There must be something wrong with me

That night, the restaurant closed.

Ah Hang went with his little brothers to touch up the paint.

In the following days, Zhang Feng didn’t go anywhere either; he just stayed holed up in the store.

Unknowingly, ten days passed.

It was the sixteenth day since he arrived in this world.

Concerning the meridians of Hard Qigong, Zhang Feng had already opened them all, including almost half of the Eight-Step Chasing Cicada meridians.

His Constitution went from the initial 13 to the current [16].

The early stages of opening Overclocking are precisely the periods of rapid growth in power.

During this time, Zhang Feng was also delving into the memory of the Demon Subduing Fist, striving to prepare for the new Martial Arts’ 42 meridians quickly once the Eight-Step Chasing Cicada was fully opened.

Of course.

After sixteen days of ’retreat.’

Zhang Feng had reinstated the habits of the undercover world and the deserted island world.

Apart from washing up, he didn’t want to waste time on his hair.

Originally, Chef Zhang had a slicked-back hairstyle.

With Zhang Feng not caring, his hair began to grow wildly again.

But fortunately, his physique stabilized somewhat, not turning rounder, though it wasn’t slimming down either.

Because Zhang Feng discovered this body’s digestive and absorption abilities were far higher than in previous worlds.

Coupled with the influence of Overclocking Resonance.

Now, Zhang Feng’s meal standard was two pounds of cooked meat, plus some mixed-vegetable dishes, and high blood-boosting, high-energy herbs.

With such a large appetite.

Zhang Feng found it hard to slim down.

However, Zhang Feng really liked the robust physique of ancient mighty generals.

Very manly.

...

Rustle —

On the twentieth day, it started to drizzle lightly in the sky.

Within the Kowloon Walled City.

In a small house near the edge.

Under the eaves.

An old man with a hooked nose stared in amazement at a youth around twenty years old,

"Xiaoxu, are you saying... Er Gui was taken care of? And by a chef?"

The old man was slightly astonished and then glanced at the steaming teacup in his hand,

"Er Gui visited me a few months ago for the New Year; they sent tea cakes, and I haven’t finished them yet."

"Throw away the things from the dead." Xiaoxu suddenly sniffled nervously, then quickly regained composure, fearing the elder would notice.

The old man was precisely the grand uncle.

Not only was he the person in charge of Kowloon Walled City, but also a figure of the uncle generation on the city’s streets.

"Hmm, should throw them away."

The grand uncle didn’t notice Xiaoxu’s oddity but instead nodded and asked, "Who took care of them?"

"Chef Zhang from West Street," Xiaoxu replied, "I specifically found a little brother of Er Gui to inquire about this.

He also said South City’s Mantis Finch knows about it.

But when I called Mantis Finch just now, they ignored me and even told me not to get involved."

Having said that, he sniffled again.

"Why are you sniffling?" The grand uncle, seeing Xiaoxu sniffle, instead of asking about Er Gui, angrily threw the teacup at him,

"You used again, didn’t you? How many times have I told you, you can’t touch it, can’t touch it, why don’t you listen?"

The grand uncle walked up to him, grasping his dry and powerful hand to tug his ear.

"Ow, ow..." Xiaoxu instinctively covered near his ear with his hand but dared not resist.

"You still know pain?"

The grand uncle tugged forcefully and initially intended to tug harder, but upon seeing Xiaoxu’s pained expression, he relented in mercy.

At only twenty, Xiaoxu was just a naïve child in the grand uncle’s eyes.

"Sigh..."

The grand uncle finally sat powerlessly back on the stool under the eaves, looking at Xiaoxu rubbing his ear,

"Your father was my best little brother, he left early and entrusted you to me, but seeing you now, how can I face him when I enter the grave?"

"Grand uncle..." Xiaoxu stopped rubbing his ear upon hearing those words, "It’s me who walked the wrong path, got deceived, it’s not grand uncle’s fault."

"Forget it, forget it, it’s all my fault." The grand uncle waved his hand, "I know you all blame me. When brothers get their money, they say the distribution is unfair, blaming me.

When dividing the territories, brothers say I’m unjust, also blaming me.

