"Go on, I'll wait here," Bidegla said, dismissing the threat from the thug with the yellow hair. He didn't take him seriously. Today they had already come to blows, and he was determined to crush the people behind him, to eliminate any future trouble.

"You all, get out of here," Bidegla shouted at the groaning thugs still on the ground. Hearing his command, they didn't hesitate to flee for their lives.

"Bidegla, are you okay?" Mordhadi asked, walking up with a worried look on his face, as he watched Bidegla effortlessly scatter the arrogant thugs.

This thug with the yellow hair was clearly not to be trifled with, and Mordhadi feared that Bidegla might not be able to handle the situation.

"Yes, perhaps you should leave, my friend. This yellow-haired man won't give up easily," Betsy, the landlady, advised as she approached.

"I'm leaving, but what about you, ma'am? Will you allow them to bully you?" Bidegla sneered, showing no intention of leaving.

"Ah," Betsy's face darkened at Bidegla's words. "If I provoke them, I won't have a place to stay here anymore. I'll go pack my things and leave forever."

"Ha, Betsy, you don't need to do that. They're just a few small-time thugs. Leave it to me," Bidegla said, walking back to the restaurant without looking back. "I remember we still have some dishes that haven't been served. Bring them to us."

Hearing Bidegla's words, Betsy was truly in a dilemma. She had lived here for many years and knew full well how dangerous the yellow-haired thug was. He had at least twenty henchmen, all social idlers, who specialized in bullying honest people like her.

But seeing that Bidegla didn't intend to leave, she steeled herself and walked into the kitchen. She was willing to risk her life rather than be extorted any further. These people were simply pushing her too far and driving her into a corner.

"Brother, if this doesn't work, let's call the police now," Mordhadi said, still worried as he pulled out his phone, apparently ready to call the police.

"Big brother, there's no need to call the police. It's just a group of small-time thugs. Do you still not trust my skills?" Bidegla said, grabbing Mordhadi's hand. "I'm not afraid of armed robbers, so why would I be afraid of a few small-time thugs? You don't need to worry."

"Right," Mordhadi's eyes lit up at Bidegla's words. It reminded him of the news he had seen not long ago. Wasn't the hero in the video none other than Bidegla?

Thinking about this, he was shocked. In the video, Bidegla had truly shown his prowess, as if he were in a movie. In college, he knew Bidegla could fight, but he had never seen anything so terrifying.

"Brother, did you join the army for a year after you graduated? That's the only explanation for how you've honed your skills to be so terrifying," Mordhadi asked, his face full of disbelief.

"Just call it joining the army, as long as I'm not doing anything illegal," Bidegla said with a grin, raising the wine bowl. "Come on, let's keep drinking."

"Cheers," Mordhadi said, relaxing as he watched Bidegla's carefree expression. He knew Bidegla's temperament – he never fought a battle he wasn't sure of winning.

Dish after dish was brought out, and Bidegla acted as if nothing had happened, chatting and laughing with Mordhadi as if he didn't have a care in the world.

This scene greatly shocked Betsy as the yellow-haired man had just said he was going to get reinforcements, yet Mordhadi's brother was still here. Was he not afraid of getting beaten? "Alright, brother, you stay here. I'll go handle the trouble," Bidegla suddenly set down his wine bowl and walked slowly towards the outside of the restaurant. Using his foresight, he could already see the yellow-haired man leading a large group of people towards the restaurant. To avoid the restaurant being destroyed, Bidegla naturally wouldn't choose this place for the fight. "Have they arrived?" Mordhadi, seeing Bidegla standing up, also stood up anxiously. After all, Bidegla was alone, and he was afraid he wouldn't be able to beat the other side. "You stay here. Otherwise, I'll be helpless later," Bidegla said without turning back. After eating and drinking, it was time to stretch his muscles. "Brother, it's that kid who beat us." At the end of the street, the yellow-haired man led at least twenty people to this place, looking very fierce. He had lost face in front of so many people today, so he had to regain the upper hand in this situation. "Which kid doesn't know his place and dares to hit my brother? Does he not want to live?" Another fierce voice rang out, and a man with a tough face pushed through the crowd. "Brother," seeing this man, the more than twenty people, including the yellow-haired man, showed a respectful attitude. "Who is it? Who dares to cause trouble on my turf in the Red Bamboo District?" This brother's tone was even more arrogant than the yellow-haired man, and their imposing manner so frightened the onlookers that no one dared to interfere. "It's him." Seeing this brother standing up for him, the yellow-haired man immediately pointed at Bidegla. "Who is it?" The brother, with a cigarette in his mouth, was very arrogant, but then he turned to look at Bidegla. When he didn't see Bidegla, he was full of anger. After all, the Red Bamboo District was his turf, and anyone causing trouble here would have a problem with him. Although this was a poor district, as the leader of so many people, his income was still considerable. But when he saw Bidegla's appearance clearly, he was dumbfounded and even dropped the cigarette from his mouth. "Damn it!" This brother cursed and then couldn't help but rub his eyes. It wasn't until he rubbed his eyes red that he showed a fawning look and ran to Bidegla's side with a smile, leaving the many little brothers behind, looking incredulous. "Bidegla, how did you come here?" "What?" Seeing this scene, the little brothers brought by the brother stared in disbelief, almost dropping their eyeballs to the ground. What the hell was going on? "Do you know me?" Unlike the little brothers of the brother, Bidegla was also very puzzled by his apparent fear. "Yes, I do." The brother said with an embarrassed smile, then respectfully added, "I'm Dragon's little brother." "Do I know your Dragon?" Bidegla was even more puzzled and had no idea what the guy in front of him was up to. "I'm not sure about that, but Dragon once showed me your photo and said I should treat you as if I'd seen him." The brother forced a smile, but inside he was cursing the yellow-haired man. Is he trying to set me up? Dragon personally instructed me to treat this guest well, and yet this yellow-haired man wants me to go after him.

