"Boss, take it easy," a henchman spoke up, his face full of deference.

"Get lost, I'm not drunk yet." The young man with bare arms pushed his supporting henchmen aside and then approached Jennie Laura and Tamma Jones with a wicked smile.

"Hey, girls, how much for a night?" The young man inquired with a strong smell of alcohol on his breath.

"Please step aside and don't disrupt our meal," Jennie Laura said with a look of disdain.

"Wow, a streetwalker with such attitude. Don't you know who I am around here? If I'm not happy, I can have my men beat you up right now," the young man shouted, frightening the others in the stall to run over, not daring to linger.

"Doddy, this is my protection fee for the month. They are my guests. Please don't harass them," the stall owner ran up and hastily pulled out some red bills from his pocket, smiling apologetically.

"Get lost." Doddy slapped the stall owner, making him fall to the ground.

"I'll do whatever I want, and you have no say. If I'm not pleased, your stall won't stay open," the young man boasted, feeling very arrogant.

"Yes, yes." Although the stall owner was slapped, he dared not show any anger and continued to smile apologetically to Doddy.

At the same time, the stall owner kept signaling to Bidegla and the others to leave quickly.

"Girl, how much for a night? I can't wait to have some fun," Doddy said, completely ignoring Bidegla's increasingly cold demeanor.

Seeing Jennie being harassed in front of him, Bidegla felt an uncontrollable surge of anger within himself.

Jennie was the most important woman in his life, second only to his parents. Bidegla couldn't allow her to be harmed in the slightest, just as he couldn't tolerate even a speck of sand in his eyes.

She was his last straw, and whoever dared to touch her would pay the price.

"Say it again, please don't disrupt our meal, or I can call the police to arrest you," Jennie Laura said with a cold expression.

"Yeah, you ruffian, go away. Look at your own behavior, it's disgusting," Tamma Jones also yelled, making the stall owner lament.

My goodness, don't you realize who this person in front of us is? If you anger him, there will be consequences.

Indeed, after hearing Tamma Jones's words, the young man's eyes widened, and then he angrily shouted, "What did you just say? Say it again and see what happens."

"Go ahead, I'm not afraid of you. You disgusting ruffian, pervert, get away from me, you make me sick," Tamma Jones stood up, pointing and cursing at the young man.

Although Tamma Jones obeyed Bidegla and wouldn't dare to provoke him, she wasn't so easy to deal with when it came to others.

Being in a wealthy household, her temper was not to be trifled with, and at this moment, she was not afraid of this man at all.

"You bitch, I'm going to rape you today," the young man cursed and tried to slap Tamma Jones.

But his hand never landed on Tamma Jones's face. Instead, he showed a look of extreme pain on his own face, shouting, "Let me go, damn it."

At this moment, Bidegla's natural action was truly audacious. Not only was this man rude, but now he also wanted to resort to violence, completely disregarding all sense of justice.

"If you want me to let go, you can kneel down and apologize," Bidegla spoke calmly.

"Do you know who I am?" the young man began, but before he could finish, a bone-crushing sound filled the air. His wrist was twisted into an eerie curve and broken by Bidegla.

As if that wasn't enough, after breaking the young man's wrist, a beer bottle was forcefully smashed against his head, causing blood to flow down.

"Apologize," Bidegla's voice remained calm, but the underlying coldness seemed to lower the temperature in the surrounding area.

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"Get him," the young man, instead of apologizing, shouted at his henchmen.

"Attack," the leader ordered, and without hesitation, the henchmen rushed forward. However, they were no match for Bidegla, being nothing more than ordinary street thugs.

Though weakened, Bidegla's advanced martial arts skills made it effortless for him to handle these small-time thugs.

The sound of agony echoed along the riverbank as the henchmen lay on the ground, unable to get up, with broken feet or hands, writhing in pain.

"Apologize," Bidegla said calmly once again.

"Never," the young man yelled, now fully conscious despite the intense pain, attempting to strike Bidegla with his remaining hand.

Without even looking, Bidegla ruthlessly dislocated the young man's hand with a single punch.

"Let me say this one last time, apologize," Bidegla's voice was chilling, as if it seeped into the marrow.

"I'd rather die than apologize," the young man roared, refusing to kneel.

"If you seek death, then I shall grant your wish," seeing the young man's death wish, Bidegla didn't bother with any more words and simply left him on the ground, picking up a shattered beer bottle.

