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The bald man slammed the beer bottle heavily onto the table.

"Kid, I'm going to see how you're going to get us out of here today!"

Before he could finish speaking...

The bald man suddenly swung his right arm.

Muscles bulged on his thick arms.

The broken glass bottle, with its sharp serrations, traced a deadly arc in mid-air.

He went straight for Li Yichen's left temple.

If this hits hard...

At best, it can cause severe concussion; at worst, it can lead to immediate death.

The girl opposite suddenly covered her mouth with both hands.

The gasp was trapped in his throat.

Her body instinctively shrank back.

He bumped his back against the edge of the table next to him.

Li Yichen sat on a plastic chair.

The body didn't even leave the back of the chair.

The mental simulation was completed in 0.1 seconds.

The distance is too close.

If you tilt your head to dodge, the glass bottle will miss its target.

But the bald man's immense momentum would cause him to carry shards of glass directly towards the girl and child on the other side.

You can't hide.

The only option is to take it head-on.

Dealing with these shameless thugs.

The only way is to use absolute violence to instantly destroy their psychological defenses.

The wind pressure generated by the bald man waving the bottle stirred up the stray hairs on Li Yichen's forehead.

Li Yichen raised his left hand.

Spread your five fingers.

He didn't try to block the bald man's arm.

Instead, it precisely met the rapidly falling glass bottle.

Place your palm against the bottle.

His five fingers suddenly clenched together.

A terrifying grip strength erupted in an instant.

click.

The sturdy glass bottle developed numerous cracks.

boom.

The entire bottle shattered completely in Li Yichen's palm.

Broken glass shards mixed with the remaining wine splashed everywhere.

Several pieces of broken glass landed on the plastic tabletop, making a soft clattering sound.

The bald man froze in mid-air.

The brain is completely unable to process what is happening in front of it.

Smash a glass bottle with your bare hands?

Is this still a human hand?

Before he could react...

Li Yichen's right hand had already moved.

Use your waist to generate power.

The force travels down the spine to the right arm.

The fist tore through the air with a dull thud.

It hit the bald man's jawbone precisely.

Click.

The cracking sound of bones dislocating.

The body, weighing over 200 pounds, instantly lost all control.

He fell straight backward.

Two plastic chairs were overturned.

A cloud of dust rose up.

The bald man rolled his eyes, his limbs twitched twice, and he completely lost consciousness.

The blond-haired man was still holding the other half of the bottle in his hand.

But involuntarily, he took two steps back.

My calves are spinning wildly.

Huang Mao felt as if a handful of sand had been stuffed into his throat.

Breathing became extremely difficult.

He crushed the glass bottle with his bare hands.

One punch left a 200-pound strong man unconscious, his life hanging in the balance.

This is something no normal person would do.

We've hit a brick wall.

The blond-haired man loosened his grip.

The broken bottle fell to the ground and shattered.

The other accomplice was even worse.

His legs buckled and he knelt on the ground.

My crotch was soaked.

The smell of urine permeated the air.

"Brother... Brother, we were blind to your greatness."

The blond-haired man bowed repeatedly, his back almost breaking.

"Please be magnanimous and just ignore us."

Li Yichen sat in the chair.

He pulled out a tissue and slowly wiped the glass powder off his left hand.

I ignored them.

The tissue slipped between my fingers.

Take away those tiny shards of glass.

His movements were extremely steady.

There was no sign of panic despite having just experienced a violent conflict.

This extreme calmness was even more oppressive than the punch he had just delivered.

Huang Mao noticed that Li Yichen didn't speak.

He quickly gave his accomplice a wink.

The two of them scrambled over there.

One person held up one of the bald man's arms.

He dragged his bald head, weighing over 200 pounds, out of the barbecue stand.

Disappeared at the end of the old street.

The barbecue stall fell into a deathly silence.

Old Wang dropped the palm-leaf fan from his hand onto the oven.

Flames leaped up and scorched the edge of the fan.

He was completely unaware.

The man in the plaid shirt at the next table who was just about to pay the bill.

He was holding a hundred-yuan bill in his hand.

The banknotes fluttered to the ground.

Holy crap.

The man lowered his voice and nudged his companion's arm.

"Did you see that? He's squeezing glass with his bare hands."

His companion swallowed hard.

"This guy must have trained, right? That bald guy weighs at least 200 pounds, he flattened him with one punch."

"She looks so gentle and frail, but she's really ruthless."

"With that kind of strength, if you pinched someone's neck, you could break their cervical spine."

"Is this a movie shoot? Even the props aren't this exaggerated."

"That's real glass. I just heard the sound of glass shards falling to the ground."

Li Yichen threw the tissue he had used to wipe his hands into the trash can.

The left hand is intact.

There wasn't even a trace of blood.

The child in the cloth bag was completely awakened by the fighting and the sound of breaking glass.

She burst into tears.

The piercing cries echoed through the quiet barbecue stand.

The girl turned around in a panic.

He awkwardly patted the cloth bag behind his back with both hands.

Trying to comfort the frightened child.

"Put the child down first."

Li Yichen pointed to the empty chair opposite him.

"How do you coax someone when they're hiding it from you?"

The girl paused for a moment.

Quickly untie the cloth strap in front of your chest.

Hug the child from behind into your arms.

The child was wearing a faded cartoon T-shirt.

The hair was cut very short, close to the scalp.

His face was covered in tears, and a snot bubbled from his nose.

Li Yichen had always thought it was a boy.

Now, upon closer inspection...

She has delicate features and long eyelashes.

She is a little girl.

Although the child's clothes were worn out, they were very clean.

A red string hung around his neck, from which hung a cheap plastic safety buckle.

The girl held the child and gently patted his/her back.

He was humming an unknown tune.

The girl's gentleness in comforting the child contrasted sharply with her restraint when facing the thugs.

A few minutes later.

The little girl's crying gradually stopped.

Only occasional sobs remained.

She leaned on the girl's shoulder.

He turned his head away.

Her round eyes were fixed on Li Yichen across from her.

With a mix of curiosity and timidity.

The girl placed the child on the plastic chair next to her.

"Good girl, Miaomiao."

The girl touched the little girl's short hair.

"Sit here and don't move. Sister will sing a song for Uncle."

The little girl sniffed.

She nodded obediently.

I put my hands on my knees and really didn't move.

The girl picked up her guitar again.

I adjusted the strings.

"Boss, what would you like to hear?"

Li Yichen leaned back in his chair.

"Anything you're good at is fine."

The girl lowered her head and pondered for a few seconds.

Fingers plucked the strings.

A light and cheerful prelude, tinged with a touch of melancholy, begins.

"Flowers Bloom Along the Way"

The girl spoke up.

His voice pierced through the fumes from the barbecue stall.

Showing off without any skill.

All of these are genuine feelings and experiences gained through the trials and tribulations of life.

Li Yichen listened quietly.

This song contains struggle, resentment, and a desperate fight for tomorrow.

The girl's fingers moved quickly across the guitar frets.

My fingertips are covered with thick calluses.

These are the marks left by long hours of practicing the piano and doing manual labor.

Her body swayed slightly to the rhythm.

The surrounding noise of drinking games and clinking glasses was completely blocked out by the clean singing.

The time it takes to listen to a song passes quickly.

The last note fell.

Li Yichen raised his hands.

I patted it lightly twice.

The applause was especially clear in the somewhat quiet corner. "Great, very nice!"

Upon hearing Li Yichen's praise, the girl put down her guitar, bowed to him, and expressed her gratitude.