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Xin Yi felt a clear signal of danger, but he did not understand why he and his companions were being watched as soon as they entered Old House Street Town. Was it for money? That seemed unlikely, as the agility and experienced gazes of those people indicated they were not just a random mob; they clearly had experience in disguise and lurking. Could they be members of the legendary Taiman Agent Organization or Mei Organization? If that were true, their intelligence capabilities were indeed impressive, as they had already been monitored the moment they stepped into Guokan. However, Xin Yi had ways to test whether these were indeed agents.
As soon as Topology stepped onto the cobblestone street, he insisted on finding a place to eat a good meal. After twenty days in the jungle, although Yanming Shop Elder had provided various meals each day, the cooking methods had only involved boiling and roasting. After twenty days of that, everyone was tired of it. Thus, not just Topology, but everyone wanted to find a place to enjoy a proper meal. However, eating involved spending money, and how could they have the local currency of Taiwan? This did not stump Yanming Shop Elder, who asked Xin Yi for some Renminbi from the Heavenly Pride Nation, then walked into a regular shop by the street. After a while of haggling, he returned with a large bundle of Thai Currency. Yanming Shop Elder said, "This Thai Currency is worthless; a bowl of rice noodles costs about a thousand Thai Currency. For several of us to eat a meal, it would probably cost tens of thousands." The large bundle of Thai Currency was indeed cumbersome to handle, so Topology volunteered to put it in his bag. As he stuffed the money into his bag, he complained that it seemed like Taiwan was just printing money without doing anything.
With the money issue resolved, the next step was simply to find a suitable place. Yanming Shop Elder led everyone a short distance until they found the most luxurious restaurant on the street. Luxurious only because it was one of the few two-story buildings on the street, and its wooden floors echoed with every step. If someone like Big Bull were to walk up there, the owner would likely hesitate to invite him upstairs for fear that the wooden floorboards wouldn't support his unusual weight and might collapse. Once on the wooden floor above, they found no customers since it wasn't mealtime yet. They chose a table by the window. Xin Yi washed the utensils with tea and casually splashed some tea outside when he caught sight of someone peeking around the corner. Upon seeing Xin Yi, that person quickly hid away.
After sitting down, Xu Maogong asked, "Can we determine which side they're from?"
Xin Yi shook his head and replied, "I can't be sure, but they don't seem like petty thieves; they must have received specialized training." He then turned to Yanming Shop Elder and asked, "Elder, do you know what major forces are present in this town? I mean those that might be interested in outsiders like us?"
After pondering for a moment, Yanming Shop Elder answered, "The situation in Old House Street Town has always been complex. There are indeed several significant forces here, but they're not like these people today. Most just look for trouble to extort money from outsiders; they wouldn't act so mysteriously. I feel these people's motives aren't financial but rather personal." It seemed that Yanming Shop Elder had sharp insight; even those covert agents from Taiwan hadn't escaped his notice.
Seeing no clear leads emerging from this discussion, Xin Yi decided to ignore it and told everyone: "No matter who they are, let's act as if we know nothing. We'll proceed as planned; just be cautious. If they make any moves against us, we'll deal with them accordingly."
Since it wasn't mealtime yet, the dishes arrived quickly. Soon enough, a table full of food was served. Xin Yi stopped the eager-to-eat Topology, insisting that Yanming Shop Elder check each dish first. This was no trivial matter; if someone had tampered with their food or drink, even the best skills would be useless. This area had historically been known for its poison masters; although Yanming Shop Elder couldn't use poison himself, he could identify common types. Many experienced elders in the southwestern region near Heavenly Pride and in the Guokan District possessed this ability. After inspecting everything thoroughly, he confirmed that nothing had been tampered with and assured everyone it was safe to eat.
Finally able to indulge themselves without worry, everyone dug in heartily. In reality, today's dishes were quite ordinary; back home in their country, no one would consider them delicacies. However, after twenty days in the jungle, even these simple dishes became exquisite delights in everyone's eyes. The cuisine from this southwestern region was notably spicy; everyone was sweating profusely while eating. Even the usually graceful Roxy found herself juggling chopsticks and napkins while keeping a tea cup nearby—taking bites of food followed by sips of tea to cool off from the spice while wiping her glistening forehead. Her full red lips turned fiery from the heat—an irresistible allure. Yet at that moment, no one paid attention to such details; satisfying their hunger took precedence over everything else.