"Please, do not cause a death here," the food stall owner, frightened by Bidegla's apparent intention to kill, knelt down and grabbed Bidegla's hand holding the bottle.

"Bidegla, let it go. You've already taught him a lesson," Jennie Laura spoke up, unable to watch Bidegla commit murder, and stopped him.

"Yes, show him mercy," the food stall owner pleaded, hoping Bidegla would stop. If someone died there, he would surely be held responsible, and his small business wouldn't be able to afford it.

Though he also despised the wretched thug, he had no choice but to stop Bidegla.

"Fine," seeing both of them pleading, Bidegla no longer wished to take matters into his own hands. After all, the thug was just an insignificant one, and it was beneath him to dirty his hands with the blood of such a lowly individual.

Dropping the beer bottle, Bidegla took out a wad of cash from his wallet and placed it on the table, saying, "I'll pay for the damages, you take care of the rest."

"Okay, okay," the food stall owner breathed a sigh of relief as Bidegla refrained from violence.

"Jennie, you two go ahead and get in the car. I'll make a call to have this handled," Bidegla said, walking directly to the riverside to call Stuart Buzer.

The call was quickly answered, and Stuart Buzer had not been practicing.

"Junior brother, what's the matter?" Stuart Buzer's voice sounded puzzled over the phone.

"It's not a big deal, I just want to ask for a small favor from my senior brother," Bidegla said lightly.

"If there's something, just say it, and your senior brother will definitely help you."

"I fixed a few hooligans who insulted Jennie, let your people come and take care of them, I don't want to see them again," Bidegla said, giving a rough address, knowing that Stuart Buzer's men would be able to find the place.

"It's just a small matter, I'll order my men to take care of it right away," Stuart Buzer said, understanding what Bidegla meant.

Since he didn't want to see them anymore, it's best to make them disappear forever from this world. It's just killing a few hooligans, it won't affect anything.

"Well, my senior brother, you can continue practicing, I won't disturb you," Bidegla said, then hung up the phone and put on a smile as he walked towards Jennie Laura and the others.

"Let's go, we can go back now," Bidegla said, then got into the car.

"Who did you call?" Jennie Laura suddenly asked.

"I called my senior brother, these people are under his jurisdiction, so I let him handle it himself," Bidegla smiled, then drove the car.

Bidegla didn't even look at the people who were still lying in the food stall, because he knew that these people would never see the sun of tomorrow.

He can endure being provoked, but insulting Jennie is like stabbing him in the chest with a knife. It would be strange if he could let these people go.

Since they brought this upon themselves, it's not the fault of others.

Back at home, it was almost two o'clock in the morning, so Bidegla quickly took a shower and then slipped back into his room to quietly practice the Nine Revolutions Return to the Origin.

Although he suffered a lot of injuries in today's battle, he also gained a lot. From the beginning, he made a big mistake by using all of his strength.

Although he defeated the ancient cultivator, he almost collapsed in the subsequent battle. If he hadn't luckily broken through the realm, he probably wouldn't have been able to defeat Clotilda Pag.

This battle also enriched his own experience, making him aware of his weak fighting experience. If he hadn't practiced Xingyi Quan, he probably wouldn't have been able to handle the ancient cultivator today.

The night was very calm, and Tian Shou had already been taken care of. Now the entire Bamboo Sea City is mobilizing police forces to search for them. They probably won't make any more moves in the short term.

Early the next morning, Bidegla woke up early and bought breakfast for Jennie and the others, ate a little himself, then went out to take care of business.

He brought Pyotr Haler from Qing County to here, but he didn't forget the promise he made to him at that time. He had to settle his affairs before leaving here.

It's not known how much money it will take to buy him a mall, but since he had already said it, Bidegla wouldn't go back on his word.

Although it may cost money, as long as the house is still there, he won't lose much. And even if Pyotr Haler doesn't have the ability to operate the mall, Bidegla will consider it as repaying his kindness for taking him in at the beginning.

As the saying goes, kindness shown is a double blessing. Bidegla is that kind of person.

He took in a criminal at great risk, so he deserves Bidegla's sacrifice for him.

Pyotr Haler was ensconced in a luxurious five-star hotel by Stuart Buzer. When Bidegla arrived at the hotel, Pyotr Haler was still fast asleep, not yet roused from his slumber.

After awakening him, Bidegla spoke slowly, "Didn't you want me to purchase a shopping center for you? Hurry up."

"Bidegla?" Pyotr Haler rubbed his eyes, almost doubting if he was still dreaming, as he looked at Bidegla.