Let you be a great man, not a scumbag

Chapter 815 Professional Free Fighting

As soon as the old man finished speaking, the young man's face instantly became extremely gloomy, with undisguised disgust and impatience all over his face.

His eyes were wide open and he was shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Get out of here right now! You are dirty and smelly, squatting here like a mangy dog. What do you want to do? Are you trying to suffocate me to death? Ah! I'm telling you, I'd rather throw this bottle into the trash can than give it to you. What do you think? Get out of here right now, or don't blame me for being rude to you."

People in the surrounding shops seemed to be accustomed to this scene.

They just glanced at each other casually and continued to work on their own tasks as if nothing had happened.

Faced with the boy's vicious and ruthless insults, the old man did not make any argument or resistance.

Instead, he showed embarrassment and guilt, nodded slightly, then silently picked up the bag with one hand and walked towards a nearby corner.

From the old man's movements, it can be seen that there seems to be something unusual about one of his arms.

He did not carry such a large bag with his hands, but instead tucked it under his arm. The action clearly showed that there was some disability in his right wrist.

As he moved, his eyes subconsciously glanced around for other places where he might find something to gain.

Seeing the old man walking away, the boy not only did not give up, but became even more aggressive.

I saw him casually smashing the empty bottle in his hand to the ground, as if doing so would make him look more powerful.

"Bang!" The sound of the empty beverage bottle falling to the ground was particularly loud in the quiet environment and quickly attracted the old man's attention.

The old man looked in the direction of the sound with sharp eyes and saw an empty beverage bottle lying alone on the ground.

He stepped forward without hesitation, stretched out his right hand, and tried to pick up the bottle.

The young man saw that the old man didn't take what he had just said seriously.

He immediately became furious, turned his body sharply, raised one leg swiftly, and kicked hard at the beverage bottle that was about to fall into the old man's hand.

In an instant, the bottle flew far away with a whoosh and passed by the old man.

The old man obviously had not expected such a sudden change, and the expression on his face instantly became serious, even with a hint of anger.

He just glared at the young man.

Then he closed his mouth and suppressed his anger.

He turned and continued walking towards the bottle, obviously intending to retrieve it.

It was this glance that made the young man feel that his dignity was once again seriously challenged.

A nameless fire surged in my heart.

He has always been domineering and arrogant at home, just like a little bully.

Whether it is towards his wife or towards his biological parents.

If they did something that didn't meet his expectations, he would either give them a ruthless blow or hurled insults at them.

Recently, he met a woman from Kyoto on the Internet, and the two of them chatted every day.

After a month or two of hard work and saving, I finally bought a ticket to come here to meet her.

When chatting via video on weekdays, the beautiful woman looks like she has skin as delicate and smooth as satin, a petite and cute face, and speaks in a soft voice, which makes people feel pity for her.

However, what he didn't expect was that it was only after meeting in person that he realized what a real scam was.

Not only was the woman as big and strong as a tiger, she also had thick fat on her back and waist. The key was that without the blessing of beauty filters, the skin condition of her entire face was not ideal. It could be said that she had no beauty at all.

She is just as bad as the yellow-faced woman at home.

But despite this, the money for the hotel room has already been spent.

It would be a huge loss if we return empty-handed.

So he suppressed his inner dissatisfaction and transferred a red envelope of 520 to the other party. Then he turned off the lights and the incident was over.

But who would have thought that when I woke up the next morning, the other party actually asked for 1314 more!

This number made his anger reach its peak. After arguing with the other party for a while, he turned around and walked towards the hotel front desk. After completing the check-out procedures, he left angrily.

It can be said that all the bad things that happened in the past two days made him upset.

He had nowhere to vent his emotions, and now he poured them all out on the innocent old man in front of him.

Seeing the old man trying to bend down and pick up the bottle again, the young man's anger grew stronger, as if the bottle had become an outlet for him to vent his dissatisfaction.

He just strode over and kicked the bottle away without hesitation.

This vile behavior made people around look at him sideways and show dissatisfaction on their faces.

But perhaps because of fear of the young man's brutality, no one dared to step forward to stop him.

They just started whispering and pointing at each other.

There were also many people watching the fun from the sidelines, and taking pictures with their mobile phones.

The man kept cursing, "Damn it! Kyoto is like this, the food is awful and ridiculously expensive, the weather is terribly cold, I wasted so much money, I can't even drink a sip of water in peace, and the damn flies ruin my mood! It's so unlucky!"

Seeing that the old man still rushed over and got the bottle.

The young man's anger instantly reached its peak, and he raised his foot and stomped hard on the old man's hand.

The old man, who had been somewhat happy at first, curled up into a ball after suffering a sudden severe blow, his face distorted by extreme pain.

He couldn't help but let out a miserable howl.

"Ouch... what are you doing, young man? Why are you stepping on me so cruelly? I'm just picking up a bottle. How did I offend you?"

Faced with the old man's questioning, the arrogant young man not only showed no guilt, but insulted him even more fiercely.

"Fuck you, I can't stand you old men and women the most. You spend the whole day picking up junk like scavengers. You have no dignity at all! You are so despicable!"

The movement here also attracted Jiang Cheng's attention.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Cheng's anger level suddenly soared and his face suddenly darkened.

He first handed the rest of the food in his hand to Reba beside him.

Then he took the bowl of soy milk from Reba's hand and walked towards the provocative young man without hesitation.

When he got closer, Jiang Cheng said nothing and suddenly raised the bowl full of steaming soy milk in his hand.

All of it fell on the head of the young man with a crew cut.

Suddenly, the boiling hot soy juice flowed down from the top of his head, soaking the young man's clothes and hair.

The taste of fermented soybean milk itself is not very pleasant.

At this moment, a disgusting sour smell emanated from his body.

The young man's head was immediately burned with burning pain, and his whole body was surrounded by a strong foul smell, looking extremely miserable.

"Ah! Who are you?" He lifted up his clothes and wiped his face hard, trying to wipe off the stains.

After wiping it, he became furious again, swung his palm without hesitation, and rushed straight towards Jiang Cheng.

Suddenly, a mysterious voice sounded in Jiang Cheng's mind: "Ding! Special environment detected, the opponent is proficient in Taekwondo, rewarding the host with professional-level free fighting skills."