If you want to be a good person, find Huadi

The leader of the long-haired youths whose seats Feisha had so rudely snatched away was Mawei, a prominent figure, the bald son of a prominent gangster. Shortly before Feisha's entrance into the restaurant, Mawei had done the same thing—forcibly taking the seat of another long-haired gangster. As the saying goes, karma pays off! Seeing this, the restaurant owner rushed over to offer Mawei a new seat. However, to his amazement, the new seat had originally belonged to the same poor, long-haired gangster Mawei had bullied. Desperate, the unfortunate fellow had to retreat to a cramped corner to eat his meal.

Just as the group was enjoying their meal, a series of rapid cell phone rings rang out. Mawei answered first, his expression darkening as he waved to his subordinate, signaling him to leave immediately. Not long after, Feisha's cell phone rang as well. After he answered, a voice on the other end urged, "Come play mahjong!" Feisha perked up instantly. He stood up with a haughty expression, slapped his money on the table, and swaggered out the restaurant.

What Feisha had never expected was that the underling Mawei had just dispatched was standing right next to his beloved car. Even more alarming, he had unknowingly produced a key and carefully placed it against the door. Then, right in front of Feisha's eyes, he unhesitatingly used the key to slash a long, sharp scratch across the car's exterior. He even waved the key provocatively at Feisha before sprinting off.

Feisha ran towards the gangster in a panic, his footsteps so fast that it seemed as if he was going to crush the entire ground. However, just as Feisha stepped out of the restaurant door, something astonishing happened.

The long-haired gangster, who had just been bullied by Ma Wei and had no power to fight back, suddenly pulled out an extremely sharp dagger from nowhere! A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and without hesitation, he stabbed Ma Wei in the back. The blow was as fast as lightning, instantly piercing Ma Wei's chest!

Ma Wei was clearly not prepared for such a sudden turn of events; he froze in shock. But after a brief moment of hesitation, he displayed an astonishing ferocity. Gritting his teeth, he endured the excruciating pain and abruptly stood up, dashing out of the restaurant with the dagger still lodged deep within him.

The streets were bustling with traffic, a scene of chaos. Ma Wei, however, was like a wounded beast, desperately running through the crowds and vehicles. Blood continuously gushed from his chest, staining every inch of the road he passed.

Finally, Ma Wei successfully stopped a passing taxi. He staggered into the car and said to the driver in a weak but firm voice, "Hurry... hurry to the hospital!" After saying this, he collapsed on the seat.

The driver's face turned pale with fear. He was even more horrified when he saw the gleaming dagger stuck in Ma Wei's chest. Without giving it any time to think, the driver immediately started the car and prepared to speed to the hospital.

However, the taxi didn't go very far before it came to an abrupt halt. The driver, who was much fatter than a piece of sand, could not bear the bloody and horrific scene before him and finally chose to abandon the car and flee.

Seeing the driver flee, Ma Wei cursed inwardly. Although he was dizzy and weak from the excessive blood loss, his strong desire to survive still supported him to get out of the car with difficulty, climb into the driver's seat and drive to the hospital himself.

Unfortunately, due to the severity of his injuries and the heavy bleeding, Ma Wei couldn't hold on for long. He soon lost consciousness and lost control of the steering wheel. Like a wild horse, the taxi slammed into other parked cars on the roadside, coming to a stop with a loud crash.

Feisha, like an enraged beast, pursued the gangster, bolting from the bustling streets. The cunning gangster seemed to have premeditated his escape, choosing secluded, secluded lanes rarely visited. Feisha's hair stood on end, his mind racing with only one thought: catch up to this accursed fellow!

However, Feisha, enraged, completely ignored the road beneath his feet. Suddenly, a slippery piece of watermelon rind appeared without warning directly in front of him. Instantly, with a loud thud, Feisha fell to the ground in an extremely unsightly manner. Even more tragically, the fall landed on the back of his head, and the immense force of the impact caused him to instantly black out, lose consciousness, and pass out.

Meanwhile, the gangster, like a cunning rabbit, scurried off into a quiet, deserted alley. It turned out their accomplices had already ambushed Feisha there, waiting for him to fall into their trap so they could deliver a head-on blow and teach him a lesson. But despite their long wait, Feisha showed up nowhere. Time ticked by, and the group's patience wore thin.

"Where on earth has this guy gone? Why hasn't he come back for so long?" One of the gangsters couldn't contain his temper and asked anxiously.

"Wait a little longer, maybe he will be here soon." another person responded.

After a while, there was still no sign of the fat sand. Finally, someone suggested, "Why don't we go out and see what's going on?" Everyone nodded in agreement.

As they cautiously walked out of the alley and looked around, they suddenly found a person lying on the ground not far away. When they got closer, they saw that it was Feisha, the person they had been waiting for! However, Feisha was lying on the ground with his eyes closed, motionless, and obviously unconscious.

"Oh my God, he actually fainted! Should we still fight?" The gangster who first discovered Feisha shouted in surprise.

"Beat him! How can we not beat him? If we just let him go, how are we going to explain to the boss when we get back?" another gangster said viciously.

Before he could finish his words, the group of people grabbed their sticks and knives and began to mercilessly smash and chop at the unconscious Feisha. For a moment, the narrow alley was filled with the dull sound of blows and bursts of curses...

When Feisha slowly awoke from his coma, he felt waves of excruciating pain all over his body, as if every inch of his skin and every bone had been mercilessly beaten and tortured. However, these pains were not Feisha's primary concern at the moment; it could even be said that they did not stir up any fear or anger in him at all. What truly frightened Feisha was the sudden realization that the gun he had been carrying was missing!

Feisha stood there in a daze, his mind a turmoil. After a long moment, he regained consciousness, as if waking from a dream. With trembling hands, he dialed He Wenzhan's number. After a brief exchange with He Wenzhan, Feisha hurried to his car, which was parked nearby. He was now terrified, wanting nothing more than to rush to He Wenzhan's restaurant to discuss a solution.

But just as Feisha was about to reach the car, he saw something that made his eyes widen, his anger rising instantly—his beloved car, which he usually treasured like a treasure, was now covered in paint from top to bottom! The pungent smell filled the air, making him feel sick.

But the situation was urgent, and Feisha had no time for further consideration. He suppressed his anger, quickly found a rag, and briefly wiped the windshield. Then he jumped into his car, started the engine, and sped off. As for who had the audacity to commit such a horrible act against his car, the answer was soon revealed: it was the young thug who had been punished with push-ups for Feisha's parking problem! Seeing Feisha hurriedly chasing after the ponytailed thug, the young thug felt a pang of revenge. He took the opportunity to run to a construction site down the street, found a bucket of paint, and without hesitation, poured it all over Feisha's car.