"Why should I give you an explanation? I'm not your dad, do I need to spoil you?"

Su Ming responded casually upon hearing this.

Shen Mengxue and Lin Yanan exchanged glances and couldn't help but chuckle.

The green-haired man's face increasingly showed anger upon hearing this.

Initially, he intended to chat up Lin Yanan and Shen Mengxue, but was met with rejection.

So he decided to provoke Su Ming, hoping to salvage some face.

But unexpectedly, Su Ming didn't give him face, instead making him lose face even more.

Even his dignity was crushed on the ground, trampled fiercely, making him look like a clown.

"Damn it! Have I been too lenient with you? If I don't show you some colors today, Chen Bing would be mixing on this street for nothing!"

The green-haired man's name was Chen Bing, known as a "Ghost Fire" youth, and he was familiar with local social figures.

Simply put, he was a reckless racing youth, plus a green-haired thug.

After Chen Bing said this, he immediately picked up a bottle from the table, ready to smash it brutally on Su Ming's head.

Shen Mengxue paled at the sight.

She saw Su Ming still calmly sitting there without any movement, and her heart was extremely anxious.

Lin Yanan gazed at Su Ming's sharp features, her face showing calmness without any emotional fluctuations.

She had seen Su Ming's prowess before.

Knowing that this kind of external bravado, in fact, had no combat skills.

Relying entirely on brute strength, these thugs were no match for Su Ming at all.

Suddenly, Su Ming extended a whip kick directly at Chen Bing's knee.

Chen Bing immediately knelt to the ground, the bottle slipped from his hand and flew upward due to inertia.

Then it smashed into his head.

As it was a foreign liquor bottle, it was quite solid, so it didn't break immediately.

"Ah!" Along with a scream, blood ran down Chen Bing's face.

Filled with fury, he glanced at Su Ming with a venomous look, then attempted to stand up.

Su Ming delivered another whip kick, knocking his other leg to the ground.

The green-haired man then noticed Su Ming holding a bottle pressed against his shoulder.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get up, only able to kneel before Su Ming in embarrassment.

Su Ming didn't even glance at him, merely downed a glass of foreign liquor.

He then spoke calmly, "If any of you dare to come closer, I'll smash this bottle on his head. With my strength, he probably won't survive."

The seven thugs behind trembled instantly, no longer daring to approach.

Because they felt that Su Ming's voice, though not loud, carried a chilling intent.

Making them feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave, chilled to the bone.

They were just a bunch of ghost fire youths in their twenties.

Though usually adopting a fierce demeanor ready to fight or kill, they at most caused minor injuries with clubs or bottles.

They didn't even dare use weapons like knives, fearing significant harm leading to severe consequences.

Merely provoking fights, engaging in brawls, at most resulting in ten or so days in detention before release.

But using controlled weapons might lead to charges of intentional harm or even murder.

That would mean jail time, spending at least several years behind bars, thus they didn't dare risk lives.

They heard Su Ming casually say that if they moved a step closer.

He might end Chen Bing's life at any moment.

His nonchalant tone speaking harsh words instilled deep fear in these ghost fire youths.

Chen Bing's face had turned white by now, beads of sweat formed on his forehead, shaking like a sieve.

He saw Su Ming suppress him with a single hand and bottle, rendering him immobile.

He instantly realized Su Ming was trained, actually possessing the strength to crush his head.

"Bro, it's my lack of judgment for daring to offend a skilled person like you. Please forgive me, I was young and foolish."

Chen Bing pleaded helplessly.

"Get lost." Su Ming said, tossing the bottle aside calmly.

Su Ming saw the thug was young and acted impulsively.

So after his plea, Su Ming decided not to pursue further.

Seeing this, Chen Bing hobbled away, fleeing into the distance.

The group of thugs that was just aggressive at the food stall disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Lin Yanan's delicate face showed a faint smile, admiration and worship briefly flashing in her eyes.

Although she had seen Su Ming take on many before with a mighty appearance.

Seeing it again, she couldn't help but immerse herself in Su Ming's calm and domineering demeanor.

Shen Mengxue had witnessed Su Ming intimidating a group of thugs in the Emperor Bar last time.

At that time, she felt very reassured.

But seeing Su Ming alone suppressing a group of thugs again.

Her heart couldn't stop pounding, admiration for Su Ming appearing on her face.

Shortly after, the three finished eating and planned to find a hotel to rest.

Just as they stepped out of the stall, chaotic sounds echoed from the distant night.

"Brother Tang, it's right here! Look, that bastard hasn't left yet!"

At this moment, Chen Bing and those thugs called over more people.

They surrounded Su Ming and the others at the stall entrance.

Shen Mengxue's face immediately showed panic.

Though she knew Su Ming was skilled, the number was too overwhelming, at least twenty people.

As the saying goes, two fists can't match four hands, she felt no matter how strong Su Ming was, he couldn't handle so many.

Chen Bing wore a taunting smile, looking at Su Ming with extreme animosity.

"Kid, weren't you so capable just now? Threatening to smash my head with a bottle, show me your arrogance again!"

Chen Bing hid behind the crowd, still not daring to get too close to Su Ming, snickering from a distance.

Recalling Su Ming's deterrence at the stall, he still felt anxious.

Seeing Su Ming silent with a calm face, standing still.

Chen Bing felt satisfaction, thinking Su Ming was helpless against so many people.

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