Once, twice... Liu Mang continuously struck over ten times, still not stopping his hand.
His master had named him Liu Mang, and in this lifetime, he was determined not to be a pushover.
If others bullied him by an inch, he would retaliate tenfold.
If others hit him once, he would hit back ten times as hard.
Lu Mengyao, this woman, had punched him twice, so he smacked her back twenty times.
She really, really wanted to fight back. Lu Mengyao wanted to go all out against Liu Mang, but unfortunately, she didn't have even a trace of strength left and was simply unable to resist.
Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen. Liu Mang slapped Lu Mengyao eighteen times in a row before he finally stopped his hand, "Two slaps are still owed. I'll let you owe them for now; I'll come back for them when I'm in a good mood. Goodbye."
Lu Mengyao no longer had the strength to trouble Liu Mang. Even if her hands were released, she could only lie limply on the table, gasping for breath.
The fierce and cold temperament she had before had long gone. It took a good while before Lu Mengyao regained a bit of strength and she shouted towards the doorway, "I'm going to kill you, I swear I will kill you... Ah, it hurts so much."
Liu Mang left the police station, wandering aimlessly on the street.
He had finally arrived in Jiangnan City, but since he couldn't find Professional Medicine Corner, he really didn't know what to do.
If he could find it, that would be good, but within the vast sea of people, searching for a single shop was not an easy task.
Even if he found one, if it wasn't opened by someone from Professional Medicine Corner, it would be useless.
Thinking it over, he decided to forget it. Relying on others was worse than relying on oneself.
In this day and age, as long as one isn't lazy, with hands and feet, one shouldn't starve to death.
After wandering through a few streets, Liu Mang came to a fairly bustling street where many people had set up stalls, selling small accessories, clothes, shoes, hats, and other items.
Liu Mang casually found a spot to sit down and took out various bottles and jars from his backpack, yelling loudly, "Passers-by, take a pause and have a look. If anyone in your family suffers from bruises, headaches and fevers, or infertility, just come to me. I guarantee your illness will be cured with my medicine."
With Liu Mang's loud hawking, a crowd of people gathered around to watch the excitement.
A woman around thirty-six or thirty-seven years old asked, "Can you really cure infertility?"
"That depends on what kind of infertility it is," Liu Mang assessed the woman in front of him, "Big sister, your face is yellow and your forehead is pale, your eyes are lifeless, and the Three Clears area on the top of your head is hollow, indicating symptoms of yin deficiency. Let me treat you, and having children won't be a problem."
Upon hearing what Liu Mang said, the woman's face turned red, "You, how can you say such things at your young age."
Liu Mang realized he had said the wrong thing and quickly explained, "I meant treating you."
As he spoke, Liu Mang picked up a small red bottle, "This contains Nine Lotus Elixir; it's a marvelous medicine for women to replenish blood and boost qi. I'll give you three pills, take one a day, and I guarantee in three days you'll be glowing with health. Then, not to mention having one child, having twins at once won't be a problem."
He took out a square piece of kraft paper about ten centimeters across, intending to open the bottle to pour out the elixir for the woman when she asked hurriedly, "How much do these elixirs cost?"
Liu Mang bared a row of shiny white teeth and smiled at the woman, "Big sister, you've been so anxious for so many years because you couldn't conceive. I might as well do a good deed, and you can have the medicine for free."
The woman, upon hearing this, shook her head nonstop, "Sure enough, you're a scammer!"
"What, a scammer?" Liu Mang pointed at his own nose, "You're calling me a scammer?"
"What else could you be, if not a scam artist? You're so young, you could do anything else, but you chose to sell fake medicine. You could have sold other fake goods, like counterfeit shoes, bags, clothes, and such—all fakes too. But those fakes don't harm people, whereas selling fake medicine does. What if someone gets sick because of it? I'm telling you, you can scam people anywhere else, but not here in Jiangnan City..."
The woman berated Liu Mang incessantly, treating him as if he were her worst enemy.
She had been unable to conceive for over a decade and had visited countless specialized hospitals, spending an unknown amount of money.
After all those years, she still wasn't pregnant—a total waste of money.
Her biggest dream in life was to meet a Divine Doctor who could cure her infertility and bless her with children.
Now here was this young man, claiming that just three pills could cure what numerous hospitals couldn't, and he wasn't even charging for them. If that wasn't a scam, what was?
Liu Mang felt his head grow large from the scolding. Damn it, what kind of situation was this?
He had just wanted to do a good deed, and here he was, mistaken for a scam artist.
Liu Mang decided to put the medicine bottle down, "You don't want it, fine. I won't give it to you then. Serves you right for being childless your whole life."
The woman's most vulnerable spot had been hit, and she burst into tears, squatting on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably, her cries filled with heartache.
"Hey, don't cry. I didn't really do anything to you. Why are you crying?" Liu Mang glanced around and saw everyone staring coldly at him.
"Alright, I'm a soft-hearted guy. I'll still try to be the good guy," he said. Taking out three elixirs, he wrapped them in paper and forced them into the woman's hand. "It's not poison and won't kill you. Just consider it a shot in the dark."
Seeing that business was ruined anyway, Liu Mang packed up his things and pushed through the crowd to leave.
Left behind, the woman finally stopped crying, numbly looked at the wrapped elixirs in her hand, thought about throwing them away, but eventually, she stuffed them into her pocket.
After the commotion, Liu Mang had no desire to set up shop anymore and decided to find a hotel to stay in.
Liu Mang wandered through seven or eight streets, inquiring at every hotel and inn he found, only to realize that staying just one night would cost at least two hundred yuan.
Two hundred yuan for just one night? That was enough to cover a month's living expenses for a family in the countryside.
Were houses in the city made of gold, to be so expensive?
In a word, damn daylight robbery!
Reluctant to part with his money, Liu Mang continued to stroll until he reached a nearby park.
Coming to a secluded part of the park, he found some wooden benches, and decided not to move on.
He set his backpack down, planning to rough it for the night. Sleeping here would save him two hundred yuan, which was a deal no matter how you looked at it.
Before Liu Mang could lie down, he suddenly heard a series of hurried pants and footsteps, and a woman stumbled her way over to him.
Seeing Liu Mang, the woman desperately scrambled into his embrace as if he were a lifeline.
Holy shit, a stroke of luck? Liu Mang hadn't expected such fortune in Jiangnan City.
Before he could figure out what was happening, five or six people rushed over from the direction the woman had come from and glared menacingly at him upon spotting him.