Two people were kneeling in the middle of the open space.
The one on the left has a tall figure and long golden hair that should be dazzling in the sun, but at this moment it is messy and stuck to his sweaty forehead.
The one on the right is short and fat, with messy red hair hanging on his head like a flame that has been splashed with water.
The two of them were kneeling on the ground, one on the left and the other on the right, in exactly the same posture.
His hands hung by his sides, his back straight and stiff.
The right cheek was swollen, and the purple palm mark was clearly visible, forming a shocking arc on the skin.
"That's too much!"
Tang San clenched his fists, and his knuckles made a slight creaking sound from the exertion.
His eyes swept over the swollen cheeks of Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun, and the anger in his eyes almost solidified.
Xiao Wu followed closely behind him, his almond-shaped eyes widened and his pretty face full of indignation.
"Stop!"
Tang San walked to the center of the field and stood in front of Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun.
He raised his head, his eyes like daggers, piercing straight towards Dai Mobai sitting directly in front of him.
Dai Mobai is sitting on a rattan chair that can be seen everywhere on the street, with a casual and lazy posture, one leg resting on the other, holding a celadon tea cup in his hand, the fragrance of tea lingering.
Dai Mobai looked Tang San up and down.
His eyes were unhurried and slow, moving from Tang San's face to his shoulders, then to the clenched fists, and finally back to Tang San's eyes.
Dai Mobai raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.
The smile was very shallow, so shallow that it was almost invisible, but Tang San could see it clearly.
His heartbeat skipped half a beat at that moment, as if he was grabbed hard by something.
There was so much meaning in that look.
There was scrutiny, playfulness, and even a hint of inexplicable familiarity, but what made Tang San's heart stop the most was the penetration that was sharp enough to pierce his body.
Those eyes seemed to be able to see through a person from the inside out, revealing even his deepest hidden secrets.
Does he know me?
Tang San had this thought in his mind.
He was 100% sure that this was the first time he met this young man named Dai Mobai.
Before this, they had never had any intersection.
But the feeling of being seen through was too strong.
But what made Tang San even more nervous was the look in the eyes of the old man next to Dai Mobai.
The old man never looked at him directly from beginning to end.
But when Tang San rushed out, the old man turned his head slightly and glanced at him lightly.
The gaze didn't even stay on him for more than a breath before he looked away lightly.
But just this glance made Tang San's back tense up suddenly.
A chill shot up from the tailbone, climbed up the spine, and penetrated into the back of the head.
His scalp was numb, his hairs were standing on end, and his body was on alert uncontrollably.
This is the body's instinctive response to extreme fear.
Shrek Academy's dean and vice-dean are both Soul Saint level experts. Their pressure once made Tang San feel pressured, but it never made him feel afraid.
But just a look from this old man made him feel trembling like never before.
That was a feeling that neither Flender nor Zhao Wuji had ever given him.
This old man is probably stronger than the dean and Teacher Zhao.
Tang San sounded the alarm for himself in his heart.
There was a thin layer of sweat on his palms, but he forced himself to steady his breathing and did not take a step back.
Fortunately, Yang Wudi only glanced at him and then looked away.
The reason why Yang Wudi glanced at Tang San was because he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity in Tang San.
Tang San's figure, facial features, and even the expression between his brows all made him feel like he had seen him somewhere before.
Fortunately, Tang San's appearance took after his mother's.
That delicate face has more of the outline features of her mother's family.
If Tang San looks more like his father and Yang Wudi recognizes his true identity, then it is probably unknown whether he can leave this street alive today.
"Which of your eyes saw me making a move?"
Dai Mobai retracted his gaze from Tang San, lowered his head and took a sip of tea, with a bored tone.
Tang San's expression froze.
He glanced around subconsciously.
Dai Mobai really didn't take action.
He just sat on the wicker chair that could be seen everywhere on the street, watching Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun kneeling on the ground with interest, as if watching some kind of street performance.
There was playfulness and indifference in those eyes, but there was no trace of anger or excitement.
It was as if it was only natural for Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun to kneel before him.
"But I just want to say hello and want to get to know you. Isn't it a bit too much for you to be so harsh?"
Tang San changed his words, but his tone was still cold and hard.
When he met Oscar at the street corner just now, Oscar was already blushing and stammering about the cause and effect of the incident.
Oscar always spoke exaggeratedly, but from his intermittent narration, Tang San was able to piece together the general outline of what happened.
From Tang San's point of view, fat Evil Fire has an old problem. Although it is inappropriate to approach a good-looking girl and strike up a conversation, it is not a serious crime.
We are all of the same age, so what can we do if we make a few jokes?
Dai Mobai strikes so hard, knocking people to the ground and forcing them to kneel. This is the most abhorrent thing.
"Excessive?"
Dai Mobai chuckled lightly, not annoyed.
He slowly handed the teacup in his hand to Li Yue beside him.
Li Yue took it with both hands, his movements were smooth and smooth, without making a single sound.
Dai Mobai then looked at Tang San again, with a hint of a smile in his eyes.
"So, do you think being a gangster on the street is not a big deal?"
Tang San's brows furrowed.
"I don't think it's too much to strike up a conversation on the street."
He spoke word by word, his tone calm and firm.
"What's more, the person my brother struck up a conversation with was your maid, and it was because she looked outstanding and he just wanted to get to know her."
"What's the big deal if a few words are exchanged between young people?"
He paused, his eyes swept over the slap marks on Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun's cheeks, and his voice deepened.
"On the contrary, Your Excellency allows his subordinates to commit murders in the street, hurting people and forcing them to kneel down."
"Isn't such a big battle too domineering?"
In a few words, Tang San downplayed Ma Hongjun's behavior.
At the same time, he turned his attention to Dai Mobai, labeling him as "letting people commit crimes on the street".
"That's right!"
Xiao Wu poked his head out from behind Tang San, with his hands on his hips and his pretty face flushed red.
"The fat man has a very discerning eye. Not everything can catch his fancy."
"Being able to be chatted with by him means that your maid is pretty. Isn't this something you should enjoy secretly?"