"I'll buy a bottle of water and borrow a coil of mosquito incense." Jiang Ning took a bottle of PureYu Pure Water from the freezer, two yuan a bottle, and handed the boss a five-yuan bill.

The old man took out a coil of mosquito incense, broke it in half, and handed him the other half.

Then gave back fifty cents in change.

Jiang Ning: "Isn't the water two yuan?"

The old man showed no expression: "One coil of mosquito incense, two yuan fifty."

Bai Yuxia, originally just a bystander, slightly changed her expression. She had bought mosquito incense before, and even for a whole box with more than ten coils, it was only two or three yuan.

However, Bai Yuxia didn't speak up; she wasn't one to haggle over small things and ruin something big.

Jiang Ning: "This isn't even a full coil, it's half a coil."

The old man: "It's enough for you to use."

Jiang Ning put the water and mosquito incense back on the counter: "Forget it, I don't want it anymore, give me my money back."

The old man sneered: "I've already opened it, return it? No way!"

His face suddenly turned dark, and he shouted, "Get lost."

Bai Yuxia, hearing this, glanced at Jiang Ning, intending to resolve the situation through official means.

Jiang Ning suddenly laughed, cheerfully saying: "I was just looking for an excuse to deal with you."

He suddenly reached out with his left hand, crossing half a meter in an instant, grabbing the old man's neck accurately.

The old man's stiff face showed extreme astonishment; he was caught off guard.

He extended his hand, trying to grab the hand on his neck to break free, but he felt as if his neck was gripped tightly by iron tongs, with enormous force compressing his windpipe.

His struggling hands gradually dropped powerlessly.

Jiang Ning seemed to be lifting a chicken.

Bai Yuxia was still in shock, unable to comprehend why Jiang Ning would act so abruptly over half a coil of mosquito incense.

In her understanding, Jiang Ning was not a reckless person.

Moreover, in today's society, as a high school student, if Jiang Ning initiates a fight and someone catches him, he would undoubtedly pay a heavy price.

Bai Yuxia forcibly maintained her composure and advised: "Jiang Ning, put him down."

Jiang Ning didn't turn his head; he still held the old man, speaking calmly: "No worries."

Bai Yuxia, looking at his back, suddenly felt a towering unfamiliarity, and at the same time, her heart involuntarily throbbed as if her entire blood flow was being drawn by an invisible force.

It seemed she could also become such a person—if described concretely, it would be transcendent.

Bai Yuxia's heart flashed momentarily, stabilizing her conviction, discarding the absurd thoughts.

Jiang Ning let go, and the old man fell onto the glass counter, his windpipe making a "ho ho" sound as he greedily breathed in air.

Jiang Ning looked towards the partition door inside the shop, saying: "The phone should be inside."

Bai Yuxia could faintly hear the noise inside the door, and she turned to look outside. This side road was very desolate; even with Jiang Ning doing something like this on the street, no one noticed.

Bai Yuxia wanted to call the police, but she didn't have a phone.

Jiang Ning stepped towards the partition door. Bai Yuxia trusted his strength, yet immediately thought of many national, even world fighting champions, who had been hacked to death with knives on the street.

Many people claimed to break bricks with their bare hands or shatter stones with their chests, but Bai Yuxia had never heard of anyone who could withstand a kitchen knife.

Bai Yuxia wanted to stop him, but Jiang Ning had already pushed open the partition door. A heavy smell of cigarette smoke wafted towards him, and Jiang Ning swung his sleeve to disperse the smoke.

The people playing mahjong inside squinted their eyes when they saw the door open.

A bald big man shouted: "Where is Lao An?"

"Lao An, Lao An!" a chubby woman called out.

Jiang Ning interrupted the noise and said: "Lao An is asleep."

The bald big man swore: "Damn Lao An!"

Another man with a big gold chain asked: "Who are you, Lao An's relative?"

Jiang Ning showed his phone screen and said to everyone: "I'm not; I lost my phone, and I found this place through its location. Brothers and sisters, has anyone picked up an Apple phone?"

Upon hearing this, both the bald big man and the gold-chain man turned their eyes towards the makeup-wearing chubby woman.

The chubby woman's expression suddenly changed, and she shouted: "What nonsense is this little brat spewing? Get lost wherever you need to!"

Bai Yuxia didn't stand idly by; to prevent the situation from escalating, she stepped forward and gazed at the woman: "Auntie, if you have the phone and are willing to return it, I'll give you five hundred yuan."

After speaking, she took five bills out of her wallet.

Greed flickered across the chubby woman's face, but it vanished quickly. She knew she had found an Apple phone, worth several thousand yuan. Being offered five hundred was a joke to her.

The chubby woman ranted: "Get lost, girl, who took your phone? If you dare to slander me, I'll tear your face apart!"

She stared at Bai Yuxia's smooth, clean face with unabashed malice, the contempt of a middle-aged woman towards a young girl.

Bai Yuxia took a quiet step back; if Jiang Ning weren't there, she would have left without hesitation.

Jiang Ning raised his phone, pointing at the woman, and taunted: "The location indicates it's with you, doesn't it acknowledge that?"

The woman's heavily made-up face showed a sour expression, and she retorted: "Just because you say it's on me, it's on me? Call it out, will it respond?"

Jiang Ning: "Hey, Siri."

In the silent space, a mechanical voice suddenly sounded: "I'm here."

The chubby woman looked towards her handbag on the mahjong table, her face changing dramatically.

Jiang Ning: "See, it answered."

He reached out his hand, "Hand it over."

The chubby woman glanced at the three men at the same table. The gold-chain man immediately spoke: "Alright then, young man, how about a deal? Three thousand five, give me three thousand five, and you'll get your phone immediately!"

The bald big man chimed in: "Young man, that's a fair price; you've made a mistake, so you should pay a little price for it."

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