu Ying'er thought with resentment. Xue Xiang sat on the bike seat, his legs straddling the ground, the protruding front of the bicycle extending from his crotch, inevitably making one think of a certain evil object. Although Liu Ying'er was innocent, her job had made her aware of the matters between men and women at an early age, unlike most girls of her time who were still naive about such issues. The more Liu Ying'er thought, the more ashamed and angry she became, her eyes gradually misting over as she glared at Xue Xiang with hatred. Xue Xiang, at the moment Liu Ying'er covered her buttocks, quickly turned his head and pretended to be looking for someone.

"Huh, what is he looking at? Could it be that he didn't know the bike hit me, and this was just an accident? No, he must be pretending. He did it on purpose, afraid I would cause trouble, so he's pretending not to know. No, it must have been an accident..." She wanted to give Xue Xiang a good scolding to vent her anger, yet she also dreamed of her beautiful buttocks not being maliciously invaded, her heart in turmoil.

Seeing that Xue Xiang did not turn his head, as if he were still looking for someone, Liu Ying'er reluctantly gave up. How could she go up and fiercely grab his collar and ask, "Did you hit this girl's private area?" After all, girls are naturally shy, and the area that was invaded was the most sensitive and embarrassing part, making it hard for her to speak up.

No matter what, Liu Ying'er had already categorized Xue Xiang as one of the lecherous and despicable men. Worried that her buttocks would be invaded again, Liu Ying'er decided not to turn back and instead stood sideways, keeping a close eye on Xue Xiang's every move.

Xue Xiang, with his head turned, pretended to be looking for someone, but in reality, he was embarrassed, fearing that the girl would make a big fuss, which would be extremely awkward. After a while, seeing no commotion behind him, he relaxed but still did not turn his head. Xue Xiang took off his plum blossom watch and used its smooth, reflective back as a rearview mirror, adjusting the angle to see Liu Ying'er standing sideways, her eyes occasionally glancing at him, realizing she was suspicious.

He couldn't keep his head turned like this forever; he needed to think of a strategy. Just as Xue Xiang was pondering, a commotion broke out behind his line. A dozen or so young men were riding their bicycles at high speed, heading straight for the queue, not slowing down even as they approached, causing a panic in the crowd. The originally dense queue was cut into several segments, and they used these segments as props to show off their skills, performing various bizarre actions, occasionally passing by the girls and snatching their scarves, smelling them, and then discarding them, provoking the girls to chase after them, laughing arrogantly.

Xue Xiang knew these were the notorious North City motorcycle gang, who often rode in groups to rob passersby and cause trouble, but rarely came to the East City.

Xue Xiang frowned. He could understand the minor mischief of someone like Hao Yunlai, but he detested the habit of these people who considered boredom as a personality trait and took pleasure in provoking others. The motorcycle gang seemed to have noticed Liu Ying'er behind Xue Xiang, their eyes gleaming with lust, and they all grinned lecherously as they sped towards Xue Xiang. The one in front was a fat man with a shaved head, his obese body making his "Big Phoenix" bike creak from a distance. It was not easy to be so fat in this era.

The fat man's bike quickly reached Xue Xiang, who stood firm. However, the old lady behind him, carrying a basket and holding a five or six-year-old granddaughter, was so frightened that she hurriedly stepped back. Unfortunately, she stepped on a stone and fell, taking the little girl down with her. The basket of about thirty eggs rolled and broke on the ground, the yolk spreading out. The little girl cried, shouting, "My schoolbag is gone, my schoolbag is gone." The old lady, ignoring her own injuries, crawled on the ground to retrieve the eggs. Liu Ying'er, no longer concerned with monitoring Xue Xiang, quickly stepped forward to help collect the eggs.

Xue Xiang's blood boiled instantly. The little girl's helpless cries deeply wounded his sensitive heart, as if it were Xiao Shi crying for his mother. Xue Xiang dismounted from his bike, pushed it aside, and it clattered to the ground. The fat man's bike was already beside him, his greasy face shining in the sunlight.

Without a word, Xue Xiang lifted his military coat and kicked out with a powerful kick. With a "boom," the fat man flew into the air, landing a few meters away. The sturdy "Big Phoenix" bike was crushed in the middle, bending into a bow. The flying fat man and his bike collided with the motorcycles following closely behind. The bikes were too close and moving too fast to stop, resulting in a pile-up of about ten bikes.

