After the woman in the camisole fell, the women who were with her immediately surrounded them.

They stood around Wang Zhixing and shouted,

"Don't play around if you can't afford it. How can you get physical with her?"

"If you don't give us an explanation today, don't even think about walking out of this street."

Wang Zhixing realized that he had used too much force just now. He was careless and caused this woman to be injured.

He turned to the injured woman and apologized. "I'm sorry I hurt you."

"This is for your medical fee. Is it enough?"

Wang Zhixing took out three hundred-dollar bills.

He felt that it was just some grazing. This should be enough.

The remaining amount could be considered compensation for her emotional shock!

"Psh! Trying to dispose of the matter with this bit of money, it's not even enough to dismiss a beggar!"

The person who spoke was a woman with red hair.

When the red-haired woman opened her mouth, the other women also started asking questions.

These people clearly wanted to extort him, but Wang Zhixing did not want to create more trouble. After all, he was the one who had done wrong first.

"Then how much do you want?"

The red-haired girl thought for a while. I only make 50 yuan for a quickie, and there's dozen of us. We have to get at least 100 yuan each.

Hence, she used the calculator on her phone to calculate.

"At least 3,000."

She stated the price.

The women who were with her immediately agreed.

"Yes, at least 3,000 yuan."

"Don't think of leaving this street without 3,000 yuan."

"Hurry and pay up."

Wang Zhixing's face darkened.

If she said 500 or 600 yuan, he would pay it.

But 3,000 yuan was too much.

Although he didn't want trouble, things would be different if they crossed the line.

Wang Zhixing expressed his attitude. "I will only give you 600 yuan at most. If you continue to pester me, I'll have to call the police."

When these women heard this, the majority of them stopped shouting.

They knew what they were doing and did not want to bring trouble for themselves.

However, the red-haired woman wasn't scared at all.

She made a call, probably to get more people.

"I've called for people, don't go!"

The red-haired woman hung up the phone and shouted at Wang Zhixing arrogantly.

Wang Zhixing's face was dark.

He really didn't want trouble.

"1,000 yuan. I'll give you 1,000 yuan at most," Wang Zhixing said through gritted teeth.

The red-haired woman laughed loudly. "1,000? You really have the cheek to say that."

Wang Zhixing's patience was exhausted. He said, "I have apologized.

"I have also offered to pay for her medical bill.

"300 yuan. Take it or leave it!"

With that, Wang Zhixing threw down 300 yuan and left.

"Stop him! Don't let him escape!" The red-haired woman immediately shouted.

Those women immediately chased after him.

"There's no end to this!"

At this moment, Wang Zhixing was furious.

"Get lost!"

The fury of an immortal cultivator burst out.

The sound wave was like a sudden clap of thunder—it caused one's scalp to go numb and one's head to buzz.

The women covered their ears with their hands. They screamed in agony as they squatted on the ground.

Wang Zhixing ignored them and quickly disappeared.

…

After getting away, Wang Zhixing came to a park.

"Looks like I'm going to spend the night here."

Wang Zhixing found a bench and sat down.

The night sky today was still nice. It was full of stars, and they were densely packed—like shimmering silver beads.

Wang Zhixing just sat there like a statue, not moving for a long time.

After some time, Wang Zhixing raised his arm and looked at the time. It was already 10 o'clock at night.

He did not feel sleepy at all. The image of his son in prison appeared in his mind from time to time.

Wang Zhixing patted his head, trying not to think about that.

But when everything quietened down, those scenes would uncontrollably appear and replay without end in his mind.

For this reason, Wang Zhixing thought of cultivation.

Following this, he sat down cross-legged on the bench with his five centers facing the sky and began to circulate his cultivation technique. He started to inhale and exhale.

Although there was a lack of spiritual energy in this world, he could still absorb a little of it.

After entering a state of cultivation, Wang Zhixing felt his entire state of mind gradually calm down. He no longer thought about those things.

Time slowly passed.

The lights in the park went out when it was time.

Everything became exceptionally quiet.

…

Outside the park, a group of people suddenly appeared on the street.

The red-haired woman was among them.

Following the red-haired woman was a group of snitches. There were more than ten of them—each growing further and further away from society's normal standards.

"Brother Wen, Skinner said that he saw that foreigner come to this park," someone said.

"Let's go and take a look!" Brother Wen flicked his elegant hair and went into the park.

Everyone started searching with flashlights.

At this moment, Wang Zhixing was cultivating. He was completely unaware of the situation outside.

"Brother Wen, there's someone there!"

Someone shone the flashlight over.

"Brother Wen, it's him." The red-haired woman recognized him at a glance.

Brother Wen tapped his cigarette ashes and said, "Good fellow!"

Everyone immediately pulled out the metal rods hidden behind their backs.

Soon, they surrounded Wang Zhixing.

Wang Zhixing still did not realize this as he was immersed in the thrill of cultivation.

The red-haired woman nestled into Brother Wen's embrace. When she saw Wang Zhixing's strange meditation method and how he didn't move at all, she couldn't help but feel a bit scared.

"Brother Wen, this person is… weird?" The red-haired woman looked a little scared.

Brother Wen laughed. "What's so scary about being weird? We have more people. What can he do alone?"

With that, he raised his metal rod and knocked on the bench.

"Hey, hey, hey! Foreigner, wake up!"

The sound of the metal rod striking was very loud. It affected Wang Zhixing's cultivation.

When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a group of gangsters dressed in strange clothes with colorful hair.

Wang Zhixing was stunned.

"Foreigner, you're finally awake.

"What are you doing here? Are you trying to scare your Brother Wen to death!?" Brother Wen said arrogantly.

The surrounding lackeys roared with laughter.

Wang Zhixing frowned and spotted the red-haired woman.

In an instant, he knew what was going on.

"What do you want?" Wang Zhixing calmly asked.

Brother Wen smiled. "It's simple. Pay up."

"Why should I pay you?"

"No reason. You just have to pay."

"What if I don't want to?"

"If you won't, I'll have to teach you a lesson."

As he said that, Brother Wen swung the metal rod in his hand, and the surrounding lackeys also played with the metal rod in their hands.

Wang Zhixing was calm and composed as he indifferently looked around.

Great. It was very quiet. The street outside the park was just as quiet.

Honestly, he really did not want trouble. But, these people were very stubborn and insisted on pestering him.

As a cultivator, if he continued to endure this, he would be too ashamed to face the Sect Master and his fellow cultivators.

Wang Zhixing took a deep breath. "I'll say one last thing."

"Come, come, come! Go ahead! Besides, I'm magnanimous, so I'll let you say one more sentence." Brother Wen smiled cheekily and was completely unbothered.

Wang Zhixing said with a solemn expression, "If you leave now, I'll pretend nothing happened.

"But if you insist on finding trouble with me, don't blame me for being impolite."

Brother Wen laughed.

He walked forward, raised the iron rod, and waved it in front of Wang Zhixing's eyes.

"Country bumpkin…"

Bang!

Suddenly, there was a dull sound.

Brother Wen had just said those words when he flew away with a whoosh.

When everyone saw this, they were stunned.