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It was fortunate that he didn't come to take a look before today. Otherwise, he doubted that he might not see the sun tomorrow if the big shot in front of him was beaten.

"Dragon Brother, I don't know who you are, and I've never heard of you. It seems like you're here to cause trouble for me today, right? In that case, bring it on. I'll take it all on." Bidegla said calmly, without continuing to talk nonsense with the person.

"Bidegla, please spare me, I really didn't know it was you." Seeing Bidegla's attitude turning cold, Kun Ge was also scared to death. Having reached his position, he didn't want to jeopardize his livelihood because of today's events.

"Come on, bring that bastard Huang Mao to me." Afraid that Bidegla would attack him, Kun Ge hurriedly shouted.

Poor Huang Mao hadn't even figured out what was going on when he was led over by two equally puzzled lackeys to stand in front of Bidegla and Kun Ge.

"Kun Ge, what... what's going on?" Forced to walk over, Huang Mao looked as if he had seen a ghost, even his tone of voice was anxious.

"Tell me, how did you provoke Bidegla?" Kun Ge asked through gritted teeth, almost wishing to slap Huang Mao to death.

"I..." Questioned in such a manner by Kun Ge, Huang Mao was extremely aggrieved. How did his hired help become the other side's lackeys in the blink of an eye? He was at his wit's end.

"Never mind, he doesn't need to speak. I'll say it instead. This scum was extorting protection money here, demanding two thousand at a time. If they didn't pay, he not only beat people, but also wanted to smash the store. How should we handle it?" Seeing that Kun Ge seemed genuinely afraid of him, Bidegla couldn't be bothered to take action, instead speaking calmly.

"Damn it!" Upon hearing Bidegla's words, Kun Ge immediately became angry, slapping Huang Mao in the face, causing blood to spurt from his mouth and nose, and eliciting a miserable scream.

"Huang Mao, how many times have I told you? You can't extort more than five hundred in protection money here, at most. I didn't expect your audacity to grow. Asking for two thousand, why don't you just go rob someone?" Kun Ge raged, appearing genuine.

Living in the Hongzhu district, the people didn't have money, even though they were street thugs, they still had principles. If they extorted money that people couldn't afford, what good did it do them?

Only a fool would engage in this kind of exploitative behavior.

"Kun Ge, I..." Huang Mao was truly frightened now, realizing that Kun Ge was genuinely angry this time, all because of his greed. He didn't want to be exposed now.

"Get lost, I'm not your brother." Kun Ge spat forcefully on the ground, then said to his lackeys, "Beat him up first, then we'll talk."

"Yes." The lackeys knew that Kun Ge was really angry, so they left no room for sentiment, causing Huang Mao to scream in agony.

After a full minute of beating, Huang Mao collapsed on the ground, bleeding from his mouth, convulsing all over. He was completely devoid of any dignity, and his pitiful appearance was worse than that of a beggar.

"Bidegla, how do you think we should handle him? Whatever you say, I'll do it." At this point, Kun Ge turned his gaze to Bidegla, once again putting on a respectful expression.

Without a trace of sympathy on his face, Bidegla said calmly, "Break his legs and throw him out onto the street."

This Huang Mao was truly scum, so Bidegla naturally didn't need to be polite. He made it clear that he wouldn't dare to kill someone in broad daylight, otherwise, Huang Mao would have met an untimely end.