I started by watching videos, and I chose 10,000 combat power.

The store manager was a woman in her mid-thirties with shoulder-length curly hair, wearing a well-fitting dark blue suit and black high heels. When she ran out of the back office, her expression was anxious and flustered.

She first glanced at the overturned shelves and the goods scattered on the floor, then at Zhou Haibo, whose face was swollen like a pig's head, and finally her gaze fell on Luo Fei, her lips trembling slightly.

She quickly pulled out her phone, dialing a number while shouting to the shop assistant, "Call security! I'm calling the police!"

After making the call to the police, she took a deep breath, winked at the young shop assistant behind the counter to signal her not to panic, and then turned to Luo Fei, trying to keep her voice calm: "Sir, please don't leave yet. We've already notified the mall security and called the police. We'll discuss how to handle the situation when the police arrive."

Her tone was calm and impartial, but her eyes clearly showed more apprehension towards Zhou Haibo's side.

She recognized the young man; he had visited several times, each time with a different female companion, and he spent money lavishly. She had heard that his family owned an electronics factory and had connections in Lushi.

Zhou Haibo covered his face, supported by the woman, and leaned against the counter, panting heavily.

Half of his face was swollen and shiny, blood was still dripping from the corner of his mouth, and the resentment in his eyes was deepening little by little.

When he heard the store manager say that the police had been called, he twitched his lips, wanting to laugh, but the movement aggravated his wound, causing him to wince in pain.

"Call the police?" His voice was muffled, but his arrogance remained undiminished. "Fine. I want to see how the police deal with this assailant when they get here."

He pointed at Luo Fei, his finger trembling, whether from anger or pain, it was hard to tell: "You just wait, you bastard. This isn't over yet."

The woman chimed in, her voice shrill and high-pitched: "That's right! You think you're right to hit someone? Wait until the police get here, then we'll see what you have to say! Let me tell you, my boyfriend isn't someone to mess with, you'll be going to jail!"

Li Xiulan and Luo Weidong stood to the side, their faces ashen.

Li Xiulan's lips were trembling. She wanted to say something, but her throat felt like it was blocked by something.

She had never been arrested or dealt with the police in her life, but now that her son had assaulted someone for her sake and might be arrested, her mind went blank.

Luo Weidong was slightly calmer than his wife, but not much better.

He took two steps forward, blocking Luo Fei's path, and said to Zhou Haibo, "You were the ones who started the insults, insulting my wife, insulting my son... What right do you have to insult people?"

His voice trembled slightly, but his back was ramrod straight.

Zhou Haibo scoffed, glancing sideways at Luo Weidong: "Swearing? So what if I swear at you? Your son assaulted someone, that's intentional assault! Don't you understand? Get ready to go to jail!"

Li Xiulan's tears finally fell.

She grabbed Luo Fei's arm, her voice hoarse: "Xiao Fei, let's apologize to them, let's not make this a big deal..."

Luo Fei turned his head and looked at his mother.

Her eyes were red, tears streaming down her cheeks, and her rough hands gripped his sleeve tightly, as if afraid he would be snatched away if he let go.

His heart felt as if something had clenched it tightly.

He raised his hand and gently patted the back of his mother's hand, his voice soft and gentle: "Mom, it's okay. Don't be afraid."

Then he took out his phone, found Lao Wu's number, and was about to dial it when his phone vibrated first.

Old Wu's message popped up: "Mr. Luo, I'm nearby. I saw the whole thing and found out who that person is. His name is Zhou Haibo. His family owns an electronics factory in Lushi, not too big, not too small, and they have some connections locally. Don't worry, I've already notified the leaders in Lushi, and someone will handle it. You can relax and spend time with your parents; it won't affect your sea trip."

After reading the message, Luo Fei paused on the screen for a moment, then pressed the dial button.

I answered the phone after it rang once.

Old Wu's voice was calm and steady: "Mr. Luo, please rest assured. I have already coordinated things in Lushi. You are not at fault in this matter; the other party started the insults, and you only stopped them. I will handle the follow-up matters; you don't need to worry about it."

Luo Fei paused for two seconds, then said, "I'm sorry to have troubled you."

Old Wu chuckled softly on the other end of the phone, replying in a relaxed tone, "Mr. Luo, you're too kind. You've sacrificed so much for the country; this is nothing. Just focus on spending time with your aunt and uncle; leave everything else to me."

Luo Fei grunted in agreement, hung up the phone, put away his phone, and turned to face his parents.

Li Xiulan was still sobbing softly, and Luo Weidong's face also looked very grim.

Luo Fei stretched out his hands, one on each side, and held his parents' hands tightly.

"Mom, Dad, it's alright, everything's been taken care of."

Li Xiulan looked up at her son, her eyes brimming with tears, and asked, "Is it resolved? How was it resolved?"

