Just a few steps ahead, he heard a commotion; it sounded like someone was shouting and cursing. Glancing over, he saw several men, likely drunk, beating a woman, their fists and feet flying. The woman, curled up on the ground, was whimpering, too frightened even to cry loudly, her voice stifled in her throat, making for a spine-chilling scene. It was probably a client abusing a prostitute. Lin Feng didn’t want to get involved, but seeing several men ganging up on a single woman, he thought to himself that even prostitutes were human beings, and these scoundrels, having nothing better to do, why beat a defenseless woman? Unable to ignore the injustice, he coughed loudly to draw attention, hoping they would moderate their behavior.
Drunkards are rarely of good temperament, and there’s an old saying about alcohol giving courage to the cowardly. One of the men, catching Lin Feng’s intent, immediately cursed, “Cough, cough your mother, looking for a beating?” He reached out to grab Lin Feng.
Lin Feng, repulsed by the stench of alcohol, dodged aside, not wanting to engage with a drunk. However, the drunk, overly intoxicated, missed his grab, stumbled, and fell to the ground with a thud, immediately howling for help, claiming he was being beaten.
Lin Feng was speechless; this man seemed to be a professional scammer, ready to exploit any situation. He dodged the drunk’s attempts to grab his ankle, cursed him silently for being shameless, and tried to leave. The drunk, failing to catch him, started shouting even more dramatically. His companions, momentarily distracted from the woman, now turned their aggression towards Lin Feng.
Though these drunkards posed no real threat to Lin Feng, being entangled in such a pointless conflict was irritating. He had to subdue them, and as he passed the woman still crying on the ground, he kindly advised, “Sister, go home quickly!”
Hearing Lin Feng’s voice, the woman trembled, instinctively looking up at him, then shrieked and quickly lowered her head, her hair covering her face as she scrambled towards a nearby barber shop in panic.
Lin Feng felt something was off; this woman seemed familiar. After a moment of thought, it dawned on him, and he called out to her retreating figure, “Zhu Tingting?”