Now you’ve been deceived into using, got addicted, saying it doesn’t blame me, who’d believe?"

The grand uncle shook his head, "I’m the leader in this walled city, inherently the head of the criminal gang, who the hell would trust me if I said I wanted you to learn well?"

"Uncle, I trust you!" Xiaoxu promptly expressed loyalty, "Ever since I was little, you encouraged me to study well.

It was my obsession with walking this path, wanting to contribute to the gang, but then got deceived along the way, truly not your fault uncle, it’s my stupidity."

"Honestly, it’s still my fault." The grand uncle sighed, "If I didn’t have the gang, wasn’t the leader, maybe you’d focus on your studies."

"Uncle, honestly it’s my issue..." Xiaoxu tried to persuade.

"Alright, enough, enough." The grand uncle dodged the topic and said, "In four months, there’s a meeting in the walled city; the bosses of several gangs and district managers will come.

Is this Chef Zhang representing West Street?"

"I haven’t asked yet." Xiaoxu replied truthfully, "Because this Chef Zhang is quite strange.

I’ve inquired; he’s always been a nice guy, an honest person, then suddenly changed.

After learning this, I directly came to report to uncle, wanting to hear your decision."

"Change is normal, probably pushed by some people." The grand uncle folded his arms, hands hidden in sleeves, "Anyway, Chef Zhang already stepped into the river ashore.

We need to find a time to teach him the rules of our waterway."

"Understood!" Xiaoxu noted down and asked, "When should we consult him?"

"Later on." The grand uncle looked toward the incense room in the back, "Let’s pick an auspicious day, suitable for travel, discussion."

...

Twelve hours later.

At one in the deep night.

At the small restaurant entrance.

Xiaoxu brought a big guy to the restaurant’s entrance.

However, the big guy didn’t want to go in and instead said to Xiaoxu, "Brother Xu, Uncle Da said to pick an auspicious day, so why are you dragging me here now?

Do we really have to see Chef Zhang today? Why?"

"Uncle Da said I can’t meet him," Xiaoxu replied, "but he never said you couldn’t see Chef Zhang."

"But why see him?" the big guy asked curiously, "I’ve been asking all the way here, and you haven’t said a thing. Now you’ve got to tell me something, or else what am I supposed to say when I meet him?"

"Talk about the powder," Xiaoxu said bluntly, "Er Gui used to know a dealer who had the goods, but now that Er Gui is dead, I can’t find anyone.

Honestly, if I hadn’t tried to buy from Er Gui, I wouldn’t have known he was dead."

Xiaoxu had a hint of urgency in his eyes,

"Now that Er Gui is dead, and all the other dealers have been warned by my Uncle, they’re too scared to sell to me.

I figure that since Chef Zhang has taken over Er Gui’s business, he might be able to reach that guy!"

"What the hell?" The big guy was startled, "Brother Xu, you’re getting me involved in this? Aren’t you afraid Uncle Da will find out?"

"That’s why I brought you with me." Xiaoxu sniffed, "We’ve been playing together since we were kids. I trust you; you won’t rat me out.

Besides, you’re Uncle’s youngest son, and he loves you the most. Even if he finds out, he won’t punish you too hard."

"Brother Xu, you..." The big guy was speechless, feeling that Brother Xu was dragging him down with him.

Nevertheless, the big guy wouldn’t rat him out, but he found it troubling.

As childhood friends, he wanted Xiaoxu to quit.

However, Xiaoxu, seeing him hesitate, just walked straight into the restaurant.

"Brother Xu!" Seeing this, the big guy could only bite the bullet and follow.

Meanwhile.

Zhang Feng was tidying tables and chairs, getting ready for bed.

Shwaa—

The plastic curtain was pushed open.

"Sorry." Zhang Feng glanced at Xiaoxu and the big guy, politely said, "Come back tomorrow. There’s no food left."

"We’re not here for food." Xiaoxu looked Zhang Feng up and down, seeing him in a chef’s uniform, aside from somewhat messy hair, appearing chubby and cute,

"Uncle, is Chef Zhang here?"

