A life of success begins with being a landlord.

The swallows swooped over and hid behind me.

The two riders were also taken aback, stopped the car with their legs apart, and stared at me menacingly.

I pointed the wine bottle at the two delivery riders and shouted, "Give me back my bag!"

Without saying a word, the two riders simultaneously dismounted and pulled the steel pipes from the rear rack of the motorcycle.

I'm not going to back down. I'll take a step back and be ready for anything.

"Handsome guy, don't fight!"

The plump woman rushed over, brandishing a spatula, shouting at the two riders, "Don't fight! He's Little Fox's brother! Don't fight! Fighting will cause a lot of trouble!"

Little fox?

They must be talking about Hu Xiaoli, whose nickname is Little Fox.

Upon hearing this, the two riders frowned, exchanged glances, and seemed to hesitate.

Clearly, they also knew of Hu Xiaoli's name.

"Feed—!"

Across the street, the window on the third floor of building number 26 facing the street was open.

Hu Xiaoli leaned out, revealing her face, and waved at the two riders, shouting, "That's my brother! Give me some face, don't hit him!"

So Sister Li was in the building across the street!

The two riders turned around, saw Sister Li, waved, and left.

"for you!"

After getting on the motorcycle, he tossed Chunyan's handbag over, started the engine, and sped away.

Chunyan rushed forward, picked up the handbag, hugged it to her arms, and began to sob.

The plump woman breathed a sigh of relief and waved to Sister Li upstairs, "It's alright, Sister Li, it's alright!"

Sister Li ignored Fatty Sister-in-law and me, and shrank back.

The plump woman looked at me and shook her head slightly: "These kinds of things happen all the time. Don't meddle in other people's business next time... Luckily, you're Little Fox's brother..."

Then he pulled Chunyan along, saying, "Come here, let's take a break at my shop."

I glanced at the window where Sister Li was, then went back to the fried noodle shop and continued eating.

"Big brother, thank you..."

Chunyan stood beside me, clutching her handbag, still sobbing.

"Don't cry, drink some water."

The plump woman brought over a glass of water, placed it on the table, and patted Chunyan's head: "Be more careful next time. Go out with a man. If it's at night, things will get even more chaotic..."

Chunyan wiped away her tears and nodded repeatedly.

The plump woman asked again, "Where are you going with your bag?"

Chunyan hesitated for a moment: "Several pairs of shoes are broken. There's a shoe repair shop in the market ahead. My dad wants me to go get my shoes repaired..."

The plump woman took Chunyan's bag and opened it to look inside.

Inside were indeed two pairs of worn-out shoes, but they were clean.

"Sigh, it's just a worn-out shoe, and you're even carrying a bag. You're so inconsiderate."

The plump woman shook her head and emptied the shoes out: "Just take the shoes to get them repaired. Leave the bag here, and no one will steal it!"

Chunyan thought for a moment, then tossed her handbag to the plump woman and left with her shoes.

I was full, so I pushed my bowl aside and paid the bill.

"Hey handsome, it's free, this meal is on you."

The plump woman insisted on not taking any money, and then asked me with a smile, "What's your name?"

"My surname is Wang, Wang Yaozu. Just call me Xiao Wang."

I had a good impression of Fatty Sister-in-law, so I gave her my name directly.

Back in Sister Li's 302, I continued organizing the rental apartment's accounts.

I found a brand new notebook, copied it all over again, and it looks much cleaner now.

At dusk, Sister Li returned.

He smelled of alcohol, looked tired, and seemed languid.

"Sister Li, you're back?" I stood up to greet her.

Snapped!

Suddenly, Sister Li waved her hand and slapped me across the face.

I was stunned.

"Wang Yaozu, why did you meddle in today's motorcycle purse snatching? Do you have a death wish?"

Sister Li, her face full of anger, raised her hand again.

I had already been slapped and was furious. Without thinking, I raised my hand to block and then pushed her straight down, hitting Sister Li on the left shoulder.

Ta-da...

Sister Li took two steps back and fell flat on her backside onto the sofa.

"You bastard, you...you hit me?"

Sister Li was stunned, and her eyes gradually reddened.

"You hit me first." I rubbed my face.

"You're Hu Xiaogang's older sister, and I treat you like one too. But you can't slap me in the face; I'm a man!"

After saying that, I turned and walked towards the small bedroom to pack my luggage.

A man's knees are worth gold, and so is his face.

