There must be something wrong with me

Silence.

Everyone was staring blankly at Zhang Feng, filled with disbelief.

"Did he... did he actually make a move?"

"What the hell? Chef Zhang actually hit Brother Hang?"

"Brother Hang? Brother Hang? Are you okay?"

Everyone was in shock, and they didn’t dare to approach Zhang Feng, let alone rescue the unconscious Ah Hang on the ground.

Because just imagine, in front of them stood a burly chef, who was no longer nodding and smiling like he used to,

but was instead holding a kitchen knife with a menacing aura. What kind of power was this?

Swish—

"What’s there to be afraid of with just him alone?"

Yet another thug directly picked up a cutting board, ready to challenge Zhang Feng.

But the others looked left at the unconscious Brother Hang and right at the knife in Zhang Feng’s hand, and very cautiously started to back away.

"Boss, Chef Zhang, sorry to disturb..."

They wanted to leave.

"Yes, yes, sorry to disturb..." The one who was about to have a go saw his comrades trying to retreat, and hurriedly put down the cutting board, wanting to follow them in retreat.

The boss, seeing they didn’t continue to make a move, suddenly sighed in relief, then looked at Zhang Feng in surprise.

He didn’t expect the always amiable Chef Zhang to actually hit someone today?

’Damn!’ The boss looked again at Brother Hang on the ground, ’If he hit someone, he hit someone, but how is he so good at it? How did he knock down Ah Hang with a knife in no time?’

Ah Hang was skilled in street fighting and had some skills.

At least in the boss’s eyes, he was already considered a formidable fighter.

Of course, compared to the underground fight matches he occasionally watched, he was still far behind.

At the same time, as the remaining thugs were about to retreat,

Zhang Feng suddenly threw the kitchen knife onto the chopping board beside him, with the tip piercing an inch into the wood.

Buzz—

The knife vibrated.

It also shook the tense nerves of everyone present.

"Did I say you could leave?"

Zhang Feng pointed to the corner of the wall nearby,

"Now, either lie down like Ah Hang, or squat over there."

"Run!"

As soon as Zhang Feng finished speaking, one of the thugs in the back tried to open the back door and run out.

Zhang Feng saw that, before he even started asking questions, this person was trying to leave, so he immediately kicked a dirty water bucket at his feet.

Bam—

The bucket flew up in an instant, flying straight past a few thugs, accurately hitting the back of the fleeing thug.

Splash—

The thug’s vertebrae below his waist were hit, causing his legs to give out as he fell right in front of the door.

Some vegetable leaves spilled out, covering him.

"Ow..." He lay on the ground, clutching his back, the fall and the hit were both painful, making him unable to bother cleaning the rubbish off himself.

The remaining three, upon seeing Zhang Feng say he’d make a move and then executing it with such accuracy, immediately raised their hands and squatted along the wall.

"Boss! I was wrong! Don’t throw the knife!"

"Yeah, yeah! Brother Hang didn’t really hack anyone, we were just joking!"

"Yeah... just... just trying to scare you..."

They begged sincerely, fearing that Chef Zhang would lose his temper and instead of throwing a bucket, would use the knife on them.

Even the boss was a bit scared at this moment.

It’s just that Zhang Feng’s sudden change was too overwhelming.

Zhang Feng suddenly smelled a burnt scent, so he looked at the squatters, "How long has our store been paying you protection fees?"

"More than a year..." one of the thugs weakly replied.

"Alright." Zhang Feng nodded, then asked, "Who can cook?"

"Cook?" The thugs looked at each other.

Finally, one thug raised a hand, "Boss, I can a bit, I used to sell fried rice with my grandma, and I’ve helped in big restaurant kitchens."

"Cook." Zhang Feng pointed to the stove, then looked at the others, "You guys clean the floor."

As he spoke, Zhang Feng looked at the thug groaning on the ground, "Are you dead yet?"

"No, no..." He saw Zhang Feng’s ’terrifying’ gaze and immediately endured the pain to stand up.

"Good." Zhang Feng then sat grandly on the stool, "Wake up your Brother Hang, I have questions for him."

Then, Zhang Feng looked at his boss, who usually shouted at him, but was actually quite nice to him,

"Boss, today we have more staff in our store, the dishes will be ready soon, don’t rush."

"Er..." The boss couldn’t quite wrap his head around it, but seeing the thugs starting to work, he suddenly understood that Zhang Feng was treating them as free labor.

"Old Zhang..." The boss felt a bit scared, "Making these bosses do work, isn’t that bad?"

"Us paying them protection fees is like hiring them to work." Zhang Feng had his own understanding, "Otherwise, wouldn’t the fees paid over the past year be for nothing?"

’Huh? Hey?!’ The boss felt it was very reasonable, but also felt something was off.

"Boss, Brother Hang is awake..."

At this moment, the fallen thug had an idea, taking some water in his mouth and spraying it on Ah Hang, waking him up slowly.

"Where am I? How did I fall asleep?" But Ah Hang seemed a bit out of it.

But when he saw Zhang Feng in his line of sight, he immediately sat up in shock.

"Boss, don’t hit! I was wrong!"

Ah Hang was even more compliant than his juniors and immediately surrendered.

Because his head hurt a lot, and he was feeling dizzy and nauseated, he definitely didn’t want to experience that again.

"Now, let’s not talk about right or wrong."

Zhang Feng stared at him, "I’ll ask, you answer.

Whose gang are you with? Where is that person?"

"I..." Ah Hang hesitated for a moment, then admitted truthfully, "Boss, I’m not actually with anyone, because I also have to pay protection fees to Brother Er Gui.

I’m just a small fry on this half street, also relying on others for food."

’Brother Er Gui?’

In his memory, Zhang Feng had some impression of Er Gui, but not much; all he knew was that ’Er Gui’ was ’two people’.

’Are two people one Bloody Mark, or are they two?’

Zhang Feng pondered for a few seconds, then looked again at Ah Hang, who was rubbing his head,

"Those two ghosts you mentioned, where exactly are they now?"

"Boss, I really don’t know where they are." Ah Hang pleaded, "I’m just a runner eating off errands, at most I know a few of their hangouts."

Ah Hang said this, taking out a beeper from his pocket, the kind of pager from the 90s,

"Usually, when it’s time to pay up, it’s Little Ghost Brother who contacts me."

"Then when do you guys pay?" Zhang Feng extended his hand, gesturing for him to hand over the beeper.

Ah Hang reluctantly handed it to Zhang Feng, then said, "The day after tomorrow."

He said this, then uncertainly added, "I think Brother Er Gui should be at the back mountain now? Recently I heard that Brother Da Gui opened a motorcycle modification shop.

They’ve been testing bikes a lot in the back mountain lately."

"Alright." Zhang Feng stood up, decisively, "Take me to check it out first."

"What?" Ah Hang paused for a moment.

"He’s going to find Brother Er Gui?" Ah Hang’s other juniors all looked over.

Zhang Feng ignored them and just pointed at the back door, "Either lead the way or lie down."

"I’ll lead the way!" Ah Hang immediately went to open the door.

The other juniors looked at each other.

Apart from the one cooking, not sure whether to leave the stove,

The rest of the juniors, seeing their tasks done, were all standing at the door.

They really didn’t want to stay in this cramped space with Zhang Feng any longer.

However, as Zhang Feng was about to head out, he suddenly saw a notification.

[Bloody Target 3: ’Liangcai’ is dead]

[Reward: Constitution +0.8]