Zhang Feng, nearing forty, and Xiaoxu, twenty.

The age difference was very obvious.

Plus, Zhang Feng’s chubby appearance made Xiaoxu think this cute, honest uncle didn’t look like the ’ruthless, four-killings-in-a-swipe’ ’villainous Chef Zhang’.

At the same time.

Zhang Feng heard they were looking for him and looked at them again, "I am."

"You are?" Xiaoxu was obviously taken aback.

"Boss Zhang!" The big guy directly called out and quickly identified himself, "We’re from the Walled City, here to visit."

"Hmm." Zhang Feng nodded, "I know the Walled City, with Uncle Da. So tell me, what’s up?"

Zhang Feng said, putting down the stools on the table, handing them two chairs,

"Sit." Zhang Feng turned to the counter, "What tea for you two?"

"No need, no need!" The big guy quickly waved his hand after sitting down, "We’re visiting late at night, so sorry to disturb."

"Then let’s get to business." Zhang Feng leaned against the counter, turning to look at them, noticing the young one sniffing.

In the undercover world, this was Zhang Feng’s field, and he instantly recognized the guy was on drugs.

Xiaoxu noticed Chef Zhang’s attention on him, quickly rubbed his nose, and said, "Boss Zhang, pardon me."

"It’s okay." Zhang Feng shook his head, "It might not have been voluntary; maybe someone tricked you."

"Oh?" Xiaoxu’s eyes suddenly lit up, "You really know I’m using? You can tell I’m using?"

"Yeah." Zhang Feng, now quite well-known on West Street, knew playing nice didn’t work with these folks, so he didn’t bother hiding,

"I’ve dealt with these people before, I’ve seen it."

"Dealt with them, great!" Xiaoxu was more excited, "Boss Zhang, can you score some?"

"What do you mean?" Zhang Feng looked at him, "You can’t get it yourself? Or is there something else? Speak plainly, no riddles."

"Don’t misunderstand, Boss Zhang!" Xiaoxu pleaded, "What I mean is, do you know those powdered guys? Are they Er Gui’s people or someone else’s?"

"Who’s people?" Zhang Feng sat on the table, "Let me ask you something, you answer, and I’ll tell you."

"Go ahead!" Xiaoxu looked earnestly at Chef Zhang.

Zhang Feng thought for a moment and asked, "Do you know the Flying Knife?"

The Flying Knife, from the non-main storyline.

Zhang Feng had been inquiring around, no news.

But this guy here, from the Walled City, a mix of people, might be well-informed.

"What Flying Knife?" Xiaoxu looked confused, "Is it a weapon?"

"A person." Zhang Feng scrutinized Xiaoxu, feeling his puzzled look didn’t seem fake.

"Don’t know." Xiaoxu shook his head, promising, "I’ll help inquire, but can you tell me where those who deal are from?"

"Border." Zhang Feng casually mentioned it because he didn’t know anyone who dealt here.

But in the undercover world, he was stationed at the border, quite familiar with the area.

After all, the undercover world’s timeline was about ten years, this side was the 90s.

In just over a decade, shouldn’t be much change.

"What the hell? The Outer Triangle?" The big guy was shocked when he heard the border and stood up abruptly.

The Outer Triangle, where Sui Dynasty, Mian Dynasty, Laos intersect.

It’s clear who resides there.

Especially compounded by ’Er Gui’s track record.’

Zhang Feng’s words compelled belief.

’He’s dealing with desperados?’ The big guy was reluctant to interact with Zhang Feng.

But Xiaoxu’s eyes lit up more, "Boss Zhang... are you saying... you know the big shots over there?

I’ve heard theirs is better!

Can you... can you take me there?"

Xiaoxu was slightly obsessed.

But upon hearing his words, Zhang Feng had a sudden thought.

’Are Luo Huo and them there in this world yet?

If not, then the area where King Snake’s nightclub is, what is it now?’

Zhang Feng, seeing ’Flying Knife’ was currently missing, whimsically thought of revisiting ’old places.’

"If you want to go, then pack up." Zhang Feng looked at the two, "Prepare a car, money, guns, and take a trip with me to the border."