C547 Pengci

"My leg, I can't feel my leg anymore." The middle-aged man on the ground touched his own leg with one hand and pointed at Lee Zhuohua with the other. He shouted heartbreakingly. Those who did not know the situation would think that Lee Zhuohua had broken his leg when they saw his posture.

Pedestrians had already surrounded the place in a circle. People were like this. Those who watched the show did not mind causing a ruckus, because of the shout of the middle-aged man on the ground, they all thought that Lee Zhuohua had knocked down this person.

Lee Zhuohua did not understand what was going on at all. He clearly remembered that the middle-aged man had fallen before he even touched him. He had not been hit by him at all.

"You get up first. Just now, you were the one who walked over and fell down, not me." This was the first time Lee Zhuohua had encountered such a thing. Without any experience, he naturally wouldn't know that the other party was doing this on purpose.

When the middle-aged man on the ground heard Lee Zhuohua's words, his eyes rolled around, and then he let out an even more miserable cry.

"You're the one who hit me, and you still don't want to admit it. Aiyo... My leg, I still have a family to rely on to support me. My leg is numb now, what should I do?" The middle-aged man took the opportunity to hug Lee Zhuohua's leg and cried out loudly, his voice filled with tears.

The surrounding people heard the man's words and thought that it was true. Since this person's leg was broken, then his family could be considered to have suffered a lot. These people were attracted by his words and sympathized with him. At the same time, they felt that Lee Zhuohua was a little too much. He wanted to deny it after injuring him.

"He broke his leg here, and his family's heaven is broken."

"Yeah. What a pity. The young man who knocked him down looked dignified. I didn't expect that he would be so irresponsible. He actually tried to cut ties with him."

"That's right. I don't know which rich young lord he is from. None of them are good. They just like to bully us commoners."

The crowd did not understand what had happened. Their thoughts were completely led by the middle-aged man's words. They all thought that it was Lee Zhuohua's fault. For a moment, everyone stared at Lee Zhuohua with an unfriendly gaze.

Lee Zhuohua also sensed that the atmosphere was unfavorable to him, but he had never encountered such a thing before. He wanted to explain himself, but obviously, no one would believe what he said. They would only believe what they saw.

"This..." Lee Zhuohua hesitated. He did not know how to deal with the situation in front of him. He could feel that the middle-aged man on the ground and the surrounding onlookers did not have any cultivation base. If Lee Zhuohua wanted to leave, no one could stop him.

Yet he had never felt so wronged before. It was not what people thought, but he could not explain it, and it made him feel that he was too weak to do anything about it, even though he had the power to do so.

"Get up first. Your legs are fine. Tell us what happened. I didn't hit you." When Lee Zhuohua's gaze swept across the middle-aged man's leg, he found that it was not injured at all. He wanted to resolve the misunderstanding between the crowd and the middle-aged man.

It was just that Lee Zhuohua was the only one who could tell that the middle-aged man was unhurt. Other people could not tell if the middle-aged man was injured or not. When his words came out, the surrounding people confirmed their thoughts, and that was that Lee Zhuohua wanted to escape responsibility. This made them feel dissatisfied in their hearts.

When the middle-aged man heard Lee Zhuohua's words, his expression froze slightly. He didn't expect Lee Zhuohua to be able to tell that his leg was fine, but now that the surrounding people were obviously on his side, he wouldn't listen to Lee Zhuohua and stand up to admit that he was fine.

"Oh, my dear young master, please have pity on me. My leg is really numb, and I'm not lying to you, I'm just an honest man, and I don't dare to extort such a rich young master like you. I don't want anything else, just give me some money for my medical expenses, and let me treat my leg, nothing else, my child is waiting for me to go home." The middle-aged man's acting skills were at their peak at this moment. He hugged Lee Zhuohua's thigh and cried to the surrounding crowd.

This speech from the middle-aged man had completely pushed Lee Zhuohua into the role of a hedonistic young master oppressing the common people. The surrounding people had stopped their discussions at this moment. All of them looked at Lee Zhuohua angrily, as if if as long as Lee Zhuohua dared to leave, these people would group up and attack him.

With things developing to this point, Lee Zhuohua had also noticed that something was amiss. He looked at the expressions of the surrounding people who wished that they could beat him up and then looked at the middle-aged man who was hugging his thigh. There was also a kind of anger slowly emerging in his heart.

"This man is not injured at all, yet he slanders me like this. The others don't believe me either. They just believe what they are seeing. What a fool." Lee Zhuohua, who had realized what was going on, thought to himself. It was obvious that he was a little angry, but at this moment, he really had no way to solve the current predicament.

People's words were terrifying. Lee Zhuohua had experienced this kind of feeling, but these people were just ordinary people without any cultivation base. Although Lee Zhuohua was angry in his heart, he was not afraid.

"If I let you go today, what if something like this happens again?"

A stern shout came from the side, and at the same time, a young man walked out of the crowd, glaring at Lee Zhuohua.

As soon as the man appeared, the surrounding crowd cast curious glances at him. His words had touched the hearts of these people. At this moment, someone who could speak up for the middle-aged man had instantly stirred the emotions of the people present.

"That's right. What the hell is that? Usually, these hedonistic sons only know how to spend their lives drinking and bullying us, the common people."

The crowd started to respond. Apparently, they were all talking about what they were thinking because of the young man.

"Hmm?" Lee Zhuohua frowned slightly, and carefully sized up the young man who had suddenly appeared. He felt that because of the appearance of this young man, the situation had become even worse for him.

Lee Zhuohua also noticed that the young man and the middle-aged man on the ground were looking at each other. The two of them were secretly exchanging glances, but because the two of them were too well hidden, and the onlookers' attention was on Lee Zhuohua, no one other than Lee Zhuohua noticed that there was something wrong with the young man and the middle-aged man.

"As expected, they are in cahoots with each other." Lee Zhuohua felt his heart sink when he noticed the exchange of glances between the two of them.

He understood that the middle-aged man on the ground was clearly here to extort him, and the young man was here to cooperate with him. One of them was pretending to be pitiful in order to gain sympathy while the other was stirring up everyone's emotions, all in order to force Lee Zhuohua to the unreasonable side.

"Hah." Seeing this, Lee Zhuohua sneered. No one had ever been able to extort him from them. He wanted to see how these two would continue to act.

Now that he had seen through it, Lee Zhuohua no longer had the urge to panic. He had an indifferent expression on his face as he silently watched the people around him guide him and the young man speak ill of him.

At this time, Yun Fan, who had disappeared, seemed to be attracted by the movement of the crowd and also walked over.

"Hey?" Yun Fan was holding a rattle drum in one hand and some gadgets that he had bought from god-knows-where in the other. From afar, he saw Lee Zhuohua in the crowd, and he was surprised.

Yun Fan looked at the expressions of the people around him and the middle-aged man under Lee Zhuohua's feet. He thought for a moment and understood what had happened to Lee Zhuohua. However, he did not walk over to help Lee Zhuohua out. He even revealed a cunning smile on his face.

"Interesting. Let me see how he will break this trap." Yun Fan said with a wicked smile. After that, he stood there without any intention of helping Lee Zhuohua.