"Dumbass, just like the crops of the south, yielding three times a year without catching a breath."

Wang Dajun's face looked utterly unpleasant, just like the non-stop southern crops right now.

"Hmph, damn Lin Hai, wait for it, one day I will return today's humiliation to you tenfold," Wang Dajun thought sinisterly and furiously.

...

On the way to find the instructor, Lin Hai was dozing off; right now, he just wanted to meet the instructor.

Ouyang Xiaoya glanced at Lin Hai's dozing posture, feeling somewhat speechless; one of his hands was stuffed inside his pants, and the other hand was propping his head, which looked quite indecent.

"Lin Hai, why do you like to put your hand inside your pants when you sleep?" Ouyang Xiaoya quietly reminded and asked.

Lin Hai lazily looked at the CEO and said indifferently, "A soldier always needs to hold onto his weapon, as long as the weapon is there, the person is."

"..."

Everyone in the car was speechless, the CEO's face turned red and he huffed without making a sound.

By evening, in the night market of Zhonghai city, a stand located in a secluded corner was filled with customers, served by a middle-aged man with an honest smile, busy tending to them.

Yet, his limping movements, walking with difficulty and at a slow pace, seemed as if he had a leg disability from an injury.

"Old Limp Man, you're too stingy, can't you hire a waiter?"

Someone half-jokingly shouted; the limping middle-aged man just responded with a smile, remaining silent, systematically serving the barbecue.

Returning to the grill, Old Limp Man tapped his leg a few times—it was no use; on rainy days, his leg always hurt, alas.

Next to Old Limp Man's stall was a young girl selling cool tea, occasionally helping him out when she was not busy.

Lin Hai, along with Ouyang Xiaoya, Ren Bingfei, and the dumbass Wang Dajun, followed the address provided by the military and found this place.

Looking at the stubborn figure, limping yet persistently serving food to customers and continuing to work hard, Lin Hai's eyes moistened.

Such a familiar figure, now lacking the past pride but enriched with the sediment of time and vicissitudes.

Especially when Old Limp Man turned around, Lin Hai seemed to see the image of his old instructor charging towards the enemy without looking back.

"It's the instructor, the instructor!"

Lin Hai took a deep breath, feeling as though the air was searing his chest, unable to dispel a surging gloom.

Ouyang Xiaoya, also affected by the intangible emotions radiating from Lin Hai, subconsciously grasped Lin Hai's arm, trying to soothe his feelings.

Lin Hai had never imagined, his instructor, that proud and haughty man, could have such a deteriorated appearance.

Even the basics of the fighting techniques he uses now were once generously taught by the figure before him.

Though Lin Hai has now outshone his teacher.

But in his eyes, the instructor will always be his instructor, both a teacher and a friend, like a brother and a father.

"No, I must bring him back to Huadu!" Lin Hai's mind became more resolute in his thoughts.

With a bang—

A table was forcefully flipped over, bottles of wine and food scattered all over the ground.

Patrons at the stall scrambled away in panic.

"Old Limp Man, why is the protection money short this month?" An extremely arrogant voice suddenly erupted.

A fierce and menacing man appeared, leading a group of over a dozen thugs with dyed multicolored hair, marching menacingly toward Old Limp Man.

"Brother Long, let's talk this over calmly, I just paid the protection money a few days ago..." Old Limp Man hurriedly pleaded in a low voice.

"Damn it, that little amount isn't even enough to fill a tooth gap, I think you don't want to live anymore."

The man called Brother Long savagely kicked Old Limp Man in the shoulder.

With a bang, Old Limp Man heavily fell against a table behind him, and a wine bottle smashed on his head, immediately causing blood to flow profusely.

"Brother Long, I apologize, I'll make up for the remaining money in a few days, please have mercy." Old Limp Man, not even bothering to wipe the blood from his forehead, quickly scrambled up, tremblingly explained.

"You crippled fool, I'm giving you one last chance, or I'll kill you." Brother Long said fiercely.

"Thank you, Brother Long, thank you." Old Limp Man repeatedly pleaded in a low voice.

Nearby, the cool tea girl hurriedly ran over to help Old Limp Man stand.

"Huh? I just realized, there's a beauty here. Old Limp Man, is she your daughter? Tsk, I didn't expect that, she's quite pretty. Forget about the protection money, hand over your daughter, let the guys have a good time tonight, and afterwards, let her work on the reflexology street. I guarantee she'll live comfortably."

Brother Long eyed the cool tea girl, a lecherous expression on his face, saliva almost drooling out, one hand indecently touching his pants while the other hand reached for the girl's chin.

"Brother Long, no, she's not my daughter, please let her go," Old Limp Man quickly shouted.

Lin Hai also saw the girl who sold cool tea, wasn't she the same one who secretly watched Japanese adult movies on his phone before? How did she end up in Zhonghai, selling cool tea here?

"No, you stay away from me." The cool tea girl shrieked in terror at Brother Long's hairy and disgusting palm.

"Hehe, Old Limp Man, you're unexpectedly lucky. How about this, kneel down and knock your head three times, and lick my shoes clean, and I'll let you off the hook today." Brother Long sneered vindictively, planning to humiliate Old Limp Man first before reneging on his promise, and forcibly taking the cool tea girl away to have a rough night with her later.

In Lin Hai's eyes, these thugs were simply courting death. The instructor, even if crippled, was once a first-class expert, who could effortlessly crush them with one hand.

But unexpectedly, Old Limp Man, upon hearing Brother Long's words, blurted out, "Brother Long, really? You promise to let her go?"

"Hehe, what Brother Long says is worth its weight in gold, Old Limp Man, make up your mind," said a thug with white-dyed hair nearby.

Old Limp Man took a deep breath, actually preparing to kneel.

Lin Hai's eyes widened in disbelief, was this the instructor who used to detest evil? Where was the fiery spirit?

"No, Uncle Limp, you can't kneel," the cool tea girl hurriedly intervened, stopping Old Limp Man. Having been pursued by the City Management Captain's son in Huadu for her looks, she had no choice but to flee to Zhonghai. Over the past months, Old Limp Man had helped and looked after her, for which she was grateful, voluntarily helping him manage his business daily.

Through their interactions, the cool tea girl felt reminiscent of the time she was an orphaned child, being looked after by an older brother figure on the streets.

"Hmph, Old Limp Man, you refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit?" Brother Long snorted from his nostrils, arrogantly tilting his head, looking down at Old Limp Man with a gaze full of threatening malice.

Watching this scene, Lin Hai could no longer stand by, his eyebrows tightly furrowed into a frown, fists clenched tightly, knuckles cracking, he was about to take action!

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