Chapter 133: Xu the Third Picks a Quarrel

Chapter 133

"Ouch!"

The beautiful woman in Third Master's arms suddenly let out a mournful cry, her face twisted in pain. Everyone hurriedly turned to look. She was curled up, holding her left foot, her body trembling with tears welling in her eyes.

Jiang Chuxue looked toward Li Xin, her gaze full of questioning. She had been in front and Li Xin behind, so she hadn't seen exactly what happened. Since Li Xin was the person closest to the woman, the immediate intuition was that he had stepped on her foot.

It wasn't just her; the others in the boutique wore the same expression, and some even had traces of mockery and ridicule at the corners of their mouths.

"What's the matter?" Third Master asked in a deep, authoritative voice.

"Third Master, he—he stepped on my foot! It hurts so much," the woman feigned a delicate, pitiful pout, extending a manicured finger to point at Li Xin.

Just as expected, everyone thought to themselves.

Third Master’s expression was grim, but he couldn't lash out immediately. After all, people apologize, and stepping on a foot isn't usually intentional.

Li Xin gave Jiang Chuxue a helpless smile, signaling his innocence. Jiang Chuxue understood immediately and chose to trust him. But others wouldn't; instead, they began to whisper and mock him, occasionally pointing fingers.

Although he was innocent, having no witnesses made it useless. Li Xin wasn't a fool; Third Master clearly looked like a bigwig in Hangzhou, and being a stranger in town, it was best to avoid trouble to prevent dragging the Pepsi Club and Jiang Chuxue into it. Even though he knew Jin Hua and Ma Rulong, he didn't want to involve them.

He nodded at Third Master and smiled. "Sir, miss, it wasn't intentional. My apologies."

The crowd was stunned; no one expected him to be so low-profile. Third Master was also momentarily dazed, his eyes unfocused. The woman, however, reacted quickly and let out a cold, sharp laugh.

"A simple apology is enough? These are limited-edition shoes, and you've ruined them with that stomp. Plus, my feet are insured. Someone as big as you—how can I handle a step like that? You have to take me to the hospital for an examination and pay for the damages."

Damn it!

Some people inwardly despised her; it was obvious to anyone with eyes that she was intentionally provoking them.

Third Master regained his composure and said with a feigned dark tone, "Kid, I accept your apology. But you must pay the compensation."

Li Xin’s mouth twitched. It seemed these two were here specifically to stir up trouble. He really didn't want to get involved, but the other party was pressing him aggressively. If that was the case, given his current temperament, he wouldn't back down.

"Aren't the shoes perfectly fine?"

"You..." The woman paused, then argued sophistically, "I said they're ruined, so they're ruined. What, do you know about women's shoes? Hmph, don't tell me you have a fetish for collecting women's accessories? You pervert!"

After saying this, she turned to the bald man and acted spoiled and unreasonable. "Third Master, look, he’s even being difficult."

"Hmph! Not if I have anything to say about it!" Third Master scoffed. The overbearing aura of someone who had spent years in the underworld erupted from him as he glared at Li Xin. "Kid, you think you're in the right?"

"How should I put this? I actually didn't step on her," Li Xin said, not mincing his words.

"Damn it!" Third Master was furious. "You brat, you're going back on your word and refusing to admit it!"

"You..." Jiang Chuxue started to retort, but Li Xin reached out to stop her.

She was furious. She had gone out in high spirits with the new team member, the former "King of Guns" Li Xin, only to run into Sheng Yang, Wang Kai, and others while eating. And if that wasn't enough, they now had to deal with Xu Laosan for no reason. This Xu Laosan was clearly looking for a fight; it was like stepping in dog excrement.

"I heard people call you Third Master," Li Xin said, his gaze calm and his voice soft.

"Hmph! That's right, it's yours truly," Xu Laosan sneered, his posture arrogant and truly begging for a beating.

But then again, in this corner of Hangzhou, how many people dared to provoke him? Even though his net worth of one billion wasn't much in a vast place like Hangzhou, the underworld didn't operate on money—it operated on fists and connections. Xu Laosan had been a hoodlum for over twenty years; what bloody scenes hadn't he seen?

Aside from the authorities, there were truly very few who dared to touch him.

In his eyes, this chubby youth with a Beijing accent wasn't even worth a fart.

Li Xin suddenly smiled.

It was just a soft grin, his voice as thin as a mosquito's hum, but to Xu Laosan and the woman, it was an entirely different experience.

This voice was colder than winter ice, making one's whole body tremble with chills. Not only that, but the coldness felt like countless tiny silver needles raining down, instantly sweeping through their entire bodies, growing colder by the second. Before they could react, their consciousness became numb, and their lips began to shiver.

Even a veteran like Xu Laosan couldn't help but feel fear, his eyes twitching.

"You... what the hell are you trying to do?"

"I'm not doing anything," Li Xin said, his tone light and breezy.

"Damn it! You son of a bitch, you're looking for death!" Xu Laosan roared in extreme anger, finally forcing the chill away.

Whoosh!

As if pre-arranged, more than a dozen men rushed in through the entrance—all in black suits, black sunglasses, and black leather shoes. Each one was more muscular than the last; they were clearly high-level thugs.

This aura was far beyond anything the underlings of Brother Biao from Wujiang could compare to.

"Third Master!" the group shouted in unison, their momentum overwhelming.

The store manager and staff turned pale, scrambling to hide, fearing they might be caught in the crossfire. One thug directly closed the blast-proof glass door and locked it. It seemed they intended to resolve the dispute right there.

Jiang Chuxue’s face was grim. As smart as she was, she probably already knew what was going on. She was angry, furious, and disappointed!

At the same time, she felt ashamed.

If it weren't for her, would Li Xin be surrounded? Despite his tall and sturdy appearance, he was a guy with a condition.

The only way out now was to rely on her own identity. Thinking this, Jiang Chuxue stepped forward, ready to reprimand Xu Laosan.

Unexpectedly, she was stopped by Li Xin once again.

"Kid, I'll give you one chance. Kneel down, admit your mistake, and compensate for my girl's losses, and maybe I'll have a change of heart and let you go," Xu Laosan said with a treacherous, arrogant expression, sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed. His men were all hand-picked from the security department, and each one was an expert in individual combat.

"And if I don't?" Li Xin asked softly, as if he didn't care at all.

"Then I'll have to take off your arm." Xu Laosan stood up abruptly and bellowed, "Brothers, beat him hard! Tear off his left arm!"

"Yes!" the thugs replied in unison and lunged forward.

By now, a large crowd had gathered outside the boutique. They were jostling and craning their necks, watching the scene inside with great interest, guessing who the blind fool was who dared to provoke the famous Xu Laosan. Because Li Xin and Jiang Chuxue were in the resting area near the back and a large group of thugs blocked the entrance, they couldn't see what was happening inside.

As they spoke, twelve thugs rushed over with murderous intent, their fists flying. Each of them possessed formidable combat strength, and their combined force was even more terrifying. Judging by this momentum, it was no bluff.

"Li Xin, why are you just standing there?" Jiang Chuxue suddenly cried out in panic. The thugs had pushed her aside, seemingly intending to protect her.

Amidst the crowd, Li Xin remained calm, quickly scanning the area.

Within his mechanical eyes, the scanning skill had been fully activated.

Combat Power: 1800, Defense: 1390; Combat Power: 1940, Defense: 1330; Combat Power: 1690, Defense: 1020...

He had directly analyzed the background of every thug.