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Zhong Kui's Diary
After the three of them left the Bond Building, they all felt somewhat disheartened and casually found a KFC Restaurant to sit down and rest. Fatty looked around and got up to buy three bottles of mineral water from a convenience store outside.
"Since Ren Feiyu isn't the mastermind behind this, we need to re-evaluate our approach," Kong Xuan said, taking a sip of water and frowning.
"I still think we should stick to our original plan of scaring Zhu Qi to find out who the person with the Pentagram Scar is," Fatty insisted on his previous viewpoint.
I nodded as well. "To get someone to confess, you either have to use severe torture or deceive them. Beating Zhu Qi for no reason seems excessive, so pretending to be ghosts is our only option."
Kong Xuan suddenly said, "Actually, we can focus more on investigating Zhu Liancheng."
"Huh? Isn't he only about 1.75 meters tall? The person Yeh Rong mentioned is 1.80 meters," I replied in surprise.
"Uh, it's possible that Zhu Liancheng is wearing height-increasing shoes," Kong Xuan scratched his head and said. "If someone who is 1.70 meters wears shoes that add ten centimeters, it would look a bit odd, but for someone who is 1.75 meters wearing five-centimeter height-increasing shoes, an unfamiliar person wouldn't notice anything unusual."
Kong Xuan's point made sense, and I suddenly felt a sense of direction again. Just as I was about to think about how to proceed, Fatty interjected, "So should we find an opportunity to fight Zhu Liancheng? Then tear his clothes off?"
"That probably won't work. Zhu Liancheng is different from Ren Feiyu; he is a person in power and definitely has several bodyguards around him. While bodyguards are no match for us, it would still be an unprovoked attack," Kong Xuan frowned.
"Come on, as if fighting Ren Feiyu was justified," Fatty scoffed.
"Kong Xuan is right; we need another excuse for dealing with Zhu Liancheng," I agreed with Kong Xuan's viewpoint. Not all problems in this world can be solved with violence; otherwise, what would be the point of having laws or police?
"We can observe him during his Health Treatment!" Fatty immediately suggested.
"Do you dare to be more unreliable?" I rolled my eyes.
"I am Sauna, cough, the bathhouse!" Fatty quickly explained, "Anyone going to a bathhouse goes in without a shirt, right?"
"That's true." I nodded. I called Tang Zian and Lingfeng separately, asking them to keep an eye on Zhu Liancheng's visits to the Sauna. I wasn't worried that Zhu Liancheng didn't have a habit of going to the bathhouse; 'Ren' feared fame while 'Zhu' feared being strong. Since Zhu Liancheng loved bodybuilding so much, he would definitely not miss out on the Sauna. Steaming and soaking is far more effective for sweating than any intense workout.
Just as I hung up, a male server from KFC walked over to our table, pointing at the bottled water with a look of disdain in his eyes, sneering, "We don't allow outside drinks here."
"Tsk tsk, your ice cubes are so dirty; how can you sell that to me?" Fatty scoffed. He wasn't making this up; there had been news reports recently stating that the ice cubes in KFC were dirtier than toilet water.
"Those news reports are just isolated cases and don't represent everything. We are an international brand. Besides, you can order other food," the server's smile became increasingly sarcastic.
"What should we order? Are you planning to make us eat expired chicken?" Fatty's disdain was becoming more evident. "Your upstream supplier has already admitted that there's a problem with the chicken they sell; would we dare eat that kind of meat?"
"You dead Fatty, stop being such a nuisance! Do you believe I won't have someone take care of you?" The server finally lost his temper, slamming the table and shouting.
"Tsk tsk, with this kind of quality, you're still calling yourself an international brand?" Fatty surprisingly wasn't angry; instead, he looked at the server mockingly. "Alright, go ahead and call someone to take care of me; let me become a real dead Fatty."
Both Kong Xuan and I were laughing silently. We initially planned to signal for Fatty to leave, but seeing that the server was still in a bad mood and now even resorting to insults made us not want to leave anymore. After all, Tang Zian and Lingfeng hadn't informed me about Zhu Liancheng's whereabouts yet, so we might as well stay.
The server narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing: "If you're brave enough, don't leave!"
"If you're brave enough, hurry up and call someone!" Fatty laughed.
The waiter walked out with a frosty expression, took out his phone, and started calling for help. The three of us were indifferent; this KFC Restaurant was located at the junction of Qinghu District and Yuhua District. The leader of Qinghu District was Zeng Xian, while the leader of Yuhua District was Fattyy, whom we had also encountered before. No matter who came, a fight was unlikely to break out.
