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Chapter 62 of 100

Chapter 62

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Xiao Bing was thinking when he saw Sakura run into an old, dilapidated building. He assumed this was their hideout for business.

For such matters, Xiao Bing neither cared nor bothered to ask. Prostitution was illegal and morally discouraged, but he knew that the existence of these women reduced the country's crime rate every year. Moreover, Xiao Bing never discriminated against such women. If not for their circumstances, who would willingly be treated like a princess at home, and who would want to go out and be mistreated by men every day? In the end, they were all women with tragic fates.

Xiao Bing turned his gaze away, planning to leave when he suddenly saw a man storm out of the building entrance. Then, an old woman inside started yelling, "Sakura, how can you be so shameless? Do you want Brother Qiang to teach you a lesson again? Is this how you do business? Do you really think that wimp can buy you out? With interest, you owe Brother Qiang 200,000 yuan. Even if you wait for him your whole life, he won't be able to come up with that money. Just work honestly!"

Xiao Bing stopped listening, feeling a bit uncomfortable. It wasn't that he didn't want to help, but there were too many women like this. Perhaps in this dilapidated building, many women had similar stories, owing money or coming from extremely poor families. Xiao Bing wanted to help them but didn't know where to start...

Back home, Xiao Bing's mood was not good due to what he had seen and heard. Su Xiaoxiao wasn't studying today but was playing on her computer in her room. Xiao Bing, looking for someone to talk to, knocked on her door. Su Xiaoxiao glanced back and said, "Brother Bing, come in!"

Xiao Bing walked in, glanced at the computer, and asked curiously, "Are you looking something up?"

"Yes, the Little Xiao Noodle Shop is also our family's business. I can't just sit here and do nothing while you run around every day. I've found a few shops for sale online. We can go look at them this weekend."

Xiao Bing saw that Su Xiaoxiao had noted down the suitable locations and contact numbers in her notebook. Her neat handwriting was as beautiful as she was. She added, "All these shops are on the commercial street in Jinsha District. I'll go with you tomorrow."

Usually, Yezi accompanied him, but since Su Xiaoxiao suggested it, Xiao Bing couldn't refuse. He agreed and decided to send a text to Xiao Bei, telling him to take the day off tomorrow.

Xiao Bei had been secretly protecting Su Xiaoxiao recently. He would come to the neighborhood early in the morning, follow her to campus, and protect her until Xiao Bing returned home at night. Xiao Bei's efforts were no less than Xiao Bing's. Since Su Xiaoxiao would be with him tomorrow, there was no need for Xiao Bei's protection, so he could take a break.

Xiao Bing had not found any clues about the traitor in Su Xiaoxiao. He began to wonder if the words that led to Su Peiya's death were true.

Regardless of whether there was a traitor in Longmen, Xiao Bing planned to stay at the Su family and observe. If there was a traitor, he would see what actions they took. If there was a hidden force misleading them, he would see what they were up to. When Xiao Bing was in Longmen, the enemy was in the dark, but now that he had left, the hidden forces or the traitor in Longmen would eventually reveal themselves.

After chatting with Su Xiaoxiao for a while, Xiao Bing returned to his bed, sent a text to Xiao Bei, and called Yezi. He thought Yezi would be upset about him going out with Su Xiaoxiao, but she agreed readily.

The next morning, after breakfast, Xiao Bing and Su Xiaoxiao set out early to look for shops. While waiting for the bus, Su Xiaoxiao took out her notebook and said, "I found six shops last night, all in Jinsha District. I could have found more, but the locations or sizes weren't suitable. Let's check these six today."

Xiao Bing asked, "Which one should we go to first?"

"Let me see... the one closest to our home. It's about half an hour by bus. It used to be a hotel, and the owner is moving abroad, so he's selling it. We can rent or buy it, but we should buy it to avoid future rent increases."

Xiao Bing said, "Not only that, the value of land is rising. It's a good investment to buy the shop."

Su Xiaoxiao looked at Xiao Bing, surprised, "You were a soldier. How do you know so much about business?"

"Natural talent, I have talent."

Su Xiaoxiao shook her head, "You have talent for boasting."

Xiao Bing didn't say anything...

The bus arrived quickly, and it was quite crowded. Xiao Bing and Su Xiaoxiao were separated by several people. In front of Xiao Bing were two young and pretty female students. Halfway through the ride, Xiao Bing noticed they kept glancing at him. He thought, "Maybe I'm just too handsome, and they're at that age where they start to notice boys."

But thinking about it, it was possible. He was handsome and had a masculinity that young college boys lacked, making him more attractive than those so-called Korean oppas.

Feeling pleased, Xiao Bing was interrupted when one of the girls, with almond-shaped eyes, asked, "Excuse me... are you the kung fu chef from Little Xiao Noodle Shop?"

"Oh, you recognized me as the ramen chef..." Xiao Bing sighed inwardly but smiled, "Yes, do you know me?"

"We've eaten your ramen. It's really delicious, and the way you make it... is very cool."

Xiao Bing's eyes lit up. As the ancients said, a handsome man, whether a soldier or a chef, is always charming. It seemed the ancients were right.

Xiao Bing cleared his throat and said seriously, "Making ramen is a sacred task. We pour all our emotions into it to create the taste we want. So, don't let my good looks distract you from the ramen. If you have time, I can teach you some specific techniques..."

"Really?" The two girls looked eager, like fangirls, which boosted Xiao Bing's confidence.

Xiao Bing was about to promise when Su Xiaoxiao suddenly screamed and slapped someone, yelling, "Die!"

Xiao Bing's face changed, and he squeezed through the crowd towards Su Xiaoxiao. A man in his thirties, with a thug-like appearance, rubbed his face and, with a sinister look, grabbed Su Xiaoxiao's neck. Most girls would have been terrified, but Su Xiaoxiao, perhaps inheriting her sister's strength, fought back. However, she was just a girl. While scratching the thug's face, he grabbed her arms and tried to touch her under her skirt, sneering, "Girl, you're asking for it. I'll show you what I'm capable of."

The bus was already crowded, and their struggle caused people to stumble. Some people condemned the thug, but when he pulled out a knife, they all fell silent, and no one dared to help.

The bus driver stopped the bus and shouted, "Don't cause trouble, or we'll call the police!"

"Fuck... call the police, and you'll lose your job. Open the door!"

Perhaps feeling guilty, the thug started to think about escaping.

The bus driver, fearing retaliation and worried the thug might become desperate, quickly opened the door. The thug grabbed Su Xiaoxiao, walked to the door, and said menacingly, "Girl, you're lucky this time!"

He released Su Xiaoxiao, holding a knife, and stepped out of the bus. Suddenly, his scalp was grabbed, and he tried to stab back, but his wrist was caught, and with a crack, his hand was broken, causing him to scream in pain.

Xiao Bing slammed his head against the bus door and kicked him out, knocking him to the ground.

Xiao Bing jumped out of the bus, looked at Su Xiaoxiao, who was pale, and asked, "What happened?"

Su Xiaoxiao, regaining her composure, pointed at the thug on the ground and said, "He... he touched my... butt... when it was crowded."

Xiao Bing looked up and saw a branch, and smiled, "So, he likes butts. Let me give him a taste."

With a thud, the branch pierced through the thug's pants and into his buttocks. The thug screamed and fainted, looking relieved.

Everyone on the bus who saw this through the windows tightened their legs and shivered. Xiao Bing said to himself, "This is a special move I learned, called 'Flower Insertion'..."