Chapter 70: Mo Tai is furious

  Han Yu Xun looked around and saw that among five or six young people dressed in strange clothes, a middle-aged man was whispering and laughing with a woman who wore revealing clothing and had an otherworldly appearance.

  On the middle-aged man's face, there was a diagonal scar from behind his ear to the corner of his mouth. It looked like a centipede crawling on his face, constantly moving as he spoke or smiled lightly, looking very ferocious and terrifying.

  The woman leaning against him, however, was heavily made up and looked like she wasn't a decent woman at all.

  The people at the table they targeted had only eaten half of their meal, but seeing their attitude, they very obediently put down their chopsticks and left without a word.

  A young man immediately wiped the table clean and politely asked the scar-faced middle-aged man to sit down. The voices of everyone in the hot pot restaurant suddenly subsided.

  Chen Jiao's mouth twitched, revealing a hint of disdain. He lowered his voice and said: "He is the big boss of the northwest district of Beiccheng, nicknamed '废柴' (useless person)! A northeasterner, ruthless and cunning, with a gang of thugs at his disposal! However, this man is greedy, lustful, and likes to bully others with his power. His reputation is terrible, not worth mentioning."

  Han Yu smiled lightly and said: "A waste material, can occupy a side in this dragon-snake-mixed Beicheng and form its own force?"

  Chen Jiao was stunned, Han Yu raised his chopsticks and smiled: "Alright, let's eat! No matter what he is, we have to make the first meal in this city delicious!"

  Chen Jiao hastily responded with a sound, but his eyes involuntarily glanced in the direction of the waste material several times. There were still several tables between them, so there was no need to worry about being discovered.

  "What? The dry pot is gone? How do you guys run a business?" The loud voice rang out again, but this time with a hint of anger.

  "Sorry sir, two hundred hot pots a day is our store's rule. Once they're sold out, that's it." The aunt who served the dishes smiled kindly.

  "I'll give you an extra hundred yuan, and then make another one!" The waste material spoke up, its voice somewhat shrill and piercing.

  "It's not about the money, since it's already been sold..."

  "Add two hundred!"

  "Dear, isn't it just a dry pot? No big deal, we won't eat here anymore. This small door and small face can only produce some flavor?" The charming woman leaning in the arms of the waste material opened her mouth with a nasal tone, her voice fell into the ear, making people's skin crawl!

  "Haha, you don't understand this, do you? There's a saying that good wine is hidden in deep alleys. Don't look at the unassuming exterior of this place, but the boss's craftsmanship is still quite authentic, I guarantee you'll like it!" Feicai said with a smile.

  "Tell your boss that he's made an exception for me by giving me a free hot pot, and I'll add 1,000 yuan to the bill. That way, we can consider ourselves friends. From now on, this place will be under my protection, and I guarantee that no one in all of Tianshui City will come looking for trouble here!" Feicai said calmly.

  "Rules are rules, if they can be broken for 1,000 yuan, then what's the point of having rules?"

  With a strong Sichuan accent, the voice rang out, and then a middle-aged man of average height walked out, with a cigarette in his mouth, his whole body was neat and tidy, without any greasy smell or oily feeling of a chef.

  "Thanks for Old Lao's kind intention, I appreciate it. However, the fire in the back has already gone out deep, so if you want to eat, please come early tomorrow!"

  "Damn it..." A younger brother of the waste material heard this and was about to stand up, but unexpectedly found a hand on his shoulder. This hand was very rough, covered with calluses, and pressed steadily on his shoulder like a huge boulder, making it difficult for him to get up.

  Just as his hand fell on his shoulder, a cold light suddenly flashed by, and it fell onto his hand, inserting into the table.

  That little brother forcibly swallowed back the words in his mouth, and looked pale at the fork on the table with a cold light flashing, pressed between the fork was his finger.

  The eyes of the waste material slightly contracted, and he let go of the hand that had been holding onto the strange woman. He smiled lightly and said: "Good skills. What's your surname, Boss Mo?"

  "Name Mo, Mo too arrogant!" The boss, with a thick Sichuan accent, said calmly while puffing on his cigarette.

  "Oh!" The waste material narrowed his eyes and said: "Boss Mo has such good skills, but he's hiding in a place like this, it's really a pity."

  Mo Dai directly found an empty table and sat down, casually flipping over an unused cup, pouring a cup of tea and saying lightly: "Thank you, useless old senior, some self-defense moves that can barely be used to protect oneself, it's not worth mentioning whether they are skilled or not."

  Fei Cai's face sank, his intention was to recruit Mo Tai Xiang, but he didn't expect the other party to not give him any face. He coldly said: "Hmph, doesn't Old Boss Mo think that just because these days have been smooth sailing, it will always be this way? You should know, heaven has unpredictable winds and clouds! Your business is good today, but tomorrow you might not even have a single customer. Today, you are still the boss of Huo Guo Cheng, but by tomorrow, this place might be burned to ashes..."

  Mo Tai drank his tea horizontally, saying in a low voice: "If that's the case, I'll go talk to that little carpenter and sell him this piece of ruins. He probably won't refuse!"

  "Are you using that little yellow-haired kid to suppress me?" The waste material's face was gloomy and coldly said.

  "I'm just telling the truth. I'm just a person trying to make a living, and I don't want to get involved in your Jianghu affairs. It's best if we all mind our own business and live in peace. You're a useless old man with so many talented subordinates, why bother with me, a mere hot pot cook?" Mo Tai Heng said lightly.

  The waste material's face turned gloomy, and after a while, he coldly said: "Alright, just for this sentence, I'll consider myself as not having come today! We've disturbed Old Master Mo's business, this is a small token of apology, let's go!"

  As he spoke, Fei Cai stood up and walked out.

  "Dear, we don't eat..."

  "Go eat your mom! You damn well know how to eat! Go eat shit..."

  Outside, a string of curses came from Wasted Firewood...

  When the rubbish came in, many knowledgeable guests had already left. At this time, there were only a few guests left in Huo Gong City, including Han Yu and Chen Jiao.

  "Hmm, this meal is really satisfying!" Han Yu said with a smile.

  Chen Jiao nodded and got up to pay the bill, then walked over and said: "Boss, I've paid the money, let's go."

  Han Yu stood up with a smile, and the two of them walked out in single file. As they passed by Mo Tai Xiang's side, Han Yu suddenly stopped in his tracks and said: "Mo Tai Xiang, haha, what an interesting name!"

  "Thanks!" Mo Tai raised his head and glanced at him with a faint tone.

  "When you're in the world, your body is not your own! When it's time for you to take a stand, you can only find a formation to stand in. Wanting to stand in the middle is easy to become Zhu Bajie!" Han Yu lightly laughed and threw down a sentence, not caring whether the other party understood or not, and directly walked out.

  P.S. I'll just post a flower here, and say nothing more. Tomorrow I'll go get a wireless connection and resume updates. Every day at midnight I'll run outside... Ah, everyone use flowers to hit me...