Chapter 006: Get in the car, let's go (Part 1)

Brother, have you forgotten? That matter from five years ago?

Wang Jian was holding a plate on one side, occasionally calling out a few praises, completely resembling that kind of mischievous character who thrives on chaos

After speaking, his expression suddenly changed, and he stared at Donggua, his speech becoming slow and forceful: "It's fine to pursue my sister, but I think it's better not to act recklessly."

At that time, prices were relatively low, and ten yuan could buy twenty skewers without any pressure, so it appeared to be a full plate. Just as San Ge was rubbing his hands together like a fly, preparing to dig in, the group at the neighboring table, with their robust physiques, suddenly erupted into a fierce argument

The winter melon furrowed its brow, pushed aside the burly men, stood in front of Wang San, and looked up carefully at Wang Jian for a while. Then, it gasped in surprise and, after a moment of hesitation, asked San Ge with some trepidation: "Have we met before?"

Not only did he not speak, but even Wang Jian himself and A Ying were left dumbfounded, seemingly unable to accept this scenario at all, staring with their mouths agape at the winter melon across from them as if they were watching a gorilla

Aying tugged at Wang Jian's clothing from behind, her expression was exceedingly arrogant, resembling a dog relying on its master for power, yet her brows and eyes carried the unique cleverness typical of girls her age. Moreover, she was the quickest to react; after the loud shout from the winter melon, she was the first to respond, saying with great arrogance:

The expression in Third Master’s eyes suddenly underwent a cruel change, and Donggua instinctively took a step back, repeatedly waving his hands: "At the food stall... that time when you fought ten by yourself."

Oh... I remember now, it's you. " Wang Jian tilted his head and looked at Donggua for a moment: " Your face hasn't gone down yet, has it? "

Thus, a chaotic brawl and a book quickly ignited, with beer bottles, plates, and plastic stools flying everywhere, creating a scene as explosive as a session of the Legislative Yuan in Taiwan.

However, his lack of understanding does not mean that Donggua is unaware. It is precisely because of the presence of Third Master that those people believe Donggua has summoned a super enforcer. This has allowed Donggua's career to progress smoothly. Therefore, even after five years, Donggua still has a profound memory of Third Master. The reason he did not recognize him earlier is that Third Master has indeed changed significantly over the years, but he recognized him afterward because Third Master’s terrifying gaze, which is etched in his bones, has not changed at all.

At the critical moment, the winter melon suddenly let out a loud shout. Not only did others react, but even Old Master Wang, who had been frightened since childhood, was genuinely taken aback. The atmosphere immediately became stagnant, as if time had come to a halt

The scorching gaze made Ah Ying, who was standing nearby, feel nauseated. She tugged at San Ge's shirt corner and whispered, "San Ge, San Ge, this old fat man is a lecher; he has his eyes on you."

Wait a moment

Wang Jian furrowed his brows and thought, "How the hell would I know about events from five thousand years ago, especially those matters? Isn't that insane?" Therefore, as he squinted at this winter melon, his thoughts kept revolving around its neck, striving to deliver a lethal blow at the moment the winter melon let its guard down

Five thousand years ago

During this time, the people within a fifty-meter radius of the food stall instantly scattered like birds and beasts. Only Wang Jian, known as Third Master Wang, remained calm and composed, cheerfully watching them prepare for the fight while nibbling on skewers of meat. After all, Third Master had a natural affinity for lively scenes, especially one as explosive as this, comparable to the blockbuster films featuring gangsters. How could Third Master possibly tear himself away from such a spectacle

Wang Jian was also startled by that gaze; he did not expect that beneath the unremarkable exterior of this stout man lay such intense emotions. Thus, he quickly took a step back, scanned the stout man with his eyes, and slowly said: "I do not drink alcohol, I have matters to attend to, and if I delay any longer, I will miss the bus out of the city"

Prompted by his reminder, Third Master recalled that there indeed was such a matter. It was five years ago during a midsummer day when the grass was lush and the orioles were singing. Third Brother had just finished his final exams, spending his days doing odd jobs at the furniture factory in the small town, and in the evenings, he would collect some mineral water bottles to help with household expenses

The son of the winter melon called out reluctantly, his voice filled with dissatisfaction and resentment towards his father's decisions

His son was momentarily rendered mentally incapacitated by that slap, and for a long time, he couldn't figure out what his father was up to. He just stood there, blankly covering his face, his gaze darting between Wang Jian and his father.

When Donggua spoke, his oily, bright eyes sparkled. He thought to himself, "If I could get this guy to work for me, even if it meant treating him like a dependent father, it would surely make my future endeavors in the city much easier." The more he thought this way, the more his gaze towards Wang Jian became intense and fervent.

That day was indeed a coincidence. My brother, who usually refrains from snacks and even considers a skewer of grilled lamb to be a luxury, suddenly felt tempted. After selling over one hundred plastic bottles, he sat in a roadside stall with more than ten yuan, ready to indulge in lamb skewers that he had hardly ever eaten in his life.

