"Enough."
Just as the young man was about to strike the Cleaning Uncle again, a hand nonchalantly grabbed the young man's arm, and a faint voice followed...
"Damn it, who the hell are you?! You say enough is enough?! My stuff got stolen, and I'm not allowed to hit people?!" The young man was clearly angry with Hao Jian's intervention, twitching his arm, trying to break free from Hao Jian's grip, but angrily found that Hao Jian's palm was like a clamp, inescapable!
"Didn't expect another idiot!"
Hao Jian helplessly shook his head, looked at the Cleaning Uncle lying on the ground, smiled slightly, and said, "Uncle, leave this matter to me, go on with your work!"
"This…"
Fear still lingered on the uncle's face. Hearing Hao Jian's words, he gritted his teeth, got up, walked to the front of the crowd not far away, and stood there, seemingly unwilling to leave until his innocence was restored today.
"You scum! Who told you to leave?!"
