In his previous life, Third Master Jin from the Jin Family was a smiling tiger, with a vengeful nature that one should not provoke. This was well-known throughout the entire capital city.

He is easygoing and unrestrained, unconstrained by constraints. Whenever he sees someone, he always smiles. He seems carefree and indifferent to everything, but if you really provoke him...

If he didn't pursue the matter, that would be fine. But if he took it to heart, then it would be like being plagued by bad luck, never-ending.

Impulsiveness is the right of children, while the consequences are something that adults should consider.

But Jin Wuduan always surpassed both of them.

His personality determines how he conducts himself in the world. He has often resorted to hurting others at his own expense, causing himself more harm than good. When pushed to the limit, he would even risk everything, no matter the consequences.

So even though it was a rebirth, Jin Wuduan's inner core was that of a person in their thirties, but it did not hinder his hot-blooded and impulsive style of action.

If you provoke him, you have to let him vent. As for the consequences, they are not within his consideration.

Even if he is currently an unknown and insignificant troublemaker, even if his actions might result in a few days of attention from the police.

Jin Wuduan is also willing to spare no effort.

He had learned his lesson from this woman and showed no mercy in dealing with her.

Seeing the woman screaming and struggling wildly, Jin Wuduan grabbed her hair and slammed her to the ground. Then, he waved the knife in his hand in front of her eyes and chuckled, "Look at you, all wrinkled and ugly. I didn't expect you to curse so fiercely."

The shining blade was right before my eyes. As soon as I got closer, the cold light could hurt my eyes.

The terrified woman screamed in panic, tears and snot streaming down her face, fiercely resisting with her eyes tightly shut.

When a large chunk of hair had been pulled out from his temples, only then did he obediently start begging for mercy.

Jin Wuduan laughed heartily, while grabbing the split and yellowed long hair in his hand and making the woman beside him crouch down. He used a knife to draw on the ground and curiously asked, "I haven't done anything, why are you crying so pitifully?"

He laughed insouciantly, exuding an air of carefree demeanor. The ordinary slender knife in his hand seemed to bloom like a flower as it spun.

The woman's hair was yanked in someone's hand, causing her entire scalp to tingle.

She winced, clutching her wrist on top of her head with one hand while hurriedly digging out money from the pocket of her apron with the other. She exclaimed in fright, "Young sir! I was wrong, I was wrong. Please spare me this time, elder sister!"

"Sure."

Jin Wuduan laughed again, picked up the knife in his hand, and gently tapped the lips of the woman who was crying, tears and snot streaming down, before asking, "First, tell me, whom were you cursing with every word of 'little bastard' just now?"

"I was wrong! I was wrong!" the woman choked out, her eyes fixed on the knife pressed against her lips.

"I'm asking you a question!" Jin Wuduan sneered and said, "Were you bullying him like this when I wasn't around?"

He didn't know when he stopped smiling. The knife in his hand pressed down slightly as he repeated the question again, "When I'm not around, do you bully him like this?"

There was a faint taste of ingredients on the knife, which smelled like sausage.

The woman's eyes, nose, and the tip of the knife formed a straight line. With a trembling hand, Jin Wuduan pierced the sharp tip into the woman's lip.

A small wound, it feels like accidentally being nicked by a tooth, cool and not painful at all.

A soybean-sized blood droplet dripped from the tip of the blade, leaving a slightly curving trail. Due to its small amount, it gathered at one-third distance from the tip, forming a dark, irregular circle.

The woman's heart rose to her throat, her eyes narrowing to almost a diagonal shape as her breath slowed down by a beat.

Seeing that she had finally quieted down, Jin Wuduan expressed his satisfaction and said, "I hate the sound of women crying the most, especially older ones like you. It's like the sound of a pig being slaughtered! I find the sound of suppressed panting much more exhilarating."

The way you said that sounded just like a deranged murderer. The woman trembled and sobbed.

"Don't get excited!"

Jin Wuduan smiled and said, "Do you know what it feels like when a knife cuts across the throat?"

The woman, scared, tried to retreat, but unfortunately her hair was still grasped in someone's hand, so she could only slightly shake her head, pleading for mercy.

Let me tell you! Actually, a person's blood is very hot, especially at the moment of death!

Jin Wuduan laughed again as he spoke. He glanced at the night sky above his head, and in his beautiful eyes, there was a hint of nostalgia. It seemed as if he had experienced it before, or perhaps done something like this. With the tone of someone who has been through it all, he slowly reminisced.

"When the knife cuts across the throat, there is actually only a momentary sense of pain. If the technique is good enough, one might not even feel the sharpness of the blade..."

After Jin Wuduan finished speaking, he clicked his tongue and grabbed the woman's hair, causing her head to tilt back. At the same time, he made a gesture with his hand and muttered to himself, "I wonder how effective my techniques are?"