Luo Fei smiled, a faint but reassuring smile: "Don't worry about it, everything's fine now. Let's buy what we need to buy, and go out to sea as usual."

Before Li Xiulan could say anything more, the mall security guards arrived.

Four burly men in uniforms strode quickly from the elevator entrance. The one in the lead was a man in his forties, wearing the armband of a security captain.

He walked into the store, glanced around, and frowned.

"What happened?"

The store manager raised his hand: "A conflict has occurred here, and someone has been injured."

The security captain looked at Zhou Haibo, then at Luo Fei, and was about to ask a question when footsteps came from the elevator entrance.

Two uniformed police officers walked in, a man and a woman, both in their early thirties. The man was short but muscular, and the woman had her hair in a ponytail and looked very capable.

The male police officer entered and immediately asked, "What happened? Who called the police?"

The store manager went up to her and briefly explained the situation. She was very objective, without embellishment, simply describing what happened.

After listening, the male police officer looked at Zhou Haibo.

Zhou Haibo was covering his face, looking like a victim, his voice slurred: "Officers, you've come at the right time! This man hit me for no reason! Look at my face, it's all battered like this! I want a medical examination! I want to sue him for intentional assault!"

The policewoman glanced at him, then looked at Luo Fei.

Luo Fei stood there, his expression calm, offering no explanation and showing no panic.

Standing next to him was a middle-aged couple; the woman was wiping away tears, and the man's face was pale. They looked like honest, simple country folk.

The policewoman frowned slightly.

She's been in this line of work for several years and has seen all kinds of people and situations.

A young man, accompanied by his parents from the countryside, got into a conflict with someone in a shopping mall—things are probably not that simple.

She walked up to Luo Fei, her tone stern: "Sir, please show me your identification. Also, please tell me why you hit me?"

Luo Fei took out his ID card and handed it over, then explained, "He insulted my parents. In front of me, he said they couldn't afford anything, that they shouldn't be in this store, and that they were nobody who lowered the mall's standards. My mother was so angry she cried, and when my father argued with him, he pointed his finger at him and cursed at him. I stopped him."

His tone was calm, but Li Xiulan, standing behind him, burst into tears again when she heard her son say these words, her shoulders trembling.

The policewoman's gaze shifted to the shop assistants.

The young girl who had been standing behind the counter hesitated for a moment, then nodded and whispered, "That gentleman started it. He said some really nasty things, like that the lady was dressed poorly and shouldn't be in a store like that, and he even said he'd have the manager kick her out..."

Zhou Haibo's face changed instantly.

He removed his hands from his face and pointed at the shop assistant: "You're talking nonsense! When did I swear? I just said a few words, how did that become swearing? Are you all ganging up on me?"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, and his voice grew louder and louder.

The woman chimed in, "Exactly! You're all in cahoots! My boyfriend just said a couple of things, how did that become an insult? Dressed like that in a store like this, and you can't even say anything about it?"

The policewoman frowned, about to speak, when Zhou Haibo's phone suddenly rang.

The shrill ringtone echoed through the store. Zhou Haibo glanced down at the caller ID, and his expression instantly changed.

He answered the phone quickly, his voice trembling with tears: "Dad! Where are you? I've been beaten up! In the mall! Please send someone quickly..."

On the other end of the phone, his father's voice boomed like thunder, audible even through the phone.

"Zhou Haibo! You bastard! What trouble have you gotten me into now?!"

Zhou Haibo was stunned.

He stood with his mouth open, holding his phone, half of his swollen face facing the air, as if he were choking on something, unable to utter a single word.

His father's voice continued to boom from the receiver, each word like a hammer blow to his head: "The city leaders are calling me! Zhou Haibo, who have you offended? I'm telling you, apologize to me right now! Beg for their forgiveness! Otherwise, our family is finished! Do you hear me? Finished!"

Zhou Haibo's face went from red and swollen to deathly pale.

His hand holding the phone was trembling, his lips were trembling, and he seemed to collapse as if his spine had been removed.

"Dad, I..." His voice sounded like it was being squeezed out of his throat, as thin as a mosquito's hum.

"Don't call me Dad! I'm telling you, Zhou Haibo, if you don't resolve this matter today, don't come back! My factory, your car, all your other stuff—it's all gone!"

The phone hangs up.

A busy signal came from the receiver, beeping and beeping, like something was counting down.

Zhou Haibo stood frozen in place, holding his phone, completely still.

All eyes in the store were on him.

The woman gently tugged at his sleeve and asked in a low voice, "Haibo, what's wrong? What did your dad say?"

Zhou Haibo ignored her. He slowly raised his head and looked at Luo Fei.

The arrogance and resentment that had been etched on his face, now half swollen, were gone, replaced by a deep-seated fear.