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The golden flames collided with the purple fleshy ball, creating a blast of charred air.

Han Dehai's old face twisted into a pretzel in the slime, then shrank back into the crack in the ground along with the lump of rotten flesh.

The eerie purple light was split open, and sunlight shone through the gap onto the tip of Li Haotian's slippers.

"Haotian, that meatball has run away."

Lin Mo hid behind the flower bed, still clutching the cotton candy skewer tightly in her hand.

Li Haotian put away the bronze dagger and breathed warm air into his palm.

"They ran away, and they smell like spoiled canned food. It makes me want to vomit."

He shook off the purple mud from the soles of his shoes and pointed to the base of a dilapidated wall that was smoking not far away.

"We can't stay here any longer. Chen Dong and his gang will be here soon. We need to find a place to fill our stomachs first."

The two slipped into the alley, avoiding the still-screaming creditors from the Han family.

The old town area of ​​Donghai City has not been completely demolished yet, and there are haphazardly strung electrical wires everywhere in the narrow alleys.

A simple shed stood at the corner, with several greasy rags hanging from the edges of the shed.

Several faded red characters were written on the wooden board: Authentic clear soup noodles, 200 yuan a bowl.

Li Haotian stopped and stared at the sign for a long time.

"At this price point, did the owner used to sell cut cakes?"

Lin Mo tugged at his clothes and sniffed the air with her little nose.

"It doesn't taste good, but my stomach is growling."

Li Haotian sighed and took out a few crumpled red bills from his pocket and counted them.

"Alright, there aren't any other restaurants nearby right now, let's just make do with this for now."

The two sat on wobbly folding chairs, the wooden table covered with a layer of greasy residue that couldn't be washed off.

The stall owner was bald, with a gold necklace as thick as a finger around his neck, and was using a large ladle to poke the water in the pot.

He glanced sideways at Li Haotian's tattered security guard uniform.

"How many bowls do you want?"

The bald man had a loud voice like a broken gong, and a mouthful of yellow teeth was sticking out.

"Two bowls of noodles, with plenty of chopped green onions."

Li Haotian put his hands in his sleeves, looking like an honest, simple man who had come to the city to work.

The bald man didn't move, but slammed the large spoon heavily onto the cutting board.

"Pay first, then eat the noodles, that's the rule."

He pointed to the sign on the wall that read 200 yuan, his tone incredibly arrogant.

Li Haotian paused for a moment, then tapped the table with his fingertip.

"Boss, are these noodles handmade, or is there gold powder mixed into the flour?"

"Even the most expensive bird's nest porridge at the Donghai Hotel isn't as outrageous as this."

Upon hearing this, the bald man sneered and revealed a section of his arm covered in a tiger tattoo.

"Stop talking nonsense to me. Don't you even know who's in charge here?"

"If you don't want to eat, then get out of here and don't block Grandpa's way of making money."

As soon as he finished speaking, three burly men came out of the dark little house behind him.

These people were all wearing black tank tops and carrying thick iron chains.

The leader, a man with a scarred face, cracked his knuckles.

"Tiger, is someone trying to dine and dash?"

The bald man took the cigarette from the scarred man, put it in his mouth, tilted his head, and lit it.

"There's this clueless, poor security guard who thinks our noodles are too expensive."

Li Haotian looked at the three burly men who had surrounded him, his eyes still fixed on the steaming pot.

"I'm an honest man. I just came here to fill my stomach. I didn't intend to cause any trouble."

"Selling two bowls of clear soup noodles for four hundred is just not fair."

Scarface spat on the ground, the iron chain rattling loudly in his hand.

Whether it suits you or not, you'll have to ask me about the chain in my hand.

"You have to pay me today, whether you like it or not."

Lin Mo sat next to Li Haotian, looking down and playing with his fingers, without saying a word.

She seemed completely oblivious to the chains around her, only concerned with the white smoke coming from the pot.

"Brother Dazhu, I'm really hungry."

Li Haotian nodded, took his hand out of his sleeve, and placed it on the yellowed tabletop.

"Boss, I'll ask you one more time, do you absolutely have to take this money?"

The bald stall owner blew smoke from his nostrils and stomped the cigarette butt under his foot.

"Nonsense, if you're short even a penny, I'll chop off your two hands to settle the debt."

Li Haotian sighed and slowly pulled two red banknotes out of his pocket.

"Okay, since that's the rule, I'll pay now."

He held the money in his hand, his movements appearing slow, as if he were carefully sorting out each bill.

The bald stall owner had just begun to smile smugly when he reached out to take it.

With a slight flick of his finger, Li Haotian sent the two banknotes flying horizontally onto the table.

There was no sound of wind, nor any violent impact.

The two limp red bills made a dull thud the moment they touched the wood.

It sounded like a sharp blade cutting into tofu.

The edge of the banknote was embedded directly into the half-inch thick solid wood tabletop, leaving only half of it exposed to the air.

The wooden board had several tiny, spiderweb-like cracks that just barely held the coins in place.

The bald stall owner's hand froze in mid-air, his eyes nearly popping out of his head.

He instinctively reached out with both hands, grabbed the edge of the banknote, and pulled it outwards with all his might.

His face turned bright red, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

The wooden table wobbled as he moved, while the two pieces of paper remained motionless, like steel plates embedded in the wood.

"This money...this money is suspicious!"

The bald man cried out in alarm and turned to greet the three burly men.

"What are you standing there for! Pull it out for me!"

The three tattooed men were stunned. They dropped their chains and started straining around the table.

The four men trembled as if they were pulling up radishes, even the fleshy parts of their faces were shaking.

