The next second, a formidable force from the sole of a shoe slammed into his face. His expression instantly twisted out of control. Accompanied by a scream, his body lost balance and toppled sideways.

Simultaneously, a blood-stained tooth flew from his mouth, tracing a perfect arc through the air, sailing past the crowd and heading straight for the curly-haired man!

At that moment, the curly-haired man was still bellowing.

"Beat him! Beat him to death for This Master! I'll cover the medical expenses! Today I... HMM... MHM... COUGH, COUGH, COUGH..."

The curly-haired man suddenly choked. He bent over, clutching his throat, and coughed for a long time before finally spitting out the tooth.

In that brief interlude, Xia Liang had already taken down the last man with an elbow strike and an over-the-shoulder throw.

When the curly-haired man looked up, he saw the brawl had ended. Bodies were strewn across the ground. Only Xia Liang remained standing, calmly straightening his clothes as he stepped onto a stool, smiling as he watched him.

Confronted with the unexpectedly formidable Xia Liang, the curly-haired man was somewhat panicked. He swallowed hard, trying to sound calm as he said, "Who are you? This has nothing to do with you. You'd better not meddle!"

Hearing this, Xia Liang laughed in anger and retorted, "Nothing to do with me? You have the fucking nerve to say this has nothing to do with me?"

With that, Xia Liang grabbed the curly-haired man by the nape of his neck, dragging him like a little chick over to his electric scooter, which lay amid the broken tables and stools.

"Come on, open your dog eyes and look closely!" he roared. "My new ride, it just arrived today! I haven't even warmed the seat, and you pick it up and smash it!

"What, you think anything can be a weapon in a street brawl?

"There were other scooters right next to it. I clearly saw you weren't targeting mine at first, so why the hell did you suddenly change your mind and go after my scooter? What, are you some kind of demolitions expert?"

Hearing this, the curly-haired man froze. He looked up at Xia Liang and said cautiously, "No, it's just... I tried to lift the others, but I couldn't! Your scooter seemed to be a cheap knockoff, at least half the weight of the others, so that's why..."

Before the curly-haired man could finish, Xia Liang slapped him on the back of the head and scolded, "Knockoff my ass! Who are you insulting? You're the knockoff! I hope all the inflatable dolls you buy from now on are cheap knockoffs! The kind that springs a leak with a single poke! My lil' scooter is made of over ninety percent carbon fiber, of course it's light! So what if it's light? Did its lightness provoke you? Is there something wrong with it being light? Is that your reason for smashing it?"

Xia Liang grew angrier as he spoke, unable to resist raising his hand and slapping the curly-haired man on the head again.

"You fucking idiot! If you want to fight, then fight! I wouldn't give a damn if you beat yourself back into your mother's womb! Why did your hands have to get itchy and smash my lil' scooter?"

Hearing this, the curly-haired man seemed to clutch at a lifeline, quickly shouting, "Hey, it's just an electric scooter! I'll pay you back for it, okay?"

Xia Liang sized him up from head to toe, then shook his head. "Hah. Forgive me for being blunt, but I don't think you have the financial capacity to compensate me. To put it simply, I don't think you can afford it!"

However, the mention of compensation seemed to restore the curly-haired man's confidence. He wrenched his arm free from Xia Liang's grasp, stood up, and straightened his clothes.

"Tch, who are you looking down on? It's just a crappy electric scooter, you think I can't afford it? I don't know where you get your confidence. Do you think it's a Maserati or a Rolls-Royce?"

As he spoke, the curly-haired man pulled a car key with a three-pointed star logo from his pocket and dangled it in front of Xia Liang's face. "See this?" he said proudly. "Mercedes GLC. On-the-road price of 530,000 Yuan. You think I'm going to be short on money for your broken-down scooter?

"Name your price. I'll transfer the money to you right now. Take it and get lost. Stop meddling in things that don't concern you!"

By now, after letting off some steam, Xia Liang had calmed down considerably.

In truth, for him, never mind six Yuan, even sixty, six hundred, or six thousand Yuan was not a large sum. Setting aside his various other assets, his bank card alone held a deposit of over one hundred thousand Yuan. The daily interest he earned from it was a substantial income.

The key issue was that Xia Liang was quite fond of this lil' scooter. As the saying goes, a lord's happiness cannot be bought with a thousand gold pieces. This "plain and simple" little scooter had brought him joy, and now, that joy was gone!

In just half a day, his joy had been destroyed by someone else's hands.

How could I fucking tolerate that? There's a saying: cutting off a person's fortune is like killing their parents, and destroying a person's joy is like... like what, again? I can't quite come up with it right now... In any case, these sons of bitches are insulting me! You hurt me, and you think you can just laugh it off? Impossible! A beating! He must be beaten!

Now, after dishing out a completely one-sided thrashing, Xia Liang felt an unprecedented sense of relief, feeling refreshed and exhilarated.

Since the beating was done, Xia Liang was no longer in a hurry. He found a mostly intact stool, set it up, and sat down. Crossing his arms, he looked at the man with a smirk and said, "Not much, not much. Just eleven Yuan."

The curly-haired man's eyes widened. "Fine! It's just eleven... wait, what did you say? Eleven Yuan!" he yelled, pointing at Xia Liang. "Are you robbing me? No, forget robbing, even robbing a bank isn't that fast at making money!"

Still smiling, Xia Liang calmly shook his head and replied,

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