"You're fucking cocky, aren't you? Listen, bitch, you'd better piss off now, or we'll beat you up too."
After getting a clear look at Ye Xunzhi, the man in charge snorted disdainfully.
Ye Xunzhi was about to speak when Cockscomb Head, sporting multicolored hair, came over enthusiastically carrying a large basket of groceries:
"Boss, I got them. These vegetables look great."
Seeing the familiar bags, Chen Ze exclaimed, "Ye Xunzhi, aren't those your groceries?!"
Ye Xunzhi: They really are!
"Oh, so these are your groceries." The man raised his chin and said with false courtesy, "Since they look pretty good, we'll graciously accept them. I suggest you stop making a fuss, or what happens to you..."
He chuckled twice, took out a tomato, threw it on the ground, and crushed it underfoot.
"This will be what happens to you."
"..." Ye Xunzhi stared at the tomato on the ground.
[I originally thought that occasionally sparing a life was better than building a seven-story pagoda, but now...]
Ye Xunzhi turned her stiff neck back one notch at a time. Under Chen Ze's increasingly horrified gaze, she took off her watch and placed it in his hand, the corners of her mouth lifting into an eerie smile.
"Watch closely."
"And see what it means to cut power lines with a kitchen knife, sparks and lightning flying all the way."
Ye Xunzhi tossed her phone to Chen Ze and said succinctly, "Go. Call the police."
"You fucking want to call the cops?!"
The leader was thoroughly enraged by the way Ye Xunzhi ignored them.
"I'm damn well going to teach you a lesson today."
He grabbed a wooden stick from the alley beside him and charged. Seeing this, his lackeys swarmed forward too, without the slightest concern about winning unfairly.
Chen Ze shouted,