Li Haotian had already stood up and casually took a freshly made jianbing guozi from the stove next to him.

This was the stall owner's lunch, which he had originally prepared for himself; it was only half-finished.

"You're probably not losing out by buying this thing for two hundred yuan."

He handed the jianbing guozi to Lin Mo, then turned to look at the four idiots who were still sweating.

"This table isn't very stable, so take your time playing with it and don't hurt your back."

He took Lin Mo's hand and slowly walked towards the alley entrance.

Lin Mo took the steaming hot pancake, took a small bite, and her eyes sparkled.

"Brother Dazhu, this pancake is even warmer than the cotton candy from before."

Li Haotian didn't turn around, but he heard a dull cracking sound behind him.

Because the two banknotes were embedded at an extremely tricky angle, they cut right through the core load-bearing beam of the solid wood table.

In addition, the four strong men had just pulled upwards with all their might, completely disrupting the balance of forces.

"Boom!"

The entire wooden shed, along with the heavy iron pot, collapsed down the slope on the spot.

Scalding hot noodle soup was spilled all over the ground, and the tattooed men were pressed under the broken wooden planks, uttering pitiful pleas for mercy.

The bald stall owner was stuck at the bottom, still gnawing on the broken piece of wood with money attached to it.

"Money...my money..."

His voice carried a chilling coldness, and the entire table in front of him seemed to fall apart.

Those red bills remained stuck firmly in the wood, like a mocking grimace.

As Li Haotian walked out of the alley, he saw Chen Dong's Hummer convoy parked swiftly on the side of the road.

Chen Dong jumped out of the car and immediately spotted the tattered plastic bag in Li Haotian's hand.

"Brother Dazhu, where have you been begging for alms this time?"

He looked at the fresh dust on Li Haotian's body, then at the dust rising from the depths of the alley.

"Was there an explosion inside just now? I heard someone screaming like a pig being slaughtered."

Li Haotian waved his hand, stuffed the remaining half of the pancake into his mouth and chewed it.

"Don't even mention it. I ran into a boss who wanted to overcharge me, and I tried to reason with him."

"Turns out the table was of poor quality and collapsed on its own; it had nothing to do with me."

Chen Dong's eyelids twitched, and he looked back at the pile of rubble.

He knew all too well what Li Haotian meant by "reasoning".

I bet those guys inside never want to see a banknote again in their lives.

Lin Mo swallowed the last bite of the jianbing guozi and carefully patted the crumbs off his hands.

"Brother Dazhu, you're such a good person."

Li Haotian looked down at the little change left in his pocket with a bitter expression.

"Being a good person isn't for nothing; those two hundred yuan are my cigarette money for tomorrow."

"Chen Dong, remember to reimburse me when you get back; this is considered an official expense."

Chen Dong quickly nodded and bowed, then opened the Hummer's door.

"Report, report, report double! Academician Wang has been urging us at the bureau several times, saying he needs to examine Ms. Lin's neurological responses."

Li Haotian got into the car and leaned his head back in the seat.

"Check her my ass, she can eat, drink, and sleep well now, she's even stronger than me."

The Hummer engine roared, leaving a plume of black smoke as it sped into the main road.

The man with the monocle was squatting next to the trash can by the roadside.

He held a specially made sensor in his hand, and the screen was displaying extremely high energy wave values.

That sound came from the direction of that little noodle stall.

The man glanced at the Hummer disappearing into the traffic, a stiff smile appearing on his lips.

"To be able to cut through five-centimeter-thick mahogany with just two sheets of paper, that's definitely an improvement in control."

He pressed the communicator, his voice low and deep, as if he were underwater.

"The harvester crew is ready to enter; the target has left Jinghaiting."

"Avoid Dragon Shield's eyes and ears, and make your move over the cross-sea bridge."

He turned his head and stared at the drain on the ground.

Suddenly, streams of deep purple foam surged from the once calm waterway.

The smell of rotting lilies once again filled the streets in the early morning.

Li Haotian was sitting in the car when he suddenly sneezed.

He turned his head to look out the window and could see the cross-sea bridge in the distance.

The bridge was shrouded in a light mist, and several workers in yellow raincoats were busy at work there.

It was a bright, sunny day, but those people had their hats pulled down extremely low, and the wrenches they were carrying were abnormally large.

"Chen Dong, when did your Dragon Shield team start taking charge of bridge repairs?"

Li Haotian asked casually, his hand already touching the hilt of the dagger at his lower back.

Chen Dong paused for a moment and glanced at the radar screen.

"No, bridge maintenance is the responsibility of the municipal department. What's wrong?"

Li Haotian narrowed his eyes, a faint golden-red glint appearing deep within his pupils.

From his vantage point, he could see purple, sticky fluid seeping from under the workers' raincoats.

"parking."

His voice suddenly became calm.

Before Chen Dong could react, he slammed on the brakes, leaving a ten-meter-long black trail on the ground from the wheelchair.

"Brother Dazhu, what's wrong?"

Li Haotian didn't reply, but simply pushed Lin Mo into the back seat of the car.

He opened the car door, slipped on his slippers, and walked onto the asphalt road.

The wind blew across the bridge, carrying a nauseating fishy smell.

The "workers" at the bridgehead slowly straightened up and took off their hoods.

That's not a human face at all.

Their scalps split open, revealing purple brain nuclei covered in suction cups.

Li Haotian exhaled the last tobacco leaf.

"Looks like someone has arranged this post-meal digestive exercise for us."

The bronze dagger slipped back into his palm.

The blade flashed a chilling, menacing glint in the sunlight.