This sentence stunned the man, and then he stretched out his hand to the back like he was insulted: "Give me 3,000 yuan." For a young master like him, they usually don't need to carry cash with them. Even if they have a wallet on their body, there won't be too much cash in it, at most just a few gold cards. But the bodyguard will carry a certain amount of cash for emergency use in some situations. One of the bodyguards behind him frowned but still reluctantly handed over 3,000 yuan to the young master.

  The young master took the money and waved his hand, throwing all the banknotes at Bai Shaofeng's head. "You cheated!" he shouted. The next scene should have been Bai Shaofeng covered in flying banknotes, but the man didn't see that. Instead, Bai Shaofeng stretched out his left hand and caught all the banknotes before they scattered. Then he sat there nodding and said, "Sorry, I made a mistake. You're very clever. Thanks, I was short on cash too."

  Before the words were out of her mouth, the man's face changed. He had already reacted and realized that he had unknowingly fallen into a trap and inexplicably given this swindler three thousand yuan. Losing money was a small matter, but losing face was a big deal, and he couldn't help but erupt immediately. Just then, the little girl suddenly burst out laughing, laughing very happily, and pulled on the man's sleeve: "Huang brother, you're really funny, did you do it on purpose to make me happy?"

  That smile was like smoke dispersing, and the man's face immediately softened. He turned his head and said: "Xiao Mei sister is happy, that's all I care about, I love seeing you smile... You've played enough, don't stay in this kind of place for too long, let's go." Ah, being able to make Xiao Mei laugh, 3,000 yuan is nothing! The man pulled the little girl away, and as she left, she turned her head and said: "Don't cheat people again! You miscalculated, didn't you?"

  "Who knows who you are? Even if I made a mistake, it's not like I'm a fortune teller. These three thousand yuan are real! Today is really lucky, just thinking of sleeping and someone sent me a pillow, no money and then met a big fool."

  Xiao Bai was overjoyed and secretly rejoiced in his heart, thinking that if he could see through people's hearts and make good use of it, he would get what he wanted. A group of people walked out of the street entrance, and Huang quietly made a hand gesture to one of the bodyguards behind him. The bodyguard stopped in his tracks, waited for the people in front to walk far away, then turned around and took big strides back, rushing towards Bai Shaofeng. This person had probably bullied many people under Young Master Huang's command, and walked directly up to Bai Shaofeng, stretching out his hand to grab his collar without saying a word. He was still a capable bodyguard after training in martial arts for several years, but this time he grabbed nothing but air.

  Bai Shaofeng had noticed him coming and felt the malicious killing intent in his heart, so he had expected what he wanted to do. That young master actually still wanted to deal with him like this, Xiao Bai was also angry, so he didn't show any courtesy. When the bodyguard stretched out his hand towards him, he suddenly stood up forcefully with his right foot, cut his left hand on the back of the man's elbow, then punched his fist on the softest part of his abdomen under his chest bone, and finally lightly cut his throat cartilage with one hand. He completed so many actions in a short period because the bodyguard's movements were like slow motion to him. In fact, he still had time to do another move on the bodyguard's lower body, which would have made the opponent suffer even more, but Xiao Bai wouldn't do something so despicable.

  The bodyguard had just stretched out his hand, and then he let out a miserable cry, clutching his arm and covering his belly as he squatted down. Then he looked up with one hand covering his throat and stared at Bai Shaofeng in horror, before jumping up and running away in a flash. Bai Shaofeng didn't even have time to say a majestic "Scram!"

  "Who knew I was so powerful? When fighting with others, there is a superhuman left hand! Xiao Bai had just become somewhat self-absorbed when he heard someone clapping and laughing beside him: "Great, great, little brother, really not bad, both literary and martial skills are excellent...I didn't even see how you moved your hands?"

  As he turned around, a man in his thirties was already sitting at the foot of the wall, right next to where he had just been sitting. The man was clapping and cheering. He looked familiar, and White seemed to have seen him at least twice before. The first time was when he was a child, a group of tourists from the city were having dinner in his grandmother's courtyard, someone suggested eating five-spice donkey meat, and his grandfather asked him to bring out their donkey for everyone to see. Little White led out their white-haired donkey, which as soon as it entered the courtyard charged towards a table of people, its flying hooves kicking one person right in the chest - that person was this man! And another person next to him slapped the donkey to the ground.

  The second time I saw this person was on the mountain where he met Qingchen, and it was also when I saw these two familiar people at the same time. The one who knocked the donkey to the ground with a wave of his hand was the mysterious master who tied up Qingchen with a hundred-foot-long silk rope, while the man in front of me walked over from the valley singing an unpleasant song. Later... later Qingchen was blown away and crashed into me, and I fainted. And today, unexpectedly, I met this man again on the small street at night, he sat there smiling and clapping his hands at me.

  "Who are you?" Xiaobai asked in a flustered tone.

  The man retorted: "You made 3,000 yuan using my umbrella and you don't even say thank you, instead you ask who I am?"

  "Your poster?" Little White pointed to the large white paper on the ground with a stretched out hand.

  The man nodded and said, "Not bad, it's my signboard. This paper is what I use to set up my stall. It just so happens that you used it conveniently when you went out... I'm not interested in fighting and killing, but your move of eating and spitting out the food was indeed beautiful. In ancient strategy, that's called the 'Flying Needle Technique'... How come I've never discovered such an excellent colleague before? Your professional level is very high, I must ask for your advice."

  That man opened his mouth and said a lot, some of which Xiaobai didn't quite understand, but the most important thing was that he understood - he was the fortune teller who set up the stall, but due to a misunderstanding, the group of people from earlier thought he was the fortune teller. Xiaobai picked up the paper and placed it in front of the man: "Is this yours? I didn't take it, it was blown to me by the wind. May I ask your surname? Have we met before?"

  The man smiled and said, "My surname is Feng, and my name is Feng Junzi. In the fortune-telling circle on the streets, I'm also your senior, so just call me Senior Feng. You look a bit familiar, but I couldn't recall who you are."

  Xiao Bai thought for a moment and felt that it was normal not to remember someone he had met briefly 15 years ago, so he didn't continue talking about it. He just found it strange in his heart that this person was actually a street fortune teller! He said again: "Sorry, I took your business earlier, now the sign is returned to you."

  "Never mind, I don't want it anymore. Anyway, I was going to close up shop soon. You can have the signboard for free. Who knows, you might have a bright future in this line of work."

  Xiao Bai: "You don't want it? Then how will you set up your stall tomorrow?"

  Feng Junzi: "I write a new sign every time I set up my stall. I use it once and then throw it away."

  Xiaobai: "Do you write a new one every day? Are you practicing calligraphy?"

  "Little brother, you don't understand the situation. I only set up a stall three times a year, and today is already my third time this year. If I write another sign, it will have to wait until next year."

  Xiao Bai was perplexed, wondering if there were really such strange people in the world. However, what truly astonished him was not Wind Gentleman's words, but the person in front of him. He was different from everyone else Xiao Bai had ever met, because Xiao Bai couldn't sense what he was thinking or feeling. For the first time, Xiao Bai's special ability to perceive human emotions was ineffective; when he concentrated on sensing this person, he felt nothing but emptiness, as if that person wasn't real. Yet, this person was indeed a living being, sitting right in front of him and smiling as they spoke.