Ji Yanghai carried his lunch box and entered the restaurant. There were not many customers inside, only a few people sitting in several booths. The waitress at the front desk was very cute, but she was bored and had no energy. She was lying on the table and browsing her phone.
When passing by, Ji Yanghai glanced at the bar and the kitchen. The facilities were complete, although the staff seemed half-dead, going to work and waiting for get off work to end. Wanghai was generally such a lazy place, so no one would find it strange.
Looking into the aisle, there are private rooms on both sides, and each room has a mahjong table. This is something that is being strictly cracked down on now. If there is an inspection, as long as there is money on the table, it means that the person is involved in gambling.
Ji Yanghai knew that even these things that were displayed openly and might violate regulations were fake, and no one would come here to play with them.
The big one is still inside.
All the shops on this street appear scattered and unconnected, but they are actually integrated, operating with a single focus: gambling. However, the core location is constantly shifting, with several machines being moved around in several shops on the street.
Times have changed. As rampant as they were before, they are now like rats crossing the street.
Of course, this is not Ji Yanghai’s focus. What he cares about is the strength of the defense against the outside world.
Although they are always cautious and try to keep a low profile, they are still used to using dirty means. Anyone sitting in a tea restaurant has to show on their face that they are not good people, as if they want to tell the whole world that they are not easy to mess with and that there are hidden troubles here.
That's why it's a bit tricky.
Not to mention the vague gaze staring at Ji Yanghai, the structure of the road was also unclear. He didn't know where his target was, nor did he know what would happen if he walked in.
As his thoughts flashed, someone stopped Ji Yanghai from moving forward. A man in red and black waiter clothes stood in front of him, pointed at the table next to him, and signaled him to put his things there and he could leave.
This was Ji Yanghai's first time here in the past few days. He was a stranger and no matter how he tried, he couldn't come up with a reasonable excuse to stay. It seemed that he had to return home empty-handed today.
He put down his things, bowed respectfully, and was about to retreat when he caught a glimpse of someone coming out of a private room on the inner floor.
The man was obviously very drunk. He was shirtless and his hands were fiddling with his loose trouser pockets. His face was flushed and he looked very proud.
Ji Yanghai's breathing stagnated, and his originally anxious mood relaxed instead.
Deng Shi had met Ji Yanghai once fourteen years ago. Ji Yanghai was still a child then. Over the years, the knife of time cut everyone equally, making Ji Yanghai grow up and turning his enemy into an unrecognizable person.
The only people in the world who are not affected by time are those who are buried in the ground, such as his parents.
Led by Deng Shi, a total of five people took over time, raised the butcher knife, and took his parents away forever. The most regrettable thing is that his two loved ones will no longer age, while Deng Shi stole fourteen years from the scales of justice. He still has the right to grow old, drink, and play with women until today.
Time had passed, and Ji Yanghai had reached the age they'd been when they'd taken up their butcher knives. So, what he had to do was simple: repay what had happened. He pulled out the knife hidden in the lunch box, swung it at the other man, and it was all over.
Ji Yanghai was in an unusually calm mood, but his heart seemed to twitch, like the drumbeat that determined the moment, one after another.
Deng Shi didn't realize anything and walked slowly towards him.
The drumbeats continued to shake his nerves until the two were close enough that slitting a drunk's throat was the easiest thing he could do at this distance.
The drumbeats subsided, and he was about to attack with murderous intent, but he heard another noise in his ears.
Ji Yanghai took a deep breath, pressed the knife back into the middle of the lunch box, and took two steps back. Almost at the same time, a loud bang came from behind him. The glass door of the restaurant was hit. The iron plate of the door lock that had been stuck suddenly pushed forward and then retracted. The violent echo reverberated in the restaurant, deafening.
"How dare you lock the door! Get down, don't move!"
People were extremely shocked and looked in the direction of the sound. Of course, this was not some kind of robbery or black-on-black robbery. When they saw what the person was wearing, Ji Yanghai tensed up.
The leading man walked towards Ji Yanghai, getting closer and closer, and his muscles were like a bowstring gathering force, getting tighter and tighter.
The other party stood in front of him with handcuffs and suddenly asked, "Did they give you money?"
Ji Yanghai was stunned, somewhat confused. The other party patted the lunch box beside him, and he finally understood. He said, "I've already paid with the store."
The other party patted his shoulder and said, "Go away, this is none of your business."
Ji Yanghai nodded hurriedly and walked out. The man kindly shouted, "Be careful of broken glass. Let him out! He's the delivery guy next door."
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Ji Yanghai, who had successfully escaped, stood on the periphery and saw several police cars parked on the roadside. Many people surrounded the front and back doors, and no one could escape from inside.
His eyes were a little out of focus, and he stood there for a long time before the people upstairs came down. He saw the arrogant "big brother" being dragged out, and he also saw Deng Shi being stuffed into the car staggeringly without even putting on his pants.
Ji Yanghai suddenly felt a little confused. Looking at the enemy he had been chasing for fourteen years, he felt a funny sense of dislocation.
Hatred generates a powerful driving force. To maintain this driving force, to keep it burning like a fire, one must add fuel to the fire. Describing the enemy undoubtedly makes the fire burn brighter and brighter. So much so that, before revenge is truly accomplished, the enemy's image becomes indescribably powerful in Ji Yanghai's mind.
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