You slapped me in the face, I'm not putting up with this anymore!

"Yaozu, what are you doing?"

A moment later, Sister Li followed her in.

"Pack your things and go home," I replied coldly.

"Yaozu, it's my fault..."

Sister Li came over, hugged my arm, her eyes welling up with tears: "You and Xiaogang are brothers, you're like my own brother. Just now... I shouldn't have hit you, but it was... for your own good."

I stood still and didn't say anything.

Actually, I have nowhere to go, I'm out of money, and I don't even have the fare to go home!

"Yaozu, don't be angry. Stay and help me. I won't treat you badly. If you go back now, how am I supposed to explain this to your parents?"

Sister Li shook my arm: "I promise, this won't happen again."

My arms were nestled in Sister Li's embrace, and as she swayed, the warmth of her chest touched my heart, and my heart softened.

"Okay, this won't happen again."

I reached out my hand, wanting to explain what happened at noon, but I held back.

It was just me meddling in other people's business, there's nothing to explain.

Sister Li pulled me into the living room, pressed me down on the sofa, and poured me a cup of tea.

"Sigh, it's my fault too, I didn't explain it to you clearly."

Sister Li sat down next to me, turning to look at me sideways: "It's chaotic here. There are a lot of motorcycle gangs, and fights and revenge are common. Although you mean well, meddling in other people's business here could easily get you hacked to death."

I forced a smile and gave a faint one.

Sister Li thought for a moment, then asked, "If a fight really breaks out today, can you beat those two motorcycle taxi drivers?"

I paused for a moment and said, "If killing someone isn't illegal, I can kill them."

"Really? Are you that good?"

Sister Li smiled and took my hand: "I heard from Xiao Gang that you were really good at fighting since you were little. Did you practice martial arts? Who taught you?"

I felt embarrassed to boast, and stammered, "I don't have a master, but... I just practiced a few moves haphazardly from an old book."

Actually, I did practice it; my master was my grandmother.

When I was in the third grade of elementary school, I was walking home from school with Hu Xiaogang when we were beaten up by some kids from a neighboring village. We ended up with black eyes, swollen cheeks, and our pants were covered in feces and urine.

In a fit of anger, my grandmother took out a book and personally taught me martial arts.

That's when I found out that my grandma actually knew martial arts!

The book is called "Zhuge Shanjun's Scouting Notes," which is an ancient training manual for scouts and special forces, containing many killing techniques.

Driven by a thirst for revenge and a dream of becoming a great hero, I practiced my skills with extraordinary diligence and hard work.

Six months later, he had actually made some progress in one of his skills.

That skill is called kicking flying stones.

Hook a small stone around your left leg, place it in front of your right foot, and then kick it out to attack someone. It is said that when you master this skill, you can shoot down pigeons, doves, and eagles flying in the sky.

Because of their greater leg strength, the projectile has a longer range and greater destructive power than when thrown by hand.

Moreover, this attack method is very covert, and the opponent cannot detect it at all. By the time the opponent realizes it, they are already in deep trouble.

Just after I mastered the technique of kicking flying stones, some kids from the neighboring village came to bully me and Hu Xiaogang again.

I used my special skill to instantly split the heads of my two opponents open, causing blood to splatter five steps away.

My father beat me so badly that my skin was torn and bleeding, and then sold two big fat pigs to compensate the other party before he could settle the matter.

Grandma rewarded me with five yuan and told me, "Don't listen to your father. If anyone bullies you, just hit them back like this, just don't kill them."

When I was in junior high school, my grandmother taught me a set of Seven Star Knife Techniques.

I practiced diligently for three years and have reached a level of proficiency.

My grandmother told me that no one in the world had ever seen this kind of knife technique.

Everyone who saw it died under the Seven Star Blade.

However, I have always practiced martial arts in secret. No one else knows, and my grandmother doesn't allow me to tell anyone.

Even Hu Xiaogang only knew that I was good at fighting, but he didn't know that I had actually trained.

Sister Li was about to ask me more about my martial arts practice when the phone rang again.

I consciously avoided it.

Sister Li answered the phone and said to me, "Yaozu, wash your face and change your clothes. Let's go out for dinner together, and I'll introduce you to a friend while we're at it."

Introduce me to a friend?

I remembered the eccentric Bobo and felt a little scared, so I asked, "Sister Li, is the friend you introduced a man or a woman?"