Just as Xin Yi and his group were enjoying their meal, two modified Mitsubishi SUVs roared around the corner. The sound indicated heavily modified engines—almost comparable to an XB-51 light bomber—and such modifications were likely unnecessary unless for special purposes; no one would modify vehicles like this for ordinary use back home without attracting traffic police attention immediately. Only in places like Guokan could such vehicles exist without issue.
The two modified SUVs screeched to a halt outside the restaurant as eight flamboyantly dressed young people jumped out—six men and two women—who continued their boisterous antics as they climbed upstairs without restraint upon seeing Xin Yi's table. They shouted crude remarks while occasionally glancing at them—especially at beautiful Roxy. After ordering some dishes and drinks, six men began flirting with the two heavily made-up women while engaging in lewd gestures.
Seeing this behavior made Roxy frown deeply; however, she didn't want to cause trouble and thus held back her irritation—it simply ruined her appetite. Meanwhile, Xu Maogong looked at Xin Yi, who understood his concern and shook his head in response. He could tell at first glance that these young people were not connected to those who had been watching them earlier; this group seemed like spoiled rich kids who spent their days joyriding in flashy cars—annoying but harmless overall. In contrast, those who had been monitoring them earlier were different—they were trained individuals capable of causing real harm.
At that moment, several middle-aged men dressed in local attire ascended the wooden stairs amid footsteps echoing behind them. These men appeared to be businesspeople carrying small designer bags from Boss. Laughing among themselves as they walked up, they glanced at what was happening upstairs and frowned slightly upon seeing the rowdy young group before quickly settling at an adjacent table next to Xin Yi. Their conversation revolved around business matters but their eyes frequently darted toward him and his companions; one man by the window even leaned out occasionally to curse about the sweltering weather.
Recognizing these men as likely being part of those who had previously monitored them due to their similar demeanor—pretending indifference while secretly observing—Xin Yi nodded subtly at his companions. The bags resting on their table certainly did not contain cash; judging by their shape and weight when held earlier indicated they likely contained firearms instead. Estimating quickly: six individuals came up carrying guns concealed within their bags—but since their weapons were stowed away while his group's guns were holstered at their waists—if things escalated into violence here, his side would undoubtedly have an advantage given their quicker draw speed.
Meanwhile, those flamboyant young men continued drinking beer enthusiastically; their excitement grew louder with each round consumed until it became impossible for those middle-aged men to continue discussing business amidst all that noise. Finally one spoke up: "Hey friends! Could you lower your voices? We're trying to conduct business here."
The appearance of those young people clearly indicated that they were used to acting arrogantly. Upon hearing someone dare to reprimand them, one of them slammed the table and stood up, shouting, "Who the hell are you?! Who do you think you are to tell me how to speak? If you know what's good for you, get lost! Do you know who we are? We can command the entire Shahong Military District! If there's nothing going on, just scram!" It turned out that these flashy young people were descendants of military personnel. In the Taiwan Army, power lies with those who have soldiers under their command, and these young people likely took advantage of their ancestors' or parents' military connections to act recklessly.
Upon hearing such words from the other side, one middle-aged man immediately exchanged glances with the person who had just spoken up and stood up with a smile, saying, "Hahaha... So you brothers are all Little Military Lords! My apologies! My brother here has had too much to drink and offended you Little Military Lords; please forgive him!"
Normally, this would have settled the matter since they had apologized. However, seeing the other party back down only made the young people more relentless. The man continued to curse, "What the hell! Just because you've had too much to drink doesn't mean you can bite anyone! So if I say I've had too much to drink and slept with your daughter, I can just say 'please forgive me' and that's it? Damn! Idiot!" The young people laughed wildly without restraint.
The middle-aged man's expression changed slightly, but he ultimately held back his anger and continued to negotiate amicably, saying, "My brother has indeed offended you Little Military Lords; it shouldn't have happened. Let me cover your meal today as an apology. How does that sound?"
"Damn! Do you think I'm someone who can't afford a meal? Enough of that! Bring that guy over here; let him walk past me with all the beer bottles I've drunk today! How about that? Isn't that cheap enough for him?" The young man continued to shout provocatively.
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