Supreme Warrior in the City

Chapter 612: Chapter 611 Looking for Trouble

Master Fang and Huanhuan returned, and the others continued on their way. After a while, Su Yang pulled Huanhuan to his side and whispered, ”Huanhuan, tell Uncle, have you ever been to these stores?”

Huanhuan’s face turned red, and she hung her head in silence.

Old Lin glanced at Huanhuan and softly said, ”Huanhuan, tell your Uncle Su.”

Only then did Huanhuan raise her head, looked around at the shops, and spoke in a low voice, ”Before... I have entered before...”

”Before, how long ago was that?” Su Yang asked.

”A long time ago...” Huanhuan whispered.

”What about after that?” Su Yang inquired. ”Why didn’t you go in then?”

”They... they wouldn’t let me in...” Huanhuan whispered. ”The people in those stores said I was affecting their business, and they... drove me out...”

Feng Beiche, following behind, had an even colder expression and slightly shivered as he inwardly cursed the managers of Huaqing Street over and over. Being with Su Yang felt like being grilled over the fire.

At that moment, the group reached the entrance of a large restaurant where the waiters were loudly attracting customers.

Su Yang stopped and looked at the restaurant: ”Huanhuan, have you been to this place before?”

”No... I haven’t...” Huanhuan glanced at Old Lin and mustered her courage to say, ”I wanted to go in to find some leftovers before, but... but the owner and waiters inside beat me up, the scar on my forehead... it was inflicted by them...”

Su Yang said nothing more and looked towards Feng Beiche.

Feng Beiche was now extremely flushed with embarrassment and hastily bowed, ”Master Su, I genuinely didn’t know about these matters. Huanhuan, Mr. Lin, I am truly sorry. I will definitely handle this issue and absolutely... provide you with a satisfactory resolution!”

Su Yang’s face was icy as he said in a cold voice, ”Then let’s have our meal here today.”

”I’ll make a call to arrange things...” Feng Beiche quickly said.

”No need!” Su Yang said coldly. ”Just go in directly.”

Feng Beiche’s face instantly turned even more embarrassed. Was Su Yang planning to make a big fuss on Huaqing Street as well?

The group walked to the entrance, where the waiter welcomed them in with even more enthusiasm.

Once inside, Su Yang and the others sat down. A waiter brought over the menu and eagerly explained the signature dishes listed.

”We don’t need the menu.” Su Yang said coldly. ”Go call your boss here!”

The waiter was stunned—since when did customers come in and directly ask for the owner?

”The boss is busy, just tell me what you’d like to eat,” the waiter said loudly. ”The boss isn’t a waiter...”

Before he could finish, Su Yang threw the menu, shattering the glass wall next to them.

The waiter froze, then pointed at Su Yang and cursed vehemently, ”You dare to make a scene here, you motherf—”

Before he could finish, Master Fang had already slapped him across the face, making the waiter step back a few paces, clutching his mouth and bellowing, ”Just you wait...”

The waiter rushed out and in no time returned with more than a dozen waiters, armed and looking menacing, some even brandishing knives, with faces full of malice.

These so-called waiters were actually local young hooligans who suddenly became the establishment’s staff.

Moreover, they were accustomed to being dominant in this business; usually, the tourists who came here would be overcharged and intimidated into submission by these aggressive staff. The customer would immediately become compliant.

With the Seven Great Families backing them, these people lorded over Huaqing Street like local tyrants. They were used to bullying others and had never themselves been bullied.

Now, for the first time, someone was hitting them—an unprecedented event.

The first waiter to be hit ran forward, pointing at Su Yang and his group, roaring, ”It’s them, damn it, chop them all up. Bastards, you won’t leave this place today without leaving behind a hundred thousand!”

The rest of the waiters followed suit with noisy threats, ready to come over and start a fight.

Feng Beiche looked dreadful; he attempted to stand and scold them, but Su Yang held him down.

”Don’t worry,” Su Yang said coldly. ”If you stand up now, how can you witness how the people of your Seven Great Families oppress others?”

Feng Beiche’s face was ashen. The bigger these waiters’ ruckus, the harder it would be to clean up afterwards.

Su Yang motioned to Master Fang, who understood and stood up to promptly knock down several waiters at the forefront.

These waiters usually relied on their numbers to intimidate others and had never encountered someone so capable of fighting; they were immediately daunted, no longer daring to approach.

By now, the restaurant owner had also run over. With an astonished and angry face, he yelled, ”Damn it, have you come here to eat or to fight? Do you know where you are? Ever heard of Huaqing Street? The Seven Great Families, do you know? Is this a place for you to cause trouble? Believe it or not, with one call, I can have you chopped to death right here!”

Su Yang glanced at the owner and asked Huanhuan quietly, ”Is that him?”

Huanhuan nodded vigorously.

”So you’re the owner, huh?” Su Yang said coldly. ”Take a good look at who this is!”

The owner looked over at Huanhuan with a perplexed expression. After a moment, he froze: ”Damn, isn’t that the little beggar who polishes shoes? How did he get in here?”

The waiters also recognized Huanhuan and began to clamor, with some even more agitated, ”Damn, so you’re with this little beggar? What, you want revenge for this little beggar? Hmph, this is Huaqing Street, you know? The Seven Great Families come here, and you’ll all die right in this place!”

”Where did these ignorant fools come from, daring to cause trouble on Huaqing Street? Sick of living?”

”Hurry and find Captain Leu, let him bring people over to deal with this!”

The commotion continued, but Su Yang remained serene, simply watching Feng Beiche beside him.

Feng Beiche was sweating profusely; he tried multiple times to assert his identity, but ultimately didn’t dare to speak. Without Su Yang’s word, he didn’t dare to intervene.

Yet, the situation looked set to escalate. Feng Beiche could even foresee the chaos that would ensue once the managers arrived, a fiasco that could likely grow out of control and impossible to contain.

At that moment, the restaurant owner saw Wang Feng at Su Yang’s side and exclaimed incredulously, ”Wang Feng? You son of a bitch, what are you doing here?”

Everyone turned to look at Wang Feng who, feeling embarrassed, spoke softly, ”He... he knows my sister’s husband, they’re good friends... Usually... usually I’d drive to deliver goods for his place...”