Chapter 255 Compensation? Not enough!
The incident happened so suddenly that no one was prepared.
Hearing the exclamation, I reflexively looked up and saw that the teahouse waiter had been kicked over and had fallen down the stairs.
Lou Fengju was holding his sister's hand, standing on the middle platform of the stairs, closer to the waiter. He quickly stepped forward, his strong arms catching the falling man and pulling him down with the force of the momentum.
The momentum of an adult falling is no joke, but luckily this guy was young, a teenager, and quite thin. Lou Fengju took a step back, steadied himself, and with veins bulging on his arms, he managed to steady the man, preventing a more serious outcome.
At the same time, the sound of cups and saucers on the tray shattering on the ground came from the floor. The teapot rolled down the stairs, crashed to the ground floor, and shattered, splashing a large amount of scalding tea and broken porcelain, startling everyone nearby, who gasped in surprise.
After helping the person to a steady position, Lou Fengju turned his head and glanced at Mao Mao first.
Mao Mao looked dazed, her little hands still gripping the handrail beside her, unaware of what had happened, and the sudden change did not affect her.
Lou Fengju breathed a sigh of relief.
In an instant, his face darkened, his thick, dark eyebrows pressed down on his eyes, and his eyes were filled with cold, malevolent energy.
He asked in a cold voice, "Are you alright?"
The man, still shaken, nodded blankly. In his immense fear, his senses seemed to momentarily drift away. Only now, when asked, did he belatedly realize the sharp pain in his foot—a twisted ankle from the fall.
But he couldn't care less about that, and hurriedly steadied himself, saying, "Master, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
The young man was terrified; his face turned as white as paper, and he kept apologizing, trembling.
But why should he be the one apologizing?
"Big brother, Mao Mao!"
Lou Hongjian hurriedly went upstairs, but before he could reach his elder brother and Mao Mao, he bumped into someone.
The people who kicked the man earlier didn't care about the consequences they had caused at all. They walked straight downstairs without apologizing or making amends, and left without a word.
Lou Hongjian's anger flared, and he grabbed the men, saying, "Hey, why are you kicking people? Don't you know how dangerous that is? What if someone gets killed?"
Lou Heming also stepped past them and quickly went forward to check on the injured man first, and then to check on his sister's condition.
Mao Mao is so close, she might get scared.
"Mao Mao, are you alright?" Lou Heming stroked her little head and touched her soft little face, looking at her expression with concern: "Were you scared?"
Mao Mao shook her head. Her brother picked her up, and she stopped trying to walk on her own. Instead, she leaned on her brother's shoulder and stared intently at the scene below.
The guests in the private room who were stopped looked impatient.
His companion mumbled something, but despite Mao Mao's ears being perked up, he couldn't understand a single word.
That's strange.
Are they speaking in secret?
But the guests in the private room who had just kicked someone understood and glanced at the Lou family. Although there were many women among them, there were also quite a few men, all of them tall and burly, with stern faces, looking unapproachable.
The guest in the private room took out his wallet, pulled out a few bills, and said in broken Chinese, "Oh, we'll compensate you."
They called it compensation, but their tone was arrogant, and they didn't seem to think they had done anything wrong at all.
Everyone's expression turned even more grim.
Lou Fengju let out a cold, mocking laugh.
"compensation?"
"not enough."
He gave instructions to his adjutant outside the door, coldly saying, "Intentional murder. Arrest the person."
He went on a trip with his family today, keeping a low profile, but he did bring some people with him.
His men were standing nearby protecting him. At that moment, he gave a command, and several soldiers in military uniforms walked in. Accompanying them were several thugs from the Green Gang.
In the blink of an eye, the guests in the private room who had kicked the man were surrounded by people.
Upon seeing the soldiers appear, the men's expressions finally changed, but they did not bow their heads. They remained arrogant, expressing their dissatisfaction in an accented language: "What right do you have to arrest people?"
Lou Hongjian roared in anger: "Then what right do you have to kick people!"
"He's blocking the way," said a guest in the private room. "It's troublesome."
Lou Fengju succinctly stated: "Let's get started."
At a single command, the soldiers subdued the men.
The changes happened so fast that the waiters in the teahouse were stunned, standing there like statues, no longer feeling any pain.
The men, their faces filled with disbelief, struggled violently, shouting, "How dare you arrest me? Don't you know who I am?"
The waiter in the teahouse whispered, "Sir, I'm fine, please...please don't..."
Apart from Mao Mao, who among those present could not tell?
Even if he didn't reveal his identity, his background could be discerned from his imperfect Mandarin accent.
Zhang Weihai recognized the man and reminded him, "Young Marshal, this is Ito."
"I don't care where it hurts," Lou Fengju said with a dark face. "If someone dares to bully others in front of me, I'll beat them until they hurt, even if it doesn't hurt."
Since the young marshal himself wasn't afraid of causing a diplomatic incident, Zhang Weihai then introduced him with a smile to the man named Ito: "This is our young marshal Lou from Haicheng."
"building……"
The surname Lou is not common in Haicheng, especially since Zhang Weihai has already revealed his identity.
Before they could react, the soldiers had already taken the man away.
Because of the sudden change, the teahouse was mostly empty; all the customers had quietly left during the unexpected incident.
The teahouse owner rushed over and, with his staff, expressed his gratitude: "Thank you so much, young marshal, for saving us."
If Lou Fengju had intervened in time, and the person had actually fallen, it wouldn't have been just a sprained ankle; they might have broken a bone.
Despite expressing their gratitude, the two did not appear relieved; instead, they seemed uneasy and flustered.
Lou Fengju frowned but didn't say anything more.
He left some people to handle the aftermath, and the group headed to the hotel according to their original plan.
Mao Mao had been transferred to her mother's arms, and Xia Xiaoxiang held her and asked her with concern, "Did I scare you? Were you scared?"
"Mao Mao is not afraid."
Xia Xiaoxiang patted her head, as if she had breathed a sigh of relief, but what came out was a heavy sigh: "Sigh."
Mao Mao looked at her mother with a puzzled expression.
She touched her mother's face with her little hand: "Mother, are you unhappy?"
"No, Mother is not unhappy."
"hold head high?"
Lou Heming lagged a few steps behind and walked to his elder brother's side: "Big brother?"
"It's nothing," Lou Fengju said. "He's just a nobody. I've never even heard of him. I can handle him."
Even such insignificant people can arbitrarily beat and scold their people on their own land, treating their lives as worthless.
"Damn it, this is infuriating."
Lou Yansui heard Shen Chuoying, who was walking beside her, muttering something.
He glanced at Shen Zhuoying and saw that his hands, hanging at his sides, were clenched into fists and trembling slightly from the force.
He knew, of course, that Shen Chuoying's anger was not just about this one small incident, but about the pent-up anger and resentment that had been building up inside her for a long time.
“Yes,” Lou Yansui echoed, “It’s really awful.”
Shen Zhuoying turned to look at him in surprise.
The two exchanged a silent glance, then silently turned their heads away.
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