Wang An was instantly amused by the sheer absurdity of it.
Just how fucking arrogant did this kid have to be? To actually have the nerve to say something so utterly shameless.
Help him carry fertilizer? How interesting. He didn't look like a total prick, but he certainly had a vivid imagination.
Wang An casually tossed the bag of fertilizer off his shoulder onto the ground. As he walked toward the man, a cold sneer plastered across his face, he asked
"What did you just say? I didn't quite catch that. Come on, say it again."
As he spoke, Wang An cupped his hand behind his ear, mimicking a gesture of listening intently.
Seeing Wang An approach, the man showed not a hint of fear. He kept his hands behind his back, chin slightly tilted up, chest puffed out—looking every bit the arrogant prick who looked down on people through his nostrils.
Only after Wang An finished speaking did the man frown and bark sharply
"I told you to go back to the warehouse and keep carrying fertilizer. Once that's done, I'll have them move it off your truck. What's the matter? You're so young and you're already deaf? Do I really have to say things twice for you?"
From this overbearing attitude, it was clear that this man was some kind of leader—the type who enjoyed bossing people around.
But for the current Wang An, no amount of leadership status mattered!
Even if the Emperor himself showed up, he was getting a beating today.
The key was that Wang An was a rough man; he was the type who preferred to use his fists rather than argue. How could he possibly tolerate this?
Thus, the moment the man finished speaking, Wang An's size-11 hand swept out with lightning speed.
Simultaneously, as if he hadn't heard a word the man said, Wang An roared
"Move fertilizer off my truck? You're robbing me?"
"You motherfucker, you dare rob me? Give back my stuff right now!"
With a crisp *slap*, the cheek that had been struck turned bright red at a visible speed—red as a monkey's backside.
There is a limit to endurance, and while an uncle might endure it, a motherfucking aunt wouldn't let it slide!
Mainly, in broad daylight, under the open sky, how could someone be so blatant and self-righteous about "robbery"?
That's right—Wang An was intentionally framing them for robbery.
Although the man had made it sound simple, implying the fertilizer could just be handed over, the bags Wang An and his two companions had already paid for, cleared the warehouse, and loaded onto the truck. Therefore, the fertilizer belonged solely to them.
There was no dispute on that point.
Consequently, anyone moving fertilizer off that truck could be viewed as stealing. And since these people were doing it right in front of them, it was robbery—and if it wasn't robbery, it was robbery anyway!
So, was Wang An in the wrong for being forced to resist because he was being robbed?
That slap left the men unloading the fertilizer stunned, including the rather glamorous woman, who was instantly frozen in place.
They all stared at Wang An in shock, though who knows what was going through their heads.
At the same time, the slap had left the leader-type man completely dazed. He stared blankly at Wang An, momentarily unsure of what to do.
As a leader, he likely hadn't been hit before. The fact that someone actually dared to strike him—and a slap to the face at that—made it feel utterly unbelievable.
It was no exaggeration to say that this single slap had overturned his entire worldview and set of values.
He didn't even seem to hear Wang An accusing them of robbery.
After the first slap, Wang An continued to curse
"You're the ringleader, huh? You motherfucker, you look like a decent human being, why the hell did you choose to be a robber?"
As he spoke, Wang An swung his hand again, delivering a solid slap to the other cheek.
Though the two slaps sounded loud, Wang An hadn't used his full strength; the primary goal was humiliation.
Since the man was likely a leader, even though Wang An had labeled him a robber, he was afraid of causing permanent injury, which would make the aftermath difficult to handle.
After the two slaps, the man finally snapped out of it. He instinctively touched his face, then began to tremble, pointing at Wang An with a distorted expression
"You... you... you motherfucker, you actually dare to hit me! I... I'll make you..."
Before he could finish, Wang An waved his hand, and a third slap landed.
This time, Wang An increased the force. The blow sent the man reeling, violently knocking the half-finished sentence right back down his throat.
It was only then that the glamorous woman reacted first. She stepped forward to shield the leader, pointing at Wang An and shouting to the men carrying the fertilizer
"Second Brother, what are you all standing around for? Don't you see Hongyu has been hit? Beat him! Beat him now!"
Unexpectedly, after shouting, the woman charged forward herself, claws out, attempting to scratch Wang An.
This move actually gave Wang An a start.
However, with Wang An's skills, how could he possibly be scratched by a woman?
With a swift motion, Wang An reached out and gripped the woman's head like he was grabbing a basketball, locking her in place.
The woman seemed a beat slow in her reactions; unaware that her head was held fast, she continued to flail her arms, trying to scratch him.
Regarding hitting women, unless it was "doing that" on a heated bed, Wang An truly couldn't bring himself to do it.
But this woman's stubborn, relentless aggression made Wang An feel extremely repulsed.
Frowning at the crazy woman for a moment, Wang An exerted force with the hand gripping her head. The woman stumbled back several steps—*thump, thump, thump*—before landing hard on her backside.
The woman's earlier shout had worked; the six men carrying fertilizer were now charging forward with shouts and yells, but they were blocked by the combined efforts of Wang Li and Mu Xueli.
By now, two of the six had already been knocked to the ground—one by Mu Xueli's "Single Palm Monument Push" and another by Wang Li's "Black Dragon Claw Swing."
As Wang An pushed the woman aside and looked back, another of the remaining four collapsed.
To be fair, while these men looked sturdy and clearly possessed significant physical strength—making them excellent laborers—they obviously didn't know how to fight.
Not only did they rely solely on brute force, but they didn't even think to grab a tool or weapon, fighting bare-handed.
Thus, despite their numbers, they couldn't last long against trained fighters like Wang Li and Mu Xueli, who specialized in the highly lethal "Eighteen Hands of the Black Dragon."