The three of us rose in perfect unison, silent as we headed toward the front desk—

For a split second, we looked exactly like triad movie toughs.

Long Ge walked ahead without a word. Lao Shen kept pace beside me. I lowered my eyes, watching her back. Long ago, I’d followed another figure—broader, lazier in stance, white-haired, yet spine perfectly straight.

The green-haired guy sneered, still gripping Xiao Hua’s arm. She’d struggled at first, but seeing us approach, she just glanced up timidly and went still.

Spotting three of us, Green Hair shot a sideways glare. Yellow Hair crossed his arms, smirking. Both had been eyeing me the whole time—probably thinking I was just some guy dragging two petite girls around 150 centimeters tall. Green Hair tightened his grip on Xiao Hua’s arm and grinned. “Whatcha gonna do? Play hero?”

I nodded. “Let go. Or I call the cops. Cameras are watching.”

Yellow Hair spat toward me, laughing. “Fuck that. Call ’em. Go on, punk. Think I don’t have buddies at the station?”

I stayed silent, staring at their smug faces. A random thought surfaced: *Ninety percent of people you meet in life are idiots. Cherish the other ten.*

I hate fighting. Absolutely hate it. I’d always talk things out—but idiots? I’ve got no move against them. Meaning ninety percent of people leave me helpless. Terrifying math.

Lao Shen stood beside me, quiet. I rolled up my sleeves, scanning for camera coverage. Looked good. Call cops later. Say a friend was harassed, we stepped in. Improvise. We’re in the right.

Long Ge had been eyeing them with lazy indifference—but at barely over 150 centimeters, she was utterly ignored.

Her gaze locked on the hand clutching Xiao Hua’s arm. “Enjoying yourself?”

Green Hair glanced down as if noticing her for the first time, then smirked at me. “Damn. Bringing a kid to play hero? Your daughter?”

Yellow Hair burst out laughing.

Green Hair stepped closer—Xiao Hua stumbled with him. He leaned in. “Rebellious little thing, huh? Bleached white hair trying to look tough?”

I forced a smile, voice sharpening. “Let. Go.”

He scoffed, eyeing me up and down. “Or what?”

I half-clenched my fist. *Should I swing?* Long Ge’s only been here days…

Yellow Hair squinted at her, hesitant. “White-haired girl… damn rare. Heard Pockmarked’s crew ran into one who trashed a billiards hall. Big mess.”

Green Hair bent dramatically toward Long Ge. She tilted her head up. He roared, “No fucking way—it’s her!”

Yellow Hair hesitated, then laughed too. Green Hair leaned into Long Ge’s face. “Hey, little sis. Come drink with big bro tonight. I’ll make it *real* nice. After that? Nobody messes with you here. Deal?”

Lao Shen’s face twisted in exasperation.

I’d been weighing a punch—but now? Pointless.

Long Ge stood before me, tilting her bleached-white head up.

“Hey, kid… mute? Big bro’s talking.”

Green Hair bent down, smirking, hand reaching for her head.

Long Ge murmured, “Lao Lu. Clean this up later—”

Before I could stop her—her white hair rippled.

*BOOM—*

Her foot shot out. Green Hair flew backward, stumbling ten steps before crashing into the front desk. Drink crates toppled. Iced tea and cola bottles scattered everywhere.

Gasps rippled through the cafe. Some had watched silently; now college students stood, hesitant. Lao Shen waved wearily. “Go back to your games.”

Green Hair sat dazed, sprawled on the floor. Long Ge walked up, swung—and *SMACK*. His head hit the ground. One cheek swelled instantly.

He curled into a ball. Long Ge stomped down. He shrieked, “FUCK! MURDER! HELP!”

I’d considered adding kicks—but now I had to stop her. As I moved, Yellow Hair lunged to drag her back.

A small pale hand shot from under his armpit. He lost balance—hoisted onto her back. *Whoosh.* A clean shoulder throw. He spun full circle and crashed down, crushing bottles.

“Long Ge! Enough! Enough!” I yelled.

She shot me an impatient look, stepped back, and pointed lazily at Yellow Hair’s nose. “You ever learn?”

I sighed, hands on hips, staring at the sticky mess.

Xiao Hua peeked from a corner of the counter, half her face visible, utterly bewildered.

Yeah. Watching a 150cm loli demolish a green-haired punk *and* shoulder-throw another? Brain freeze was normal.

The punks writhed. Yellow Hair stood—slipped on a bottle—fell again.

I turned. The entire cafe stood frozen, staring.

No one’s causing trouble here again. Ever.

They scrambled for the door. Green Hair wheeled back, pointing, voice trembling. “You’re dead! We’re with Rooster! Bastards—see if this dump stays open! Fuck!”

Footsteps clattered down the stairs, fading with panicked curses.

*Rooster?*

Right. The guy I pinned to a billiards table weeks ago. Shit. Long Ge lost her last net cafe job ’cause punks harassed her. Another incident…

But—lawful society. Cameras caught it. Witnesses everywhere. Worst case? News headline: *“150cm Loli Beats Punks—Shocking Scene.”* Probably fine.

I turned. Lao Shen gave me a helpless look.

Long Ge planted her hands on her hips, surveyed the plastic bottles, sighed—I figured wages docked again—and said, “I’m smoking. Clean up: wash unbroken bottles, dump broken ones’ drinks, toss bottles in the bin. Xiao Hua, mop the floor.”

She pulled out a cigarette and walked toward the smoking room.

Xiao Hua stayed huddled, eyes tracking her. The whole cafe watched silently. Lao Shen called out, “Sit down! Games! It’s over!”

Patrons exchanged glances, sat, murmured quietly.

I bent to pick up a shattered bottle. Xiao Hua looked at me, questioning. I waved wearily. “Sit. I’ll handle it.”