Bu Zhe was really angry. It was bad enough that he had been frustrated at every turn with the director of the HZ Tourism Bureau, but now he couldn't even order a braised beef.
He immediately got angry and lashed out at the waiter.
"I'm going to eat today, you know. Call your chef over. Do you know who's sitting in my private room? Do you think you can mess with them?"
"Okay, sir, please wait a moment. I'll speak with the chef right away," the waiter said hurriedly, then quickly ran off.
But he wasn't stupid; he wouldn't actually run off to find the head chef right now—that would just be asking for trouble. So he decided to go find the restaurant manager, and then he saw the owner had arrived with the manager, and he was overjoyed.
"Manager, the guest in the Yazhu private room just saw the chef's special braised beef and insisted that we serve him a portion as well."
The manager frowned. Why was there trouble again at this time? The conflict between Yun Hu and the head chef was already enough to bother him. Now they were going to ask the head chef to cook. Wasn't that just asking for trouble?
Fortunately, when things collapse, there are tall people to hold them up. When the boss arrives, these troubles are no longer his worries.
The manager immediately turned his attention to their boss, Tian Zhen.
Tian Zhen was also at a loss and asked, "Who is the guest in the elegant bamboo room?"
"One of them is Xing Lien, the director of the Tourism Bureau. He seems to have been invited to a banquet today," the manager said immediately. Having worked at Linhu Restaurant for many years, he had met almost all the high-ranking people in HZ and knew very well what attitude to use towards each person.
The head of the tourism bureau—this is no longer a task they can afford to offend.
Tian Zhen nodded, "Since that's the case, then let's not offend them. I'll go find Old Zhang and ask him to make another one."
Just as Tian Zhen finished speaking, a loud "smack" came from upstairs.
The sound was all too clear; it was obvious that some unlucky guy had been slapped. However, since this unlucky guy had been slapped in their restaurant, they were likely in for trouble.
Before they could react, they heard a gasp, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.
Tian Zhen rushed over and saw a middle-aged man lying on the ground howling in pain, while a spirited girl stood in front of him.
People from several other private rooms came over to watch the commotion. One person from one room went to the girl's side, while another from another room went to the middle-aged man's side.
"Su'er, what's going on?" Jiang Yining asked anxiously, while Chen Yang silently walked to Li Su'er's side, watching the group of people warily.
Judging from the situation, Li Su'er is definitely not the one who suffered a loss, but the fact that Li Su'er took action proves that the other party did something that angered her.
"He asked me how much I was paid to be his hostess, and he tried to take advantage of me, so I retaliated," Li Su'er said, then looked at him with disdain: "You think someone like him can take advantage of me?"
Li Su'er often practices boxing with Chen Yang and is also responsible for hunting in the Micro Realm. Her physical fitness and combat awareness have improved immeasurably.
It might be difficult for her to deal with a few well-trained soldiers, but two or three more of these overweight, greasy middle-aged men would only be defeated by Li Su'er.
The inhabitants of the Microverse experience significant improvements in physical fitness after spending time there. This applies even to those who don't exercise. The air, water, and food quality in the Microverse are all of high standard, not to mention the addition of spiritual energy, a reversed attribute.
"You dare hit me? You're dead!" the middle-aged man yelled at Li Su'er after he recovered.
But just as he finished speaking, a slender black shadow flashed by, and a chopstick accurately stuck into his shoulder.
Everyone was stunned, including Bu Zhe himself. He stared blankly at the chopsticks that had penetrated several centimeters into his shoulder. After a moment of stunned silence, he felt the pain and let out a bloodcurdling scream like a pig being slaughtered.
Beside Bu Zhe was a middle-aged man who stood out among the group. Even under these circumstances, everyone lingered around him, making him the center of their attention.
He shook his head, looking at the group of people with displeasure, and paused for a moment when he saw Yun Hu.
"Yun Hu, what's going on? Is this your friend?" he asked Yun Hu.
This person is Xing Lien, the director of the HZ Tourism Bureau, and one of the most important figures in HZ. HZ's tourism industry is quite developed, and West Lake is a world-renowned tourist destination that has been famous since ancient times. Xing Lien is in charge of the entire HZ tourism market and can be considered a big shot in the industry.
In terms of status, Yun Hu is slightly inferior to him, but Yun Hu has the support of the military and is not afraid of the other party.
“That’s right, it’s my friend, and a very important friend at that. You’d better make this guy apologize to my friend,” Yun Hu said.
Xinglien's expression froze; it seemed Yun Hu wasn't planning on a peaceful resolution.
Bu Zhe was just a nobody to him, someone he didn't care about. But if he backed down now, he would lose face for Xinglien. In the future, he would need a little more say in HZ, and even if it was just a little, he couldn't tolerate it.
“We can’t just listen to this friend’s side of the story. I know Bu Zhe; he’s a reliable person,” Xing Li’en said expressionlessly. “Besides, I haven’t even held it against you for your friend hurting Bu Zhe.”
He glanced at Chen Yang with some apprehension. He had only seen Chen Yang move slightly before the chopsticks pierced Bu Zhe's shoulder.
He'd never seen anyone wield ordinary wooden chopsticks like throwing knives before; it was practically martial arts magic. How could such a master have appeared by Yun Hu's side? Could this person be someone from the military?
However, even if it was the military, Xinglien was not afraid. This was not a society that relied on force. No matter how strong an individual was, he believed the other party would not dare to touch him.
“Yun Hu, if your friend comes over and apologizes to Bu Zhe, we can let this matter go. Otherwise, we’ll consider this a grudge between us.”
Bu Zhe glared fiercely at the other man, enduring the excruciating pain without daring to utter a sound, because he had seen Xing Lien's cold gaze upon him. He knew that Xing Lien was seemingly helping him, but only for his own sake; he was already deeply disappointed in Bu Zhe.
Bu Zhe knew that his business deal was over, and he had lost both his wife and his money. It looked like he would have to spend some time in the hospital. He was in excruciating pain all over his body, and his face was burning hot.
That woman was too ruthless. One slap almost knocked him unconscious, followed by a straight punch that knocked him to the ground, causing him to knock over a flower stand.
However, what terrified him even more was the young man. The woman only looked fierce, but the young man beside her made Bu Zhe feel like he was facing a wild beast. He even felt a murderous intent emanating from him, making him feel as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
"Are you sure you want me to apologize?" Chen Yang took out another chopstick, and everyone's expression froze.
Xinglien was a man of the world and knew that the other party was just bluffing. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but then he felt a cool breeze brush past his ear. Then, a vase behind him shattered, and a black sandalwood chopstick was stuck in the wall behind the vase.
At that moment, he felt the chill of a harsh winter, and the confidence that came with power was torn to shreds by fear.
(End of this chapter)
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