chsdbacks Chapter 26: The local gang is so rude!
Chapter 26: The local gang is so rude!
After hearing Song Zhaowen's grand vision, the airplane finally showed some emotion. It wasn't that he was slow-witted, he just never thought about it this way: "Yeah, Brother Wen, damn it, hundreds of thousands of people... then bars and saunas will spring up everywhere, and we'll make money like crazy."
Song Zhaowen laughed and shook his head: "Ha, investing so much in a shop and opening a bar, when will you recoup your investment? Gangsters need brains, and the way to make money I'm talking about isn't like that."
"Brother Wen, please stop making things difficult. You know I don't like to use my brain."
"These are some immature ideas, but let's not talk about them for now... Let's fill our stomachs first, and then you'll come with me to meet someone later."
Xiao Zhuoxiao picked up the greasy menu from the table: "Waiter, waiter, where have you been? Order."
A skinny waiter, wearing an apron stained with oil, strolled over slowly, not even raising his eyelids: "What do you want to eat?"
"Three bowls of wonton noodles, iced lemon tea with shaved ice," Xiao Zhuoxiao ordered succinctly.
The waiter lazily wrote it down and turned to leave.
Just then, a young man with dyed yellow hair and wearing a tight vest that revealed his tattooed arms deliberately spat a wad of phlegm on the ground not far from the plane's feet, staring provocatively at Xiao Zhuoxiao. The other three young men at his table immediately burst into laughter.
The plane couldn't stand this attitude. It jumped up and pointed at the blond-haired guy: "Hey, are you crazy? Can't you see someone sitting here?"
Yellow Hair also stood up abruptly, the chair legs scraping against the ground with a screeching sound. He wasn't tall, but his face was fierce: "Damn it, what are you talking to me about? This is Tin Shui Wai, not your Hong Kong Island turf. I can spit anywhere I want, what are you bragging about?"
As mentioned earlier, Tin Shui Wai is at the bottom of Hong Kong's social hierarchy and has long been looked down upon by city dwellers, much like how Shanghainese look down on rural people.
"Nongxiangwuning" and "Tin Shui Wai Zai" are considered the most contemptuous terms used to describe people in these two places.
The unwelcome people of Tin Shui Wai naturally harbor some hostility towards those from the city center.
Several local gangsters had already noticed Song Zhaowen and his group. Their clothes and appearance clearly indicated that they were not locals from Tin Shui Wai. They also listened to their loud and boastful talk, which made the gangsters quite unhappy.
That's why the blond-haired guy provoked us just now.
Xiao Zhuoxiao slammed his hand on the table, making the bowls and chopsticks jump, and pointed at the blond-haired man: "You've got a shit for food. Believe me or not, I'll smash your dead head in."
The blond-haired man grinned, revealing his smoke-stained teeth: "Hong Kong Islander, you're so cocky. Tin Shui Wai is run by me and Wo Shing Wo. Who do you think you are?"
"Wo Shing Wo? What kind of sunset gang is that? Damn it, open your dog eyes, I'm from Cheng Hing." The plane retorted sharply.
Song Zhaowen remained seated, slowly flicking his cigarette ash without even lifting his eyelids: "Sit down on the plane, don't lower yourself to the level of a child."
Song Zhaowen was too lazy to get into a conflict with these sixteen or seventeen-year-old brats, but in Huang Mao's eyes, he appeared to be weak and cowardly.
"Tsz Wan Shan is in the spotlight?" The gangsters exchanged glances, their breathing quickened, and a hint of excitement appeared in their eyes—a sign that they were about to make a move.
"There are gangs in the city. If I teach them a lesson, won't I, Huang Mao Hao, become famous?" Huang Mao thought to himself.
Several people grabbed beer bottles or folding stools from the table and slowly gathered around.
"If the kid is irritable, he should drink more herbal tea. Don't do anything foolish or impulsive. There are some people you can't afford to mess with," Song Zhaowen warned, leaning back and spreading his hands.
"Damn it, we're going to beat up your Zhengxing guys."
The idea was good, but reality was harsh; the blond-haired guy wanted to establish his authority but messed with the wrong person.
Song Zhaowen doesn't even need to lift a finger to deal with these low-level gangsters.
The plane cracked its knuckles and grinned maliciously, "Damn it, I'm burning with rage right now, and the punching bag is coming to me on its own."
"They're all kids, so be careful what you do with them."
"I know."
Before Song Zhaowen's words, "Be more measured," had even faded, Huang Maohao could no longer contain himself.
"Hit him."
Huang Maohao yelled and grabbed a beer bottle, lunging at Xiao Zhuoxiao, who looked the most burly. His three henchmen, as if injected with adrenaline, brandished folding stools and fists, howling as they charged toward the plane.
The beer bottle whistled as it hurtled toward Xiao Zhuoxiao's face. But a large, fan-like hand shot out with lightning speed, grabbing Huang Maohao's wrist holding the bottle with perfect precision, and snapped it.
A sickening cracking sound rang out. Huang Maohao's scream had barely escaped his throat when Xiao Zhuoxiao's other iron fist slammed into his abdomen like a cannonball. Huang Maohao's eyes bulged, his body arched like a boiled shrimp, all sound muffled by the blow, leaving only gasps for breath. The beer bottle slipped from his hand and fell to the ground, where Xiao Zhuoxiao kicked it away with a swift motion.
The plane grinned maliciously, ducking to avoid the folding stool that swept towards him, moving as nimbly as a cheetah. He closed in, delivering a vicious hook punch with his left hand to the ribs of the henchman on his left.
"Ugh." The henchman was instantly jolted out of his wits and bent over in pain. The henchman's fist came crashing down from the right, but Airplane blocked it with his right hand, grabbed the man's hair, and yanked it down hard, while simultaneously slamming his knee into him.
"Bang!" It slammed solidly into his face, and blood mixed with tears and snot burst out instantly. The plane casually tossed the dazed henchman aside like a broken sack, smashing a table and shattering dishes all over the floor.
The tea restaurant was a mess, with tables and chairs overturned, soup splattered everywhere, and broken bowls and glass mixed with several pools of glaring blood. The diners had long since fled to the corners or the kitchen, while the waiters huddled behind the counter, trembling with fear.
But the battle was over in the blink of an eye.
The plane shook its sore fist and spat at the groaning blond-haired Hao on the ground: "Pah. Useless trash, I just finished warming up and you're already down. Eat shit."
At this moment, all four local guys were lying down. One had a broken wrist and was curled up groaning; another had a bruised face and a sunken nose; another was clutching his ribs like a shrimp; and the last one was still holding a stool, trembling as if he was about to smash it down.
Song Zhaowen glanced at him, and the gangster yelled and threw down the stool, ready to run away.
Xiao Zhuoxiao pointed at him and cursed, "Hey, stop right there. You're not even asking about your own brothers? I'll give you thirty seconds to help them get lost and stop getting in our way." He then threw several banknotes at him.
The gangsters were stopped abruptly. They shakily helped up their most seriously injured companion, while the remaining two supported each other. They didn't even dare to leave the money on the ground or utter any threats. They fled the tea restaurant in a few steps, afraid that Xiao Zhuoxiao and the others would be too scared to continue and beat them up again.
After this commotion...
The service at the tea restaurant was more than ten times better.
The previously sluggish speed of serving food was suddenly sped up like a motor.
The plane stretched its arms and legs: "These country thugs are so bad at fighting. Since we can make money here, why don't we bring our troops and take over this place?"