Cultivators experiencing enlightenment are almost entirely immersed. They are essentially oblivious to the external world. Consequently, Qin Heng only became aware of the shop's upheaval after he awoke.

However, with his insight, he instantly discerned what had occurred: someone was actually attempting to forcibly demolish this shop!

Demolish this shop, filled with his cherished memories! They were courting death!

Qin Heng's gaze was glacial as he observed Han Wendong, viewing him as no more than an ant. To Qin Heng, such a lowlife was utterly insignificant. Indeed, there was no need for him to even lift a finger; such riffraff simply weren't worthy!

However, the thug Han Wendong remained oblivious to Qin Heng's formidable power. Upon hearing Qin Heng's words, he was momentarily stunned, staring at Qin Heng in disbelief before erupting into raucous laughter.

"What the fuck! What the fuck!? Who the hell do you think you are! Hahaha!"

Han Wendong clutched his stomach, laughing, then pointed his baseball bat at Qin Heng's nose and sneered, "You little punk, think you're hot shit just 'cause you're tall? Let me tell ya, I've crippled seventeen or eighteen pieces of trash like you! Kneel! Kneel down this instant and slap your own face!"

Qin Heng stood over six feet tall, nearly two meters. Most people felt intimidated by his presence and wouldn't dare provoke him; those audacious enough to do so usually had significant backing.

Han Wendong was one such person.

Though only about five feet seven inches tall, his attitude was incredibly arrogant—utterly brazen!

He had been running amok in this old district for two or three years. With several influential bosses supporting him, he lacked neither money nor manpower.

Thus, in Han Wendong's eyes, he could act with impunity in this territory.

Although Qin Heng was a stranger to Han Wendong, and they had never met, Han Wendong didn't believe Qin Heng was anyone important.

What a joke! Which dignitary would ever visit the old district? They should all be indulging in the city center! Let alone coming here for zhajiang noodles! This guy must be some destitute student from a nearby university. Unable to afford expensive meals, he had to detour to the old district for these cheap and filling zhajiang noodles.

Seeing Qin Heng rise to intervene, Chef Yang's eyes filled with gratitude.

However, he was more concerned; after all, the customer who had previously stood up against the injustice was already felled and lying on the ground. "Young man, I'm alright. Please, sit down. Don't get injured!"

In Chef Yang's heart, his customers' safety was paramount. He would rather suffer injury himself than allow his customers to be harmed; this was the guiding principle of his decades-long business.

"Thinking of sitting down now? In your dreams!" Han Wendong sneered, swinging the metal baseball bat. THWACK! It connected forcefully with Qin Heng's stool.

His strength was considerable; he appeared to have undergone training. The blow was powerful, its angle precise.

CRACK!

The stool, his target, was instantly smashed into two pieces!

HISS!

The surrounding crowd gasped, looking at Han Wendong with apprehensive awe. This thug has actually trained! The stools in this shop are incredibly sturdy! Yet this thug demolished one with a single strike! How terrifying! Such monstrous strength! If that bat struck a person, it would mean broken bones at best, or a life-threatening injury at worst! No wonder he managed to fell someone with one blow earlier! This is no ordinary thug! He's a formidable individual! A genuine ruffian!

The crowd's gaze towards Qin Heng now held a hint of pity. Having provoked such a thug, this seemingly ordinary young man is likely doomed. This thug, Han Wendong, will definitely not let him off the hook!

However, despite their pity for Qin Heng, no one dared to step forward. After all, the person who had intervened earlier was still on the ground, writhing in agony.

The customers in the shop watched the arrogant Han Wendong and Qin Heng, all remaining silent.

Conversely, the mood among the thugs outside grew increasingly fervent.

"Hahaha! The boss is amazing! The boss is badass!"

"He thrashed these weaklings into silence! He's so damn awesome!"

"No wonder he's the boss!"

In the eyes of these lackeys, their boss, Han Wendong, was exceptionally shrewd and mighty. Merely by storming into the shop, he had intimidated so many people into silence! He's truly incredible, overwhelmingly strong!

"Hey! You tall runt, why've you clammed up?"

A thug, forcing his way through the doorway and shoving Chef Yang aside to barge in, pointed at Qin Heng and sneered, "Weren't you acting all high and mighty earlier? Daring to be arrogant with our boss? Why so quiet now, huh?"

"Hahaha! I reckon this kid's just a yellow-belly!" another thug jeered, pointing at Qin Heng with utter mockery. "Our boss has dealt with loads like him. They act tough 'cause of their height, but they're just spineless cowards. The moment real trouble hits, they crumble!"

"So he's just an empty suit, all show and no substance! Hahahaha!" The other thugs erupted in laughter, their gazes filled with contempt as they clamored and jeered at Qin Heng.

"I bet this kid will be on his knees, kowtowing and begging our boss for forgiveness any second now."

"Damn right! He'll definitely chicken out. Can't you see he's too petrified to say a word? His legs have probably turned to jelly, hahaha!"

"Hasn't pissed his pants yet, has he? Hahaha! This is killing me!"

Waves of mockery drifted in from outside the door.

Hearing this, Han Wendong nodded in satisfaction. He looked at Qin Heng again and said, "Kid, you just kneel, kowtow, and apologize to me, your grandpa, and I'll graciously spare you this time. Remember to use your brain in the future. Know your damned place, and don't go blindly offending people you can't afford to provoke! Next time, I won't be so lenient! Kneel! Then get the hell out!"

"Kneel! Kneel! Kneel to the boss!!"

"Kneel! Kneel! Kneel to the boss!!"

"Trash! Weakling! Kneel and kowtow to our boss! Kneel!!"

The thugs outside roared with delight, utterly unrestrained!

BANG!

Wu Yuqing couldn't bear it any longer. She slammed her hand on the table and shot to her feet, addressing Han Wendong and his cronies, "You've gone too far! Is there no law in this land? This is Beijing!"

She had always believed Beijing boasted the nation's best public security, a place where thugs like these should be non-existent. Yet, the scene unfolding before her utterly shattered her perception of Beijing. Not only did thugs exist here, but they were also appallingly vicious and arrogant!

"Holy crap! A beauty! An absolute knockout!" Han Wendong suddenly exclaimed.

His attention had been entirely on Qin Heng, so he hadn't noticed Wu Yuqing. Now, upon seeing her, he was utterly dumbstruck, his eyes practically popping from their sockets. It was the first time in his life he had ever seen such a breathtakingly beautiful girl! Stunning! Absolutely stunning! This woman, I claim her!

Avarice gleamed in Han Wendong's eyes as he pointed at Qin Heng and sneered, "Trash! Leave the girl beside you, and you can get lost!"

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