Cao Kun waited until after 9 o'clock, and there were hardly any customers left, but the boss still hadn't shown up.
Cao Kun wanted to find the waiter from before, but the waiter had disappeared.
Cao Kun knew perfectly well that he had been tricked.
Cao Kun smiled.
He got up and walked towards the kitchen, but was stopped at the kitchen door: "What are you doing here?"
Cao Kun kicked the man away and continued walking inside.
"Damn it, grab your weapons."
A group of men dressed in white chef's uniforms skillfully drew knives and rushed forward.
"ah!"
These people come quickly and leave even faster.
Before Cao Kun could even make a move, they were all lying on the ground groaning.
"What happened?"
Following the sound, the five people who hadn't left outside came in.
Upon seeing the situation inside, one of the men reached behind his back and pulled out a gun, pointing it at Cao Kun: "Who sent you to cause trouble here?"
Cao Kun reached out, and the gun miraculously appeared in his hand.
Cao Kun grabbed the man's hair, pulling his head back, and pointed the gun at his chin from below: "You're fucking awesome, daring to point a gun at me."
The change happened so fast; in less than a second, the gun had changed hands.
By the time the other four realized what was happening, their companion already had a gun pointed at his chin.
They immediately drew their guns and aimed them at Cao Kun.
Cao Kun grinned, lowered the gun, aimed at the thigh of the man in his hand, and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
"ah!"
Amidst screams, blood gushed out.
The man clutched his thigh, his body sliding downwards, but Cao Kun grabbed him, the gun still pointed at his chin.
The four men's expressions changed; they hadn't expected Cao Kun to be so decisive.
The gunshots caused chaos outside, and many customers took the opportunity to skip out on their bills and leave.
The four men were ashen-faced, wanting to shoot Cao Kun to death, but fearing they might hurt their companions, caught in a dilemma.
"Alright, all of you put your guns down."
A slightly old-fashioned voice came out.
Following the sound, an elderly man dressed in a chef's uniform walked out of the kitchen.
The man looked to be in his seventies, not very tall, about 1.7 meters, and wasn't wearing a chef's hat, revealing that most of his hair was white.
Although the wrinkles on this person's face were quite obvious, he was in good spirits, and more importantly, he had a very imposing presence.
A person who has never been in charge cannot accumulate such a presence.
"Old man..."
Before the four could say anything more, the old man's face darkened: "I told you to put your guns down."
The four men dared not argue any further and quickly put down their guns.
The old man looked at Cao Kun and said, "Young man, you should put down your gun too."
Cao Kun considered for two seconds, then released the person in his hand and lowered the muzzle of his gun.
The old man nodded slightly: "Young man, you injured my men, you should give me an explanation."
Cao Kun grinned: "What if I hadn't given it to you?"
"You motherfucker..." Before the old man could say anything, the four men couldn't take it anymore and raised their guns again.
The old man turned his head and said, "Aren't you going to listen to me anymore?"
The four men quickly put their guns down again. The old man looked at Cao Kun again and said, "If you don't want to give it to me, then don't. I'm just an old man, I can't do anything to you. Put your gun down and you can leave."
Cao Kun was stunned for a moment. This old man was not playing by the rules.
Cao Kun: "Where's my money?"
The old man instructed, "Go and fetch ten thousand dollars."
Soon, someone brought the money, and the old man gave it to Cao Kun, saying, "Consider this extra as compensation."
Cao Kun held the money, seething with anger, but couldn't vent it.
Old man: "What, is there something else?"
Cao Kun: "I heard you have some ancient petrified wood that's been stored for ten thousand years."
Old man: Yes, we do. What, you want to buy it?
Seeing that Cao Kun admitted it, the old man smiled and said, "Then we'll have to discuss this matter separately. Xiao Zhang, take the guest to the reception room."
One of the chefs who was lying on the ground stood up and gestured to Cao Kun to invite him to join him.
Cao Kun handed the gun to the old man, who gestured and immediately took it.
Cao Kun followed the chef out, secretly holding a talisman in his hand.
If these people dare to harbor any malicious intentions, he will instantly kill them all without leaving a trace.
Once Cao Kun was out of sight, the old man ordered, "Why aren't you calling an ambulance? Do you want Xiao Wu to bleed to death?"
The group quickly made phone calls, and someone asked, "Grandpa, are we just going to let this go like this?"
Old man: "What else do you want? Can't you tell this is a dragon crossing the river?"
"So what if he's a dragon crossing the river? Even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake." The man retorted.
The old man sneered, "Even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake, because that dragon isn't strong enough. But this person is a true powerful dragon."
"Is it really that amazing?"
The old man sighed: "You'll understand once you've gained more experience. This person's aura is among the strongest I've ever seen in my life."
If I hadn't silenced him just now, no one, including me, would have escaped today.
The group's expressions changed drastically. On one hand, they felt that the old man was exaggerating, and on the other hand, they were also uneasy about what he had said.
"Grandpa, what should we do?"
The old man said, "Don't worry, he needs my help. This knife is so sharp, it's perfect for us. Perhaps, we can avenge him."
Their eyes lit up, and a glimmer of hope appeared in their eyes.
Cao Kun didn't wait long in the reception room before the old man walked in.
He had taken off his chef's uniform and put on a Tang suit, looking like an old man who had just finished practicing Tai Chi in the park.
The old man walked straight to the main seat, sat down, and began to brew Kung Fu tea.
Brewing Gongfu tea is a habit of people in coastal areas, and judging from the old man's accent, Cao Kun had roughly guessed his origins.
After pouring the tea, the old man gestured, "Please."
Cao Kun picked up his cup, drank it all in one gulp, and asked, "Let's get straight to the point. I heard you not only have ten-thousand-year-old submerged wood, but also a thousand-year-old shroud?"
Old man: "Qin Guangping told you, didn't he?"
Cao Kun knew that Qin Guangping, whom the old man was talking about, was the owner of that grocery store.
He nodded: "He said he came several times, but he didn't even see you."
The old man said, "That person is dishonest, and I don't want to have much to do with him."
Cao Kun secretly rolled his eyes. You're a gangster, yet you have the nerve to accuse others of having bad intentions.
Cao Kun: "Let's be frank, I want to buy these two items. Name your price."
The old man smiled, poured tea for the two of them again, but said nothing.
Cao Kun frowned and said, "Name your price, and I will not haggle."
The old man finished another cup of tea before saying, "I can sell you the things, but you have to do one thing for me."
Cao Kun asked warily, "What is it?"
Old man: "Help me kill someone."
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