The Beautiful CEO's Super Soldier King-Chapter 944 [Capital City in Chaos]
"It’s boring to stay here, so I might as well go out for a walk. I might find something new," Ye Chenfeng said after finishing breakfast and left the villa.
Although Adolf was searching with all his strength, Ye Chenfeng didn’t want to sit idle. Going out for a walk might indeed yield some results.
Ye Chenfeng understood one thing: the clues he often needed would be found in the streets of Capital City. So he went to one bustling yet chaotic street in Capital City. This street was mainly inhabited by outsiders, and naturally, it was very messy.
Upon arrival, Ye Chenfeng found it was even messier than he had imagined.
Especially deep in the street, tattooed thugs and eccentric youths were everywhere, each looking vicious, with a few even staring intently at Ye Chenfeng.
"Shopkeeper, one bowl of wonton, please!"
Ye Chenfeng sat at an open-air wonton stall. The owner was about forty or fifty years old, with deep wrinkles etched by time on his face.
"Alright, boss, please wait a moment!" The owner was overjoyed because this place was quite secluded, and customers were rare.
When the hot wontons were served, Ye Chenfeng couldn’t help but ask, "Why did you choose to open a shop here? It’s so remote and chaotic."
The shopkeeper’s forehead furrowed like a Sichuan character, sighing, "Ah, boss, I don’t want to either. Outside is good, but the stall fee or rent is something we can’t afford. Although it’s remote here, I can still make a little money."
Ye Chenfeng nodded, silently lamenting: It seems there are many people in Capital City struggling with life.
Life is not easy!
Even though Ye Chenfeng now has a lot of money, so much that he doesn’t even know how much he has.
But he also has his own worries. Whether poor or rich, everyone has their own troubles.
"Hehe, Old Yang, your business seems good these days, having customers even in the morning?"
Just then, four or five youths dressed trendily with buzz cuts, ear studs, earrings, and tattoos approached smilingly.
"..."
Immediately, the wonton shop owner’s face changed, and Ye Chenfeng even noticed his calves were trembling.
"Hey, have you eaten breakfast? I’ll serve you a few bowls of wonton?" The wonton shop owner greeted them like a fawning dog, his obsequious demeanor almost made him want to kneel and kowtow.
"Get to the point, Old Yang; this week’s protection fee is due!" The leading blue-haired youth said coldly.
The wonton shop owner’s face changed again, and he couldn’t help but say, "Didn’t we agree it was once a month? I just paid three days ago!"
"Bullshit! We decide when it’s due. The brothers are low on cash lately, so we’ll collect it weekly from now on to protect you better. Hurry up and pay!" The youth said fiercely.
The wonton shop owner looked troubled, "I don’t have any money. You know how my business is, I really can’t afford it."
"Hmm?"
The youth glared at the wonton shop owner menacingly, "Then give me everything you’ve made in the past three days, including that guy’s meal money!"
"I..."
The wonton shop owner looked even more troubled, almost on the verge of tears.
"Hurry up! It seems like you’re growing bold, not wanting to survive here!" The youths urged.
"I..."
The wonton shop owner trembled as he reached for his pocket, a pocket sewn into his clothes specifically for holding money.
"Bring it here!"
Seeing this, the youth forcibly tore the pocket from the wonton shop owner’s clothes, taking out the money inside.
"Haha, the old man has quite a stash, claiming he had no money last time, yet there’s so much!"
"Bang!"
After speaking, the youth kicked the wonton shop owner to the ground, where he silently cried.
Although the amount of money in the pocket was considerable, most were ones and fives; tens and twenties were considered large denominations, totaling no more than five hundred bucks.
"That’s my child’s tuition fee; please return it to me?"
The wonton shop owner crawled over to the youths, pleading for his money back.
"Get lost, you old bastard!"
The youth mercilessly kicked him away again, causing blood to spill from the corner of the shop owner’s mouth.
"By the way, that guy’s meal hasn’t been paid for yet. Let’s charge this bowl at an eightfold discount for three hundred!"
The four or five youths slowly approached Ye Chenfeng, intending to charge him three hundred for a bowl of wonton.
Ye Chenfeng leisurely ate his wontons, occasionally sipping the soup, completely ignoring the youths.
The group surrounded him, with the leader laughing, "Hey kid, pay for your wontons. I’ll give you an 80% discount, just three hundred. Isn’t that cheap?"
But Ye Chenfeng paid him no mind, treating him as if he were air.
"Did you fucking hear me?" The youth got angry when Ye Chenfeng ignored him.
"Haha, this kid seems to want to start something?" The others watched with a look of anticipation.
"Get lost, or you’ll regret it!"
Ye Chenfeng lifted his head and said calmly.
"Hahaha...brothers, did I hear wrong? Did he actually say I’ll regret it? Do you think he is..."
"Bang!"
Before he could finish his sentence, a tremendous force pressed his head onto the table with a bang.
Ye Chenfeng didn’t stop, pinning the youth’s head with his right hand and picking up a chopstick with his left.
"Squelch!"
With a squelching sound, the chopstick in Ye Chenfeng’s hand pierced through the youth’s palm.
Ye Chenfeng used great force, causing the chopstick to stab through the youth’s palm into the table beneath.
"Agh!"
The youth let out a scream akin to a slaughtered pig, his body convulsing uncontrollably like an electric shock.
His hand was a bloody mess, blood spurting out continuously.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
"Squelch, squelch, squelch..."
Ye Chenfeng moved quickly; the other youths were also pressed onto the table, their palms all pierced by chopsticks, sharing the same fate.
"Ugh!"
The wonton shop owner was dumbfounded, looking at the youths hysterically screaming on the table as if he had seen a ghost.
"Brother, where are you from? Could you give me your name? I’ll be sure to visit someday?"
The leading youth, with a layer of sweat on his forehead, asked with trembling lips.
"Squelch!"
Ye Chenfeng didn’t respond but pulled the youth’s other hand over and pierced it with another chopstick.
"Agh!"
The youth let out another chilling scream, a sound that truly could make one’s heart tremble.
"I told you you’d regret it!" Ye Chenfeng picked up a napkin and leisurely wiped the blood off his hands.
