Chapter 3: Punishing the Bully (1)

  Liu Yitiao was able to survive, which made Wang Shuai feel very surprised. It was really surprising that when he struck that day, he knew that Liu Yitiao would not die but would be seriously injured and it was impossible for him to recover in a short period of time.

  But today, Liu Yitiao surprisingly appeared in the market again. He was still selling his small white vegetables, with that same annoying expression.

  For some reason, Wang Shuai couldn't stand the sight of Liu Yitiao. Without any reason, whenever he saw him, he would feel annoyed and would uncontrollably want to punch him.

  Wang Shuai swaggered with his tall body, step by step towards the stall where Liu Yitiao was. He saw that Liu Yitiao's expression didn't change, not even a hint of anger or fear. This was very unusual, as in the past, at this time, Liu Yitiao would either glare at him or clench his fists.

  But today, Liu Yitiao seemed to have ignored his arrival and continued to smile and sell his white leek to others.

  "Auntie! Look at my white radish, no rotten leaves, no mud or sand, truly genuine and affordable for young and old alike. Three catties for one cent, cheap and clean, how many do you want? I'll weigh it out for you, no more or less, won't cheat you." Liu Yitiao's smooth talk had the aunt in front of him completely bewildered, to the point where she was about to take out money to buy his radish, even skipping the crucial step of haggling over the price.

  Liu Yitiao smiled and collected the money, weighed the vegetables, and was in harmony with everyone. Using modern marketing methods to do business in ancient times is indeed invincible. From morning till now, he has already sold over a hundred kilograms of bok choy, and it's estimated that he will be able to go home soon.

  Suddenly, the crowd that had been surrounding Liu Yitiao's stall began to disperse and scatter far away, as if they were avoiding a plague. Then, a tall figure emerged from afar and walked towards Liu Yitiao.

  "Doing a pretty good business, aren't you?" Wang Shuai said with his arms crossed and eyes slanted at Liu Yitiao.

  "King Shuai?" Liu Yitiao narrowed his eyes, one of the purposes he came today was for him.

  To live a good life here, it's impossible without solving this fat guy in front of me.

  "Old rules, one hundred coins! Hand them over!" Wang Shuai stretched out his hand in front of Liu Yitiao, provokingly staring at him. In the past, Liu Yitiao would always get up and resist at this time. Ten times more taxes than others, Liu Yitiao couldn't afford it. He liked to see Liu Yitiao's angry eyes and the way he turned over and fought back, only then did he feel happy when fighting.

  "One hundred yuan is it? Here you go!" Liu Yitiao stuffed a prepared pouch of money into Wang Shuai's hand.

  "Huh?!" Wang Shuai looked at the purse in his hand in surprise, how could this be, was it because he was intimidated last time?

  Wang Shuai's mood had just changed from excitement to disappointment. He had already prepared his fists, but Liu Yitiao gave him a cloth bag, leaving him at a loss for what to do. To hit or not to hit, Wang Shuai rolled his eyes, hesitating, and soon his gaze fell on the white scallions in Liu Yitiao's basket.

  "One article of money for three catties, I'll give you the scale no matter how much." After receiving the receipt from Wang Shuai, Liu Yitiao sneered in his heart. Wang Shuai wanted to pick white scallions, which was completely within his expectations, and he could also imagine what would happen next.

  But before that, he still has to fulfill his duties as an ordinary citizen.

  "Disgusting! The white ones are too many and the green ones are too few, trash!" A white scallion flew out of Wang Shuai's hand and landed on the ground behind him.

  "Too small! Trash!" Another one flies out.

  "Too big! Trash!"

  "Too soft! Trash!"

  "Too hard! Trash!"

  ……

  In a short while, the only ten or so white scallions left in the basket were all thrown onto the empty land behind him by Wang Shuai. From start to finish, Liu Yitiao didn't have any extreme reactions, he just stood there with a smile, watching Wang Shuai throw his white scallions one by one.

  "Alright? That's thirteen cents in total. You can just forget about the last three cents, round it up to ten cents! Thanks!" Liu Yitia stretched out his hand in front of Wang Shuai, with exactly the same gesture as when Wang Shuai asked him for tax money earlier.

  "Money?!" Wang Shuai slapped Liu Yitiao's hand away with a loud smack, his eyes wide with anger as he growled: "You dare to ask for money after serving this stuff that could kill people?! I'm already showing you great mercy by not turning you in!"

  After finishing speaking, an earthenware gourd was about to hit Liu Yitiao's face. This was how he always greeted Liu Yitiao before.

  But this time, it was destined to be an accident. Wang Shuai's palm stopped ten centimeters from Liu's small face, and his hand came to a hard stop. Of course, this wasn't voluntary, because a hand had grabbed his wrist, gripping it tightly like an iron hoop.

  Wang Shuai was shocked in his heart, when did Liu Yitiao have such great strength?

  Liu Yitiao looked at Wang Shuai with a cold gaze, his eyes filled with pity. He whispered in Wang Shuai's ear: "I've been waiting for this moment!"

  A heavy fist hit Wang Shuai's chest, and Wang Shuai flew straight out.

  The inch punch of Jeet Kune Do.

  This was the only martial art that Liu Yitiao had practiced before, although he only had half a firework, not even one tenth of Mr. Lee's 100,000th, but it was not something that Wang Shuai, who didn't have any foundation, could withstand. All I know is that in his lifetime, Liu Yitiao once killed an ox with one punch.

  Liu Yitiao's blow was precise, a single punch injured the lung. Wang Shuai fell to the ground and spat out a mouthful of black blood, his entire face turned deathly pale. He wouldn't die, but he also wouldn't be able to live comfortably again. The lung meridian is the hardest to heal, Wang Shuai's life was as good as over. A cold smile appeared on Liu Yitiao's face.

  She picked up the basket and carefully gathered up the scattered white turnips that Wang Shuai had thrown to the ground, then Liu Yitiao stood quietly beside Wang Shuai, waiting for the arrival of the officials.

  "Hey, you're so reckless!" A familiar middle-aged man pushed through the crowd, it was Yang Bo Fang, who had saved Liu Yi Tiao last time. Yang Bo Fang glanced at Wang Shuai lying on the ground and gave Liu Yi Tiao a signal to run quickly.

  Liu Yitiao understood, and with a smile, he said to Yang Bofang: "Uncle Yang, don't worry, it's nothing. He won't die."

  "Oh?" Yang Bofang looked at Liu Yitiao with a puzzled expression, wondering why this kid wasn't anxious at all. Didn't he know the consequences of doing things this way, or did he have some other plan?

  Yang Shu looked at Liu's clear and calm eyes, his heart also calmed down. The young master of the Liu family has changed. He is no longer the reckless and impulsive youth he used to be.