Chapter Four, how can the city fox and the country rat withstand the sweep

The fat man's car sped by quickly, arriving in front of them in an instant. Xue Xiang remained motionless, but the elderly woman behind him, carrying a basket of vegetables and holding the hand of her five or six-year-old granddaughter, was startled and hurriedly stepped back. Unexpectedly, in her haste, she stepped awkwardly and fell to the ground, taking the little girl down with her. The basket contained twenty or thirty eggs, which rolled everywhere, many of them broken, with the orange-yellow yolks trailing far behind. The little girl cried out loudly, lamenting that her backpack was lost, her backpack was lost. The elderly woman, disregarding her own condition, crawled on the ground to gather the eggs. Liu Ying'er, too, could not pay attention to monitoring Xue Xiang anymore; she hurried forward to help collect the eggs.

Xue Xiang was too lazy to entangle with him and moved towards the three individuals he had just dealt with. The three unfortunate souls had only just gotten up, leaning against each other to catch their breath. The fat man's thick chin had formed a circle, and his original double chin had disappeared, becoming a round ball. The dagger-wielding man looked even worse, with dark circles under his eyes, bruises causing his eyelids to bulge, his cheeks swollen to a great extent, and his mouth crooked, slightly opening to let the wind escape. The last guy, apart from the area around his eyes being normal, exhibited nearly the same symptoms as the dagger-wielding man. His eyelids were also bulging from bruising, his cheeks were swollen high, and his mouth was crooked, slightly opening to let the wind escape.

Xue Xiang kept his head turned away, as if searching for something. Liu Ying'er could only give up in frustration; could she really step forward and fiercely grab his collar, asking him angrily: "Did you bump into that part of me?" After all, a young lady is naturally sensitive, and being violated in such a crucially embarrassing area makes it impossible for her to speak up.

Xue Xiang did not respond; he believed that action is always stronger and more powerful than words. Striking first is the best strategy. Without waiting for the two motorcycle gang members to raise their arms, he swung his arm in a wide arc, delivering a series of slaps, precisely: "As the water flows and the flowers fall, both are devoid of sentiment, sending off the autumn wind with the sound of slaps."

Regardless, Liu Ying'er had already placed Xue Xiang among the ranks of the malevolent spirits in her heart. Concerned about further violations of her dignity, Liu Ying'er chose not to turn around, instead standing sideways in line, monitoring Xue Xiang's every move.

Xue Xiang said nothing further, using his left hand to push aside the chubby man's hands, while his right hand formed a fist that struck directly at the man's chin. A clean and swift right hook sent the chubby man’s feet off the ground, and he then collapsed with a loud thud, unable to rise again. Xue Xiang has always adhered to a philosophy of concise and efficient offensive techniques, showing no inclination to make any unnecessary movements.

Xue Xiang, undaunted, strode forward. Suddenly, the two leading members of the motorcycle gang were pulled back by a slender young man behind them, who whispered a few words in their ears. He then turned back and said a few words to the others behind him. The expressions of several of them changed dramatically in an instant, and they immediately halted, looking at Xue Xiang with fear, as if they had encountered a great disaster.

"Dealing with itchy legs is easy; I have a family remedy here that specifically treats it. One treatment will benefit you for a lifetime. So, what do you think? Would you like to give it a try?" Xue said with a playful look at him.

One cannot keep twisting their head like this; a strategy must be considered. Xue Xiang was trying to find a solution for himself when suddenly, a commotion erupted at the rear of his line. About ten young men were speeding towards the formation on bicycles, showing no signs of slowing down as they approached, causing panic among the crowd. The originally bulky formation was disrupted into several segments by the cyclists, who treated each section of the line as a prop for their stunts. They arrogantly darted around in the cleared space, performing all sorts of bizarre maneuvers, occasionally zipping past young women, snatching their scarves, sniffing them in front of their noses, and casually discarding them, provoking the girls to chase after them while bursting into raucous laughter. The originally bulky formation was disrupted into several segments by the cyclists, who treated each section of the line as a prop for their stunts. They arrogantly darted around in the cleared space, performing all sorts of bizarre maneuvers, occasionally zipping past young women, snatching their scarves, sniffing them in front of their noses, and casually discarding them, provoking the girls to chase after them while bursting into raucous laughter

