Xia Ming looked at the two yellow punks who had fainted on the ground. He was terrified. Just now, he had finished his job interview and was on his way home when he saw these two yellow punks bullying an old man riding a tricycle. He was immediately furious. Although he had fought before, he had never bullied the weak.,It's summer now. When Xia Ming returned to his residence, he was still sweating profusely. He took a cold shower in the bathroom and finally felt relieved. He sat back on his sofa. The furnishings in his home were simple, with a sofa, television, and other common furniture, all apparently existing from the original house.,This went on for about ten minutes, then he opened his eyes. At this point, the old man was gone.。