Chapter 11

Zhu Shishou had already started to slur his words, looking at Yang Chen with bleary eyes and stammering, "I... I want to tell you... I, Zhu Shishou, rarely... rarely look up to anyone. From... from today on, you Yang... Yang Chen will be one of them..."

Hearing Zhu Shishou's words, Yang Chen, whose face was already flushed, smiled and raised his glass, "What do you mean? Are you saying you never looked up to me before today?"

"Hehe... Talking like this between brothers is so hurtful..." Zhu Shishou chuckled, raised his glass, and said, "Come on, let's finish this glass. From today on, your business is my business... Let me tell you, don't think I'm flattering you. Actually, our old Zhu family... burp... isn't just messing around..."

The two glasses clinked above a plate of skewers.

But before the beer in the glasses could even reach their throats, Yang Chen heard a series of footsteps and the raucous laughter of a few young men behind him...

"Hey... Isn't that the prince of Hengyang Group? What a coincidence, Prince, are you here to experience life too??"

"Ha ha ha ha..."

Amidst the noise, a group of six young men surrounded them from behind.

"Bang, bang, bang..." Four or five beer bottles were slammed onto the small table where Yang Chen and Zhu Shishou were sitting.

The young man wearing a camouflage vest and two pink earrings in his left ear leaned down with a smile, his breath reeking of alcohol, and said to Yang Chen, "Do you remember me? The one who hit you on the head with a hockey stick last night!"

As he spoke, he glanced at the few plates of skewers on their table and said, swaying his head, "We can be considered acquaintances now. Do you mind if I have a few of your lamb skewers?"

He reached out to grab the skewers without waiting for Yang Chen's response.

"What... What's going on?" In the blink of an eye, the two of them were surrounded by six young men.

Zhu Shishou, who was already quite drunk, stared blankly and slurred, "Are they... your... friends?"

"Look at what you're saying... How could we have the honor to be friends with Young Master Yang? We just saw Young Master drinking here and came over to beg for some food," the young man said, glancing at Zhu Shishou, who was almost drunk, and sneered, "You don't look like a local from Jinzhou..."

As he spoke, he reached out to pinch Zhu Shishou's chubby face.

At that moment, Yang Chen's hand shot out, grabbed his arm, and stood up, "Enough."

His tone was calm but carried an inexplicable sense of authority.

As soon as Yang Chen reached out, the other five young men who had come with him immediately became hostile.

"Let go!"

"Damn... You actually dare to hit us?"

"Kid, are you looking for death?!"

The five young men started cursing, drawing the attention of the other customers at nearby tables.

But at the same time, the young man whose arm Yang Chen had grabbed suddenly turned pale and cried out in pain, "Don't pinch... It hurts... It hurts..."

Yang Chen's hand, though fair, clamped down on his arm like an iron vice. "Was it Xu Wendao who sent you?"

"So, you're here to cause trouble..." At this point, Zhu Shishou, who was already quite drunk, finally realized what was happening.

What surprised Yang Chen even more was that this fatso didn't even think twice, picked up an empty beer bottle from the side, and smashed it over the head of the young man whose arm Yang Chen was holding...

"Bang! Clatter..."

"Ouch, damn..."

In a flash, the beer bottle shattered on the ground, and the young man clutched his head and screamed. Blood trickled down his forehead, showing that Zhu Shishou had used all his strength... He was clearly trying to finish the guy off!

"Are you just standing there? Run!" Without waiting for Yang Chen to react, Zhu Shishou grabbed Yang Chen's arm and kicked the table with his right foot, knocking over the small table filled with skewers...

For a moment, Zhu Shishou felt a surge of adrenaline, as if he were in a movie scene, and he couldn't help but feel exhilarated!

But despite his efforts, things didn't go as he had imagined.

Yang Chen, who was much lighter than him, stood rooted to the spot, no matter how hard he tried to pull him.

Faced with Zhu Shishou's sudden outburst, Yang Chen felt that this fatso must have had too much to drink...

"What are you running for?" Letting go of the young man whose head had been hit by the beer bottle, Yang Chen turned and glared at Zhu Shishou, then picked up another bottle from the table and swung it at the head of the nearest young man...

"Bang! Clatter..."

He didn't give them much time to react. In the blink of an eye, after a beautiful spinning kick, all six young men were lying on the ground...

"Go back and tell Xu Wendao that if he doesn't want to die, he shouldn't cause me any trouble during this time!" Yang Chen said coldly, his eyes filled with a killing intent, "When I have the time, his good days will be over! Enjoy it while you can, and don't come crying to me later, it won't be interesting."

No one saw what Yang Chen did. By the time most people realized what was happening, Yang Chen had already ended the street fight with a beautiful spinning kick.

Zhu Shishou was also stunned, and after a while, he muttered sheepishly, "Damn... Being a senior really is different. Uncle, you're awesome..."

"Good kid, you..." The six young men who had been knocked down were also terrified.

They had seen people who could fight, but never anyone who could fight like this... Fortunately, Yang Chen didn't kill them. After groaning on the ground for a while, they slowly regained the ability to move.

One of the slightly older young men, who was at most 27 or 28, stood up, clutching his stomach, and tried to say something tough to save face, but was intimidated by Yang Chen's cold stare.

"Get lost."

Yang Chen glanced at them with disgust, then turned to Zhu Shishou with a stern face, "I didn't expect that with your build, you could move so quickly..."

"Hehe, back in the day, I used to train..."

"Why did you kick the table? Do you think you're in a movie?!" Despite his self-satisfaction, Zhu Shishou didn't realize it, and Yang Chen shook his head, "I'll tell you now... I don't have any money on me, so you're paying for tonight."

"Hehe, no problem, no problem..." Zhu Shishou scratched his head and continued to chuckle. Although he had been scolded by Yang Chen, the feeling just now was really exhilarating... This was the first time Zhu Shishou had ever hit someone with a beer bottle!

This would give him something to brag about when he got back... From now on, he could consider himself a tough guy who had survived a bloodbath!

Zhu Shishou grinned, feeling more and more pleased as he thought about it.

It wasn't until a few young men at a nearby table stood up that he realized he had caused trouble...

"We are from the local police station. You guys are quite something, staying up late to fight... Come with us to the station!"

A man in his early thirties, dressed casually, pulled out his ID and walked over, saying sternly, "You think you can hit people and then just walk away? Do you think we're still in feudal times?!"

This time, even Yang Chen was taken aback... Who would have thought that this small barbecue stall had such complicated connections? They had just chased away the thugs, and the police were already here?

If it weren't for the surprised look on the police officer's face, Yang Chen would have thought it was all planned!

At this moment, the owner of the barbecue stall also came over...

"Look at you young people, what can't you learn... You have to learn to fight! Don't go yet... You haven't paid your bill! And you two... You knocked over the table and want to leave? There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world!"

Yang Chen: "..."