Xue Xiang, still unable to quell his hatred, seized the long hair of the dagger-wielding man and yanked it fiercely. He swiftly raised his right knee, and with a loud thud, the dagger man was left with a face full of bruises, his grip loosened and the dagger fell from his hand as he collapsed to the ground. This fierce knee strike was brutally violent and highly spectacular, causing the onlookers to collectively gasp in shock at such a ruthless display of skill

Xue Xiang has always been one to either refrain from action or, when he does act, to do so with thunderous methods that leave a lasting impression, unforgettable for all time

Without saying a word, Xue Xiang kicked off his military coat and angrily kicked out his foot. With a loud "bang," the bald, overweight man flew into the air, soaring two to three meters before landing. The extremely sturdy "Big Phoenix" sagged sharply in the middle of the vehicle, bending into a bow shape. The airborne fat man, along with his vehicle, crashed into the motorcycle gang closely following behind. The vehicles trailing too closely and speeding too fast could not stop in time, resulting in a chaotic pile-up of over ten vehicles.

The balding, overweight man, looking disheveled, grunted for quite a while before being the first to stand up, clearly indicating that his fat had some cushioning and shock-absorbing properties. Since the other party had taken action, no, had kicked, the fat man no longer wasted any words and immediately lunged towards Xue.

East City is truly dangerous! The gang of bikers wholeheartedly agrees with this statement made by Xue.

Xue Xiang swiftly dealt with three individuals, which left the subsequent six or seven members of the motorcycle gang stunned. The few men immediately halted their steps and scrutinized Xue Xiang, hesitating whether to advance or retreat. After exchanging glances, they regrouped and approached Xue Xiang once more, realizing that they could not avoid confrontation any longer. Firstly, they did not believe that their seven-man team could concentrate their strength effectively; if they did not engage him collectively, they would not be able to defeat even one person as they had just witnessed. Secondly, with so many onlookers present, if they abandoned their comrades and fled, it would be impossible for them to maintain their reputation in the capital once word got out.

Xue Xiang's eyes instantly filled with blood, and the helpless cries of the little girl deeply pierced his sensitive heart, as if the child was crying out for her mother. Xue Xiang got off the seat and pushed the bicycle aside, causing it to crash to the ground with a loud thud. The bald man's bicycle had also fallen over, his chubby face glistening with grease under the sunlight

The fat man had just fallen to the ground when two long-haired youths with dirty faces rushed up from behind. One was dressed in a dark blue military uniform, while the other wore a Zhongshan suit, both covered in dust, clearly having just gotten up and rushing over without time to clean themselves. The youth in military uniform pulled out a two-centimeter-long military dagger from a bag slung around his neck, shouting, "You little brat, today Grandpa will use this knife to let you bleed a little." In the Four Nine City, the local rascals referred to knives and daggers as 'inserts.'

What she saw upon turning back was the bicycle of that little rogue. It seemed that he had used this very wheel to violate me, Liu Ying'er thought bitterly. Xue Xiang sat on the bicycle seat, his legs spread apart, the protruding front of the bicycle extending from his groin, inevitably evoking associations with some wicked object. Although Liu Ying'er was innocent, her line of work had made her aware of the matters between men and women at an early age, unlike most young women of this era who were still naive about gender issues. The more Liu Ying'er thought about it, the more embarrassed and angry she became, the sparkle in her eyes gradually clouding over, glaring fiercely at Xue Xiang. Xue Xiang had already turned back quickly the moment Liu Ying'er covered her bottom, pretending to look for someone.