About ten minutes later, there was a commotion outside. Looking through the glass wall, we saw seven or eight Black-Suited Thugs jumping out of a Gold Cup Van, wielding steel pipes and machetes. The one in front, sporting a bushy beard, looked up at the sign and muttered something before leading his men straight into the restaurant. In an instant, the few customers inside the restaurant were thrown into chaos, fleeing through the side door.
Wow, they were all dressed in uniform; their presence was impressive. I wondered if this was orchestrated by Zeng Xian or Fattyy.
The waiter rushed forward first, pointing at us. The bushy-bearded man raised his hand, and the big guys charged over without hesitation, swinging their steel pipes and machetes down on us.
Damn, they didn't even bother with an opening line; they just jumped straight into the fight. The three of us exchanged glances and let out a helpless chuckle. Since it had come to this, we could only fight back.
In less than a minute, all seven or eight thugs were knocked down, lying on the ground and howling in pain. Thankfully, we had shown some mercy and only rendered them temporarily incapable of fighting.
Seeing the situation turn bad, the waiter quickly fled. I couldn't be bothered to chase him down. I walked over to the bushy-bearded man and patted his face: "Buddy, you were too impulsive. You really didn't need to take such a loss. By the way, which boss are you working for? Zeng Xian or Fattyy?"
To my surprise, the bushy-bearded man showed no fear and snorted: "Neither!"
"Huh? Are you working for Boss Tang?" I asked in astonishment.
"Not him either! I don't know him!" he coldly huffed again.
This was impossible; a thug in Star City didn’t know Tang Zian? That was as absurd as a nerd not knowing who Ze Maria was; the level of absurdity was simply outrageous... There was a saying among the Star City Gang: "Men should know Tang Zian; they can charge recklessly without anyone caring. Women should know Ze Maria; they fear nothing as they roam around..."
Either this bushy-bearded man was lying, or... he was definitely lying.
"Why not just give Tang Zian a call to find out?" Fatty laughed from the side.
That made sense. I took out my phone and dialed Tang Zian's number. When he answered, he chuckled, "Ghost Brother, you just hung up the phone. How could there be news about Zhu Liancheng so quickly?"
"That's not it; I have something else to discuss with you." I then explained the situation with the group of Black-Suited Thugs.
Tang Zian gasped sharply, "Ghost Brother, those people are definitely not my subordinates. I'm planning to clean up my act; why would I act so high-profile? Wearing matching black suits... Come on, I'm not crazy. Isn't that just asking for trouble?"
I realized Tang Zian had a point and clicked my tongue twice. "So what exactly is going on?"
"Wait a moment; I'll have someone come over right away." Tang Zian quickly hung up.
Before Tang Zian's people arrived, a police car from 110 showed up first. Three or four officers got out, and the one in charge looked somewhat familiar. After thinking for a moment, I remembered he was the officer who had been ordered by Lingfeng to go back that night when we were having late-night snacks.
When the officer saw us, he seemed to recall who we were. He paused for a moment, scratched his head, winked at me, cleared his throat, and adopted an official tone as he loudly asked, "Who reported the incident?"
Before anyone could respond, a young man dressed in a Manager's uniform walked out from the KFC counter and raised his hand. "I reported it."
"What happened?" the officer asked.
"These rude individuals were causing a scene in our store, disrupting our business. Then they started fighting inside my store. That's how it went down. We have surveillance footage that can prove whether I'm lying or not," the young Manager directly shifted all the blame onto me.
Uh, since he said that, it was clear that the store's surveillance didn't have audio recording capabilities. No one would know what we discussed with that staff member, so this Manager was speaking with confidence.
"Yes, I understand." The officer nodded and turned to me, saying, "Sir, what do you need?"
Who can't talk nonsense? You can use surveillance without audio; can't I do the same? I smiled slightly and said, "Hello, Officer. Uh... as soon as I opened my mouth, I greeted you, while he didn't. It's clear who has better manners."
The officer's eyes flashed with a hint of amusement as he lightly coughed and said, "Let's get to the point."
"I don't deny that we took down these people," I pointed at the bearded individuals on the ground. "There was a waiter who insisted on selling us expired chicken legs. He said we had to eat them, claiming that this kind of chicken is specially suited for Chinese people. Of course, I had to refute such a barbaric viewpoint. Officer, isn't this a form of patriotism?"
The officer nodded. "Go on."
"Then he got angry and called people to beat us up. I didn't back down; what a joke! On my land in China, how could these foreign agents shout at us? Patriotism will not yield to any pressure. In the end, he really did call the mafia over. Look at them, all in matching black suits—it's as dark as it gets," I laughed.
"Okay, I understand. It seems like an ordinary dispute; you two should settle it privately. I'm leaving now." The officer smiled at me and turned to go.
The manager suddenly panicked. "Hey! How can you just leave?"
"Mind your manners; you should address him as Officer!" I reminded him with a cold smile.
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