When Aying made that remark about the winter melon, her face immediately turned green. She shot a fierce glare at her son, then turned back and looked at Third Brother with a pleading expression.

Wang San turned around and delivered a sharp slap, fiercely saying: "Stop causing trouble!"

Suddenly, Donggua exclaimed with a start, slapping his forehead heavily, and his greasy hands clasped Wang Jian's: "Ah! The flood has washed away the Dragon King's temple, isn't this making a fool of me, old brother?"

At that time, when they charged towards him, Wang San had already signaled, stating that he was merely a bystander and advised them not to act impulsively. However, that group of ruffians paid no heed to this and rushed towards San Ye, shouting loudly.

Soon, the people summoned by both sides arrived at the scene. The winter melon clearly suffered a significant disadvantage in numbers, with only five or six individuals present. In contrast, the seasoned veterans across from him could muster around twenty. However, in this world, one must not care about anything, but losing face is unacceptable. Therefore, even with fewer people, they had to brace themselves and confront the situation head-on.

However, since it was a chaotic battle, Wang Jian ultimately did not escape unscathed. After defeating the group led by Donggua and leaving Donggua with a battered face, the gang of frenzied thugs finally took notice of Third Master, the soy sauce prince.

Winter Melon was taken aback, touched his own head in frustration, and remained silent for a while. Then, suddenly, he turned around and struck his son hard, saying: "Apologize to him!"

This is placed beside him, and surely Wang Jian will leave. However, for this winter melon to have mixed in from a rogue to this point, it somewhat implies that he is not an ordinary person. With a quick thought, he immediately put on a smiling face and pointed to the luxury car behind him: "If you don't mind, this car will belong to you from now on."

The scene was nothing short of brutal, resembling a graphic novel. The ability to take on more than ten opponents was not something only Ip Man and Chen Zhen could achieve. Third Master perfectly demonstrated to the somewhat prominent figures in this small town what it means to be a fighter with a combat power of less than 5. Almost no one could even manage to evade him; anyone within the range of Third Master's elbows, fists, and feet was likely to be taken down in a single move, without any flashy techniques. Each attack targeted a weak point. For instance, a punch to the jaw, a kick to the groin, a headbutt that shattered a nose, an elbow strike that caused spitting blood, and a knee to the abdomen—all executed with complete disregard for rules or form. In less than thirty seconds, all the seasoned small-time thugs present were left writhing in pain on the ground.

Wang Jian pinched his chin with his hand and gently scanned the surroundings with his eyes: "I find you quite familiar."

After witnessing this scene, their leader unexpectedly produced a large bone-cutting knife from somewhere and suddenly swung it down at Wang Sanye's nape. The hand was raised, but before the knife could descend, Sanye drove a bamboo skewer directly through the palm of that guy's hand, pinning it to the filthy wooden table. Then, taking advantage of the momentum, he seized the man's cleaver, and with a swift motion, the knife fell, severing a little finger.

Wang Jian had not yet reacted when Aying suddenly jumped out beside him, pointing at "Brother Hua" and exaggeratedly said to Donggua: "Your son harasses me every day, fights, and smokes, yet I haven't seen you take any action. You must not be a good person either. Why are you pretending to be a good person now? My third brother is quite clever!"

Come on, come on, my dear uncle is already eager and restless

At that time, San Ye was indeed young and impetuous. In a moment of impulsiveness, without a second thought, he threw the plate in his hand to the ground, ripped off his dirty white T-shirt featuring a graphic, and charged into the crowd with his sleeves rolled up

I appreciate the good intentions. "Third Brother" patted his pocket and took out a pack of cheap cigarettes: "I really don't drink."

Dad

The tone of the winter melon appeared particularly sincere, and the full face of flattery made him look quite ridiculous, with his eyebrows, nose, and eyes almost squeezed together. A layer of fine sweat beads on his forehead was uncertain whether it was due to being overweight or from fear

I have been looking for a brother for a long time, and today I finally encountered you. This is fate for both of us. Older brother, allow me to treat you to a drink

At that moment, San Ye's eyes turned red with anger. Just as he was about to chop off the other fingers, the sound of police sirens rang out from outside. Wang Jian was instantly startled and, with a cry of dismay, took off running. As for what happened afterward, he truly could not recall clearly.

After he finished speaking, he suddenly turned around and slapped his own son, sternly commanding, "Come here! Apologize to him!"

Hua Ge's expression instantly turned very foolish, his lips trembled for a long time, but he was ultimately silenced by his father's gaze. Stealing a glance at the smug A Ying standing behind Wang Jian, he became dejected and fell silent, with tears of grievance welling up in his eyes.

Indeed, among them was this short winter melon. At that time, this winter melon had just emerged, and since it was a newcomer, it was naturally subjected to the relentless criticism and attacks from the older generation. Therefore, this time it came out to negotiate terms with that group of people, but the prices they offered were simply unacceptable. Consequently, a dispute arose, and with everyone having consumed quite a bit of alcohol, the argument quickly escalated from verbal exchanges to physical altercations. Moreover, those present were all prominent figures in this small town, and they began to pull out their phones to call their underlings.