What? The person who burned his beard isn't the fat guy, then who the hell could it be, a ghost? And he even cursed at me, this is utterly intolerable, unbearable even for an uncle, let alone me. Upon hearing this, Carl's fury spiked even higher, his rage flaring up, but then, just as it was burning fiercely, he suddenly calmed down, leaned even closer to the fat guy with an exceptionally gloomy expression, and said with a mocking tone, "Very good, that's excellent. I'll allow you to rephrase your words one more time."

This time, Carl's voice was very calm, but within that calmness, there was an icy chill so cold it felt bone-piercing, or rather a killing intent would be more accurate to describe it.

"So, so... was it me? Yes or no?" The fat guy hesitated as he sought Carl's opinion, acting like he was the wronged party, with a tone that conveyed 'If you say it was me, then it was. If you say it wasn't, then it wasn't', cautiously probing.

The surrounding crowd burst into laughter, men laughing so heartily that sighs and chuckles poured out incessantly, and women laughing so hard they couldn't straighten their waists...

This silly fat guy was obviously terrified by Carl, to the point where he couldn't even figure out what was happening.

Carl suddenly felt hugely aggrieved, "You dumb fat guy, I'm asking you again, it's not a question for me!"

"Well... if you say it's so, then it is. If not, then not, blame me then."

Go blame your fucking self, Carl was about to blow his top when he heard that, he felt like his head was about to turn green. He had been through the criminal underworld over these years, accustomed to seeing life and death, living in limbo between killing and being killed, yet he had never felt as pathetic as he did in this moment.

What the hell does 'if you say it is, then it is, if you say it isn't, then it isn't' mean? But clearly, anyone with eyes could see that this silly fat guy was completely scared out of his wits, scared into irrationality, desperately trying to protect himself to the extent that he's lost all sense of decency and looked like a complete fool, Carl couldn't help but feel an urge to tear his hair out.

For a moment, Carl zoned out completely... contemplating life, even he himself felt caught in an inexplicable contradiction. "You can't be this fucking stupid," Carl thought, feeling like he was playing the lute to a cow—accustomed to being strong-handed, now he just wanted the fat guy to say something fair, to admit that he burned his beard, and then Carl wanted to repay him in a way a thousand times more cruel.

But as it turned out, the fat guy was entirely unaware of the act of burning his beard, which left Carl feeling like an educated scholar who encounters an insubordinate soldier.

Carl privately vowed, he must make this stupid fat guy realize the error he has committed, and personally confess it.

So Carl suppressed the raging anger in his heart, and deliberately wasted a minute to have the bartender pull up the surveillance footage. Although the local environment was harsh and the technological development was very backward, resulting in chaos, old surveillance equipment like this was not uncommon on Colonial Planet 103. You could often purchase some from underground venues, electronic repair centers, and through black market dealers.

However, for ordinary people, especially in the face of serious issues like this, no one dared to ask the bar owner Sara to pull the surveillance footage; firstly, because it inherently damages the reputation of the bar, and secondly, Sara is usually very busy and rarely visits this bar.

And who is Sara? A thirty-something, still charmingly seductive female celebrity. But that's not the point; the important thing is, rumors had it that Sara was acquainted with 'Feng Yi'. Of course, no one knew whether this rumor was true, and indeed, nobody had ever witnessed any interaction between Sara and Feng Yi.

Rumors are always just rumors, but once things are associated with the unfathomable Feng Yi of Seventh District, even the leading dark forces of Colonial Planet 103 would not want to recklessly risk offending Feng Yi by clashing with Sara. Of course, what everyone feared was not Sara per se, but Feng Yi, who used to run rampant on Colonial Planet 103.

43-year-old Feng Yi was well beyond the age of doubt. Supported by his fierce strength, Feng Yi looked not much different from his younger self, with only the depths of his eyes becoming more inscrutable.

Speaking of returning to one's roots, Feng Yi would always find time to return to Colonial Planet 103 every year. Lasso's grave was built here, and has become a protected site for various underground gangs—no one knows what dreadful consequences might ensue if Lasso's grave were to be desecrated. It is known that Feng Yi, this fugitive, is not an easy man to talk to. Initially, he left a word for the underworld forces of Seventh District to take good care of this place, and then he was gone.

In the blink of an eye, over 20 years have passed, and this seems to have become a tradition among the local gangs.

But today is not like any other day, today is different! Even after pulling the surveillance footage, Carl still had to make the fat guy realize how stupid his action was. Besides, Sara was not present, and he, Carl, thought he was the one who was wronged. After all, he didn't strike the fat guy first; the fat guy took the initiative to burn off his beard, so on this front, Carl stood on a high moral ground. Therefore, Carl had the guts to order the waiter to retrieve the surveillance footage; he wanted the fat guy to acknowledge his mistake in person.

Soon, the surveillance video was brought over...

Seeing the fat guy's helpless expression on the video, Carl had already sentenced him to death in his heart. There were many ways to carry out the sentence, and at that moment, he was pondering how to deal with the silly fat guy later.

From the moment the fat guy entered the bar, to when Carl made contact with him, and then as he took out a lighter and lit it, everything happened just as everyone had expected; the video showed indeed it was the fat guy who accidentally burned Carl's beard with a lighter.

"Fat guy, did you see that?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaobo nodded blankly... as if he finally understood.

"So, was it you, you flying pig, who burned off my beard?"

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