“Boss, I just saw a few people enter the supermarket,” one lackey whispered urgently.

  “Damn it! dare they steal from my stash? They must have a death wish!” Li Hu growled, his face twisting with fury.

  Inside the supermarket, Li Mulan and Li Mushuang instantly tensed up at the sound of his voice.

  “What do we do? It’s Li Hu!” Mulan whispered anxiously.

  “Maybe we should just give the food back,” missing suggested, her voice trembling as she glanced at Bai Ze for guidance.

  Bai Ze sneered coldly. “Why panic? If they could take this food, they would’ve done it already. Since they couldn’t, the food belongs to whoever has the strength to claim it.”

  Before long, a mob surrounded the supermarket. Bai Ze, unfazed, casually strode out, his demeanor as calm as ever.

  Li Hu’s name was all too familiar to Bai Ze. For years, Li Hu had tormented him during college, reveling in bullying him. With his father being the mayor and a close alliance with local thugs, Li Hu was untouchable. He was the campus tyrant, feared by all. Bai Ze recalled the time someone accidentally hit Li Hu with a basketball. That person ended up in the ICU for a week and left permanently disabled, while Li Hu walked away scot-free thanks to his father’s influence.

  Seeing Bai Ze saunter out so casually, the two sisters couldn’t help but grow more worried. They knew how cruel Li Hu could be. If they fell into his hands, their fate might be even worse than sticking with Bai Ze. Frightened, they crouched behind a shelf, trying to stay hidden.

  Bai Ze’s appearance at the entrance surprised Li Hu and his cronies. Recognizing him immediately, they burst into mocking laughter.

  “Well, well, if it isn’t Bai Ze. I can’t believe you’re still alive. What’s this? Just you? Where are your friends?” Li Hu taunted.

  “Unbelievable! How did someone as spineless as you make it this far? Must’ve been pure dumb luck,” another added, cackling.

  Bai Ze ignored their jeers, his eyes scanning each one of them. He recognized every face—his tormentors. His silent stare, however, only irritated Li Hu.

  “Are you deaf?” Li Hu barked. Annoyed by the lack of response, he gestured at two lackeys. “Go in and drag out whoever’s hiding in there.”

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  Moments later, the two men returned, each dragging one sister by the arm.

  “Boss, look what we found!” one of them said smugly.

  Li Hu’s eyes widened in delight when he saw the twins. His lips curled into a lecherous grin. “Well, well, if it isn’t our school’s twin beauties. Tonight’s just getting better and better.”

  The sisters, trembling with fear, instinctively looked at Bai Ze, silently pleading for his help.

  Li Hu noticed their glances and sneered. “You’re hoping this worthless coward will save you? Ha! Let me tell you something—no one, not even the king of heaven, can save you tonight.”

  One of Li Hu’s lackeys interrupted, “Boss, the food inside is gone. Could they have hidden it?”

  “Gone?” Li Hu turned to Bai Ze, suspicion flaring in his eyes. “Where’s the food? Where did you hide it?”

  Bai Ze remained silent, his gaze icy and unwavering, staring at Li Hu as if he were already a dead man.

  The silent defiance made Li Hu’s blood boil. “You little—! Let’s see how long you can keep that attitude,” he snarled before turning to the twins. “Speak! Where’s the food?”

  Mulan kept her lips tightly sealed, but fishing, overcome by fear, stammered, “We only took two bags! The rest… the rest disappeared when Bai Ze took them!”

  “Disappeared? Do you take me for a fool?” Li Hu’s face darkened. “You dare mock me?”

  With a snarl, he raised his hand and slapped, pushing hard across the face, the sound echoing through the supermarket.

  Bai Ze made no move to intervene. In his eyes, betrayal deserved consequences, and fishing had chosen her punishment.

  Tears streamed down her face, and she sobbed quietly. Li Hu, however, turned his attention back to Bai Ze. “Last chance. Tell me where the food is, or I’ll beat it out of you!”

  Finally, Bai Ze moved. Slowly, he approached the sisters, pushing aside the lackeys and holding them captive. He positioned himself between the twins and their aggressors, shielding them from harm.

  This act of defiance sent Li Hu into a blind rage. “You dare defy me? Men, teach this fool a lesson he’ll never forget!”

  The lackeys surged forward, wielding makeshift weapons—chairs, pipes, wooden planks. Mulan and fishing screamed, covering their eyes, unable to watch what they thought would be Bai Ze’s brutal demise.

  But Bai Ze moved like a phantom. With a single, thunderous kick, he sent one attacker flying backward into a wall, the impact cracking the concrete. The lackey collapsed to the ground, lifeless, blood pooling beneath him.

  The remaining men froze in shock, staring at their fallen comrade. They had never encountered someone who fought back, let alone with such lethal force.

  Bai Ze gave them no time to recover. He darted forward, delivering bone-shattering punches and kicks with precision. Within moments, the mob was writhing on the ground, incapacitated.

  Only Li Hu remained standing. He stared at Bai Ze, his bravado replaced with sheer terror. This wasn’t the same man he had bullied in school. This was a monster.

  As Bai Ze closed in, Li Hu turned and bolted, but he didn’t get far. Bai Ze caught him effortlessly, dragging him back like a predator with its prey. Li Hu’s legs buckled, and he collapsed, trembling.

  “B-Bai Ze! I was wrong! Please, don’t kill me!” Li Hu begged, his voice shaking, tears streaming down his face.

  Bai Ze leaned in, his voice low and menacing. “You should have prayed for mercy long ago. Now, it’s too late.”