Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation

Ma Shicheng and Meng Gui had fled when Wang Longlong had already stealthily slipped away. Cui Yu was wandering around the pedestrian street.

When he saw the qiegao stall had toppled, Cui Yu was utterly dumbfounded.

The kick Meng Gui delivered earlier had brought down the big qiegao; it was simply fantastic!

The oppression and helplessness Cui Yu felt from being swindled by the boss now transformed into exhilaration.

However, Cui Yu found it odd, "Didn't we only talk about dealing with the qiegao stall owner when discussing revenge with Brother Ma? We never mentioned kicking over the qiegao, did they suddenly change plans?"

Cui Yu was confused, but he still kept his eyes on the qiegao stall owner.

Because he had previously shown his face in front of the boss, he couldn't take direct action.

If Brother Ma and the others were avenging him, how could Cui Yu remain indifferent?

He wasn't a heartless man; he swore that if Brother Ma and the others weren't present, he himself would be their eyes.

Cui Yu kept watching the qiegao boss, his face taking on a serious and solemn expression, as if he were shouldering a great responsibility.

The qiegao boss was shouting, while simultaneously trying to scrape off the sticky qiegao on his face with his fingers, which obstructed his vision, making it difficult for him to see clearly.

This commotion drew the attention of passersby.

Seeing the qiegao stall toppled, some kind-hearted individuals thought about stepping forward to help. Cui Yu immediately shouted:

"That damn old man selling qiegao, swindling cheat! You dare to go help the qiegao stall? Have you considered your capacity?"

Qiegao, notoriously swindling stuff, became infamous, and after Cui Yu's remark, passersby looked at the stall owner with disdain.

Even some pedestrians who had been swindled by qiegao before showed unmistakable disgust.

After shouting, Cui Yu didn't stay put.

As everyone's attention focused on the qiegao stall owner, Cui Yu who had just shouted, went unnoticed and blended back into the crowd.

The qiegao stall owner finally managed to remove the qiegao sticking to his eyes. He looked at the qiegao on the ground covered in dust, his eyes almost bursting with fury; those were the pastries he had painstakingly made!

"Who, who did this?" The owner shouted crazily at the onlookers as if he were going to devour someone.

Seeing his state, the surrounding people not only weren't scared, but they even moved closer.

The owner attempted to gesture with a knife, but then realized it was gone.

'This society is doomed!' he thought angrily in his mind.

"Call the police, call the police, I am going to call the police!" he screamed.

The spectators commented upon seeing this scene:

"Go on, call them!"

"Crying thief when you're the thief!"

"I'm dying of laughter."

Cui Yu shouted, "Let him call! Let him call!"

His voice was loud and extremely seductive, and the surrounding pedestrians unconsciously chimed in:

"Let him call, let him call!"

Thus, these voices echoed in unison, continuously ringing out, making the qiegao stall owner so furious that he actually took out his phone to call the police.

"Oh no, notify Brother Ma!" Cui Yu quickly retreated, sending a message to Ma Shicheng.

...

On the other side, in a secluded alley.

Ma Shicheng, Meng Gui, Wang Longlong, leaned against the wall.

Wang Longlong was wiping the qiegao off his hands with a paper.

Ma Shicheng said, "Brother Gui, what was that about earlier, kicking the stall?"

Initially, when they discussed it, teaching the boss a lesson and smearing his face to vent their anger was supposed to be enough.

Meng Gui, a bit panicked, replied, "Brother Ma, I got carried away just now!"

"When I saw how arrogant he was, I couldn't hold myself back!"

Kicking that way felt incredibly satisfying; Meng Gui had never felt such exhilaration, but now thinking back, he was a bit scared—what if the other side demanded responsibility?

Wang Longlong despised his irresolution, "Brother Gui, that was foolish!"

Meng Gui snapped back to his senses, feeling a chill—if they had to pay compensation, it wouldn't be a small amount, would it?

"He's originally a swindler; is there a possibility that he won't dare to report it?" he speculated.

Just then, Cui Yu's QQ message came through.

Ma Shicheng saw it and his face changed:

"The other side has reported it."

Meng Gui: "Damn, how dare he! Isn't he afraid of getting locked up?"

Wang Longlong: "He must hate us to the core."

"Brother Ma, what should we do?" asked Wang Longlong.

Ma Shicheng furrowed his eyebrows and analyzed calmly:

"The qiegao stall is in a secluded spot, there were no cameras nearby, and when we ran away just now, we turned into that side street, which probably also has no cameras. Where we are now, even more so."

"The only thing to fear is if the boss examines the video footage extensively. As long as he is willing to spend time searching, he is sure to find us."

Having made this judgment, he sent a message to Cui Yu: "Keep an eye on him."

"We should find a place to stay for a while," Ma Shicheng said, as their plan had gone awry. If they had just smeared the boss's face without damaging his stall, there wouldn't have been much of an issue.

Such a minor incident wouldn't have emboldened the other party to make a fuss, as escalating it would not benefit him.

But kicking the stall changed the nature of the whole event.

Wang Longlong suggested, "Let's go, I know a spot, we can go play pool."

While they were discussing this, Cui Yu was still watching the boss's performance.

The boss was on the phone, extremely agitated, his tone fervent, when suddenly, his smooth speech stalled as if jammed, turning into a series of "ah, ah" sounds.

Not just Cui Yu, the surrounding spectators found this equally bizarre.

Cui Yu shouted, "Go on, why don't you speak?"

However, what responded to him was the owner still ferociously making only strenuous "ah, ah" sounds.

"Damn, what's going on?" Cui Yu was utterly amazed.

...

A couple of hundred meters ahead.

Xue Yuantong watched as Jiang Ning held a bamboo stick, lightly shaking her fingers.

The bamboo stick was given by the pan-fried tofu vendor, and after they won the big prize, Xue Yuantong generously gave the last small piece of tofu from the paper bowl to Jiang Ning.