Xue Xiang tilted his head and deliberately used his hand to create a makeshift shade, pretending to observe the surroundings. In reality, he felt quite awkward, fearing that the lady would cause a scene, which would be extremely embarrassing. After waiting for a while and noticing that there was no commotion behind him, he finally felt relieved, yet he still did not dare to turn around. Xue Xiang took off the plum blossom watch from his wrist and used the smooth, reflective back of the watch as a rearview mirror. Adjusting the angle, he saw Liu Ying'er standing sideways, her gaze occasionally darting towards him, realizing that she had grown suspicious.

No, no, how could we dare to trouble you, Third Brother? We can handle it ourselves, we can handle it ourselves, thank you, Third Brother, thank you..." The water snake's face turned pale, and her voice carried a sobbing tone

"Third Brother, Third Brother, you are magnanimous, please spare us this time. It is our foolishness that has led us here. We will not, no, there will be no next time. In the future, without your orders, we will not dare to come to East City again." The slender young man spoke with a trembling voice, his long greenish snot flowing down, his nose sniffing and blowing, and his forehead was covered in fine sweat, though it was unclear whether it was due to the cold or because he was overdressed.

"Why aren't you moving forward? Are you still going to fight? Hehe, it seems you recognized me. Didn't I tell you and Kang Xiaoba to stay away from Dongcheng unless necessary? You know this place has always been unsafe; I'm doing this for your own good. Why can't you take it in? It seems I need to give Kang Xiaoba a lesson and reinforce some ideological and political education." Xue Xiang said warmly, with his arms crossed.

Xue Xiang knew that this was the notorious motorcycle gang of Beicheng, often operating in groups to rob passersby of their belongings, causing havoc in the area, but they rarely ventured into Dongcheng to cause trouble

Xue Xiang truly struck like lightning; these two fellows had no time to react and were caught off guard by Xue Xiang's slap, which came with the force of a sudden thunderclap. Blood spilled from their mouths, and four or five bloodied teeth from each were knocked out and flew far away.

Liu Ying'er, with a cry, dropped her vegetable basket. Her delicate and slender jade-like hands quickly came together to protect her backside, a movement full of grace, charming and lovely, reminiscent of the later concept of "kawaii" girls. Liu Ying'er was filled with extreme fear, followed by a sudden burst of anger, her pretty face clouded with frost. She picked up the discarded vegetable basket and turned to search for the culprit, her beautiful large eyes already glistening with tears.

Xue Xiang frowned slightly. He could understand the small absurdities of Hao Yunlai, but he was extremely disgusted by the current habit of treating boredom as a personality trait and deriving pleasure from provoking others. The motorcycle gang seemed to have noticed Liu Ying'er behind Xue Xiang, their eyes gleaming with lewdness as they all laughed obscenely and rushed towards him. At the forefront was a bald, overweight man, whose hefty body made the "Big Phoenix" creak from a distance; it was truly not easy to maintain such a physique in this day and age. The motorcycle gang seemed to have noticed Liu Ying'er behind Xue Xiang, their eyes gleaming with lewdness as they all laughed obscenely and rushed towards him. At the forefront was a bald, overweight man, whose hefty body made the "Big Phoenix" creak from a distance; it was truly not easy to maintain such a physique in this day and age.

Oh, what is he looking back at? Does he not realize that the car hit me? This is just an accident. No, he must be pretending; he did it on purpose, afraid that I would cause trouble for him, deliberately acting as if he doesn't know. It can't be; it should be an accident... She wanted to teach Xue Xiang a harsh lesson to vent her anger, yet she was also lost in her beautiful dream of not being maliciously violated, her heart in turmoil for a moment

Hearing what Xue Xiang said was amusing, the crowd couldn't help but laugh, yet they dared not laugh too obviously. The few bikers present did not want to provoke the young man known as San Ge; if he held a grudge against them, there were plenty of ways for him to make their lives miserable. However, to the bikers' ears, it was like a thunderclap from the heavens, and they wished they could bite this talkative guy to death. Simultaneously, they cursed inwardly: "Damn you, slippery snake, you could have just said your leg itches, why did you have to add 'men' after your words? Who gave you the right to speak for me? If San Ge really 'treats my leg,' then I'll make sure to 'treat' your whole body in return."