Chapter 93

Listen to the bus!

Zheng Xiaotian and Lao Xingyue were in the same vehicle. Was it a coincidence? No, it wasn't! Lao Wantong had already settled the matters at home. In the end, they finalized a large house over 100 square meters, fully renovated. Everything was settled, and it was supposed to be over.

Lao Wantong noticed the scars on Lao Xingyue's face and then asked a question. Lao Xingyue, while crying, grabbed Zheng Xiaotian's wrist and asked him to help her.

Lao Wantong gave the impression of sometimes being a bit of a scoundrel, but most of the time, he was polite and reasonable. However, when he encountered his precious granddaughter, he instantly changed...

Zheng Xiaotian had no choice but to follow Lao Xingyue. He thought, his level had been restored, all thanks to the old man. Otherwise, the meridians weren't something that could be healed over time like physical injuries. No, no, no, that wasn't the case.

A man, hesitantly, approached Lao Xingyue. He had observed that she had not exchanged any intimate glances or gestures with any other men. This indicated that she didn't have a boyfriend. Generally, if one wanted to make a move, they would target a single woman like her.

Lao Xingyue felt someone approaching and moved closer to Zheng Xiaotian.

As Lao Xingyue moved closer to Zheng Xiaotian, the man continued to approach. No matter how much she moved, he would stick close. Eventually, Lao Xingyue was almost pressed against Zheng Xiaotian, and the man was still moving closer, about to press against her.

"What are you doing?" Zheng Xiaotian looked at Lao Xingyue. He thought, I've already agreed to help you, what's this about? Seduction? Afraid I won't help you? You're rubbing against me like this. What do you want?

"Um..." Lao Xingyue glanced at the man about to press against her, then looked at Zheng Xiaotian. She believed that such a simple action should be easily understood by Zheng Xiaotian. If he didn't understand, she would be speechless. But what could she do? Kill Zheng Xiaotian? That wasn't realistic, as she still needed his help.

"I'm asking you a question." Zheng Xiaotian said.

Clearly, Zheng Xiaotian had not reached the level of non-verbal communication with Lao Xingyue. He didn't understand the meaning of her obvious eye movement.

Actually, this couldn't be blamed on Zheng Xiaotian. The deep, irresistible cleavage was simply too distracting. He was already swallowing saliva repeatedly, his eyes fixed on her chest, how could he notice anything else?

"This guy is deliberately pressing against me." Lao Xingyue pointed to the man beside her.

"Huh?" Zheng Xiaotian followed Lao Xingyue's finger and looked over. After a glance, he smacked his lips and shook his head, saying, "It's a social rule. Ugly guys don't get women, and without women, they end up frustrated. When they get too frustrated, they become brain-dead, turning into zombies, specifically sex zombies. Tsk, tsk, tsk."

"Who are you talking about?" The man angrily pointed at Zheng Xiaotian.

"I'm not talking about anyone. It's up to the other person to see if it fits them." Zheng Xiaotian shrugged.

"Do you believe I'll hit you?" The man raised his right hand, his eyes filled with menace. It was clear that he was telling Zheng Xiaotian, if you continue to be a smartass, I'll hit you. If you don't believe me, try it.

"Come on, hit me!" Zheng Xiaotian raised his right hand and lightly slapped his own cheek, saying, "Hit me here. Hit hard, make it red. If you can't do that, you're not a man."

The man was stunned. Usually, even if he didn't speak, others would be a bit afraid of him. If he started to threaten, the other person would be terrified. Like today, even after threatening, the other person still didn't take it seriously. He had never encountered such a situation before.

"Clearly, you're not a man." Zheng Xiaotian shook his head repeatedly.

"Damn!" The man came to his senses and reacted. He kicked out with one leg toward Zheng Xiaotian.

He thought, there's a woman between us. I'm kicking you! But if you move to the side, the woman will be hit, and it will be your responsibility.

Zheng Xiaotian placed his left hand on Lao Xingyue's shoulder and gently pushed her toward the edge of the seat. He also moved himself toward the edge of the seat. The vertical bar next to him was exposed.

There was a loud bang. In that bang, there seemed to be a cracking sound. Then...

"Ow..." The man fell to the ground, his hands clutching his calf. The pain was unbearable...

Zheng Xiaotian shook his head. He wanted to say that he hadn't even touched the man. It was completely self-inflicted. So, he had no responsibility. If the man didn't believe him, they could go to the police station to check for fingerprints. Of course, he had also used a form of诱导 (inducement) to make the man attack, then dodged, causing the man's foot to hit the vertical bar he had blocked, resulting in a possible fracture or short leg. Anyway, he hadn't committed a crime.

"How do we handle this?" Lao Xingyue looked up at Zheng Xiaotian.

"Count it as self-harm. He kicked the bar like a fool. I'll testify for the driver that it wasn't a driving issue, but a result of his self-harm. So, the bus company has no responsibility." Zheng Xiaotian said.

Zheng Xiaotian had completely cut off the man's retreat. If the leg was broken while the bus was moving, it would be hard to explain. Moreover, the man looked so fierce, and few would dare to testify. Now, there was a witness.

"I'll kill you!" The man pulled out a dagger from his pocket, gripped it tightly, and stabbed toward Zheng Xiaotian.

"This time, it's considered an armed assault, and I'm defending myself." Zheng Xiaotian first informed Lao Xingyue, then raised his right foot and stepped on the man's wrist.

Bang!

Crack!

"Ow..." The man howled. The pain in his leg and wrist was excruciating, making him break out in a cold sweat.

At the same time, the bus arrived at the station.

Zheng Xiaotian and Lao Xingyue got off the bus. They certainly wouldn't stay to play with the man. They left directly.

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