The fat man, with a bruised and dirty face, groaned for a long time before standing up first, showing that fat indeed had a shock-absorbing function. Since the other party had already acted, the fat man no longer spoke and immediately pounced on Xue Xiang.

Xue Xiang said nothing, using his left hand to block the fat man's hands and his right hand to punch his chin, a clean and swift right hook that sent the fat man flying and collapsing, unable to get up. Xue Xiang always believed in efficient and simple attacks, unwilling to make any unnecessary movements.

Just as the fat man fell, two more dirty and disheveled long-haired young men pounced. One wore a dark blue military uniform, and the other a Zhongshan suit, both covered in dust, clearly having just climbed up. The one in the military uniform pulled out a two-centimeter-long military dagger from a bag around his neck, shouting, "Brat, today I'll use this dagger to bleed you out." The hooligans in the city called knives and daggers "daggers."

Xue Xiang did not respond, believing that actions were always stronger than words. He acted first, not waiting for the two motorcycle gang members to raise their arms. He swung his arms, "crack, crack, crack," giving each of them four or five powerful slaps. The two were so stunned by Xue Xiang's lightning-fast slaps that they could not react, their mouths bleeding, and several bloodied teeth flying out.

Xue Xiang was still not satisfied. He grabbed the long-haired man with the dagger, yanked his hair, and swiftly raised his knee, hitting the man's face with a loud "thud." The man's face was a mess, his hand loosened, and he fell to the ground. This vicious knee strike was violent and spectacular, causing the onlookers to gasp in shock, admiring the ferocity of the attack.

Xue Xiang was always decisive; when he acted, it was with overwhelming force, leaving a lasting impression.

Xue Xiang quickly dealt with the three men, shocking the six or seven motorcycle gang members who were about to pounce. They hesitated, unsure whether to attack or not. After exchanging glances, they regrouped and surrounded Xue Xiang, realizing they had no choice but to fight. First, they did not believe that seven of them, working together, could not defeat one person if they did not let him attack them one by one. Second, with so many people watching, if they fled, they would lose face and be unable to survive in the city.

Xue Xiang, undaunted, stepped forward to meet them. Suddenly, the two motorcycle gang members at the front were pulled back by a tall, slender young man, who whispered a few words in their ears and then turned to the others, causing their faces to change instantly. They stopped, looking at Xue Xiang with fear, as if they had encountered a ferocious beast.

"Why aren't you moving forward? Are you still going to fight? Haha, it seems you've recognized me. Didn't I tell Kang Xiaoba to stay away from the East City? You know it's not safe here, and it's for your own good. Why don't you listen? I'll have to go and teach Kang Xiaoba a lesson, to strengthen his ideological and political education," Xue Xiang said, crossing his arms and speaking warmly.

"Third Brother, Third Brother, please be merciful, forgive us this time. We were just itching for a fight. We won't, no, we won't come to the East City again without your permission," the slender young man said, his voice trembling, his nose running, and his forehead sweating, unsure if it was from the cold or the heat.

The East City is really dangerous! The motorcycle gang members truly agreed with Xue Xiang's words from the bottom of their hearts.

"An itchy leg is easy to treat. I have a family secret remedy, specifically for itchy legs. One treatment, and you'll benefit for life. Do you want to try it?" Xue Xiang said with a playful look.

The crowd found Xue Xiang's words amusing and couldn't help but laugh, but they dared not laugh too openly, fearing that the motorcycle gang members, who were afraid of the young man called Third Brother, might take revenge on them. However, to the motorcycle gang members, Xue Xiang's words were like a bolt of lightning, making them wish they could bite the man who spoke. They cursed him in their hearts: "Damn water snake, if you said your leg was itchy, why did you add 'we' after 'you'? Who allowed you to speak for me? If Third Brother really 'treats' my leg, I'll 'treat' your whole body."

"No, no, how could we dare to trouble Third Brother? We'll treat ourselves, treat ourselves. Thank you, Third Brother, thank you..." Water Snake's face turned pale, his voice trembling with tears.

Xue Xiang, tired of the nonsense, walked over to the three men he had just dealt with. The three unfortunate men had just stood up, leaning on each other and panting. The fat man's thick chin was bruised, his double chin now a single round ball. The man with the dagger was in even worse shape, with black and swollen eye sockets, a puffed-up face, and a crooked mouth. The last man, except for his eye sockets, had almost the same condition as the dagger man.

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