There must be something wrong with me

A rather unconventional meeting began as a few underlings cleaned up corpses.

Zhang Feng, still smiling like a Buddha, sat inconspicuously aside.

But many people occasionally sneaked glances at him.

During this time, no one spoke for the Left Guardian, nor for Fei Dao.

Because no one wants to offend a ’monster’ for no reason.

Nor do they want to be sleeping at home someday when ’Monster Zhang’ punches through the front door and kills them at home.

’Now I know why Uncle respects Chef Zhang so much. Turns out Chef Zhang isn’t a "person"...’

They looked intermittently at Zhang Feng, then at the body of Fei Dao being dragged away.

"Don’t spill blood everywhere." Mantis Finch directed the underlings, while outside the hall, a dozen newly arrived Kowloon Walled City brothers stood by.

Their waists were bulging with guns.

It was Big Uncle who sent Gangzi to call them, to prevent any potential chaos.

But as things stand, the big shots aren’t foolish and won’t offend Zhang Feng over a Left Guardian.

Unknowingly, half an hour passed.

The group’s minds were elsewhere, and the meeting ended hastily.

Just before it adjourned.

Many eyes watched intentionally.

Zhang Feng approached the Left Guardian, who didn’t dare to speak all along.

"Boss Zhang..." The Left Guardian’s voice trembled, and he did not dare to lift his head.

The other leaders looked at each other without a word.

"Everyone keeps the rules on the river..." Zhang Feng looked at the Left Guardian, "So I’ll be reasonable.

Earlier, I had already said, Fei Dao is mine, and everyone nodded."

Zhang Feng looked at the crowd, "Can all the leaders recall this, right?"

"Yes." The head of an old gang spoke first, "A year or so ago at that meeting, Boss Zhang mentioned Fei Dao, and many of us nodded."

The head looked at the crowd, "Isn’t that right? Brother Sun, Onion Head? I wasn’t sure about others, but you two were beside me, I saw."

"It happened."

"Yes, more than half voted then."

Brother Sun and Onion Head confirmed one after another.

"I also voted." More leaders spoke out, casting kind smiles at Zhang Feng.

"Good." Zhang Feng nodded slightly, returning the courtesy, and continued, "The Left Guardian broke the rules, and today brought Fei Dao here.

So collecting Fei Dao today is in line with the rules, right?"

After Zhang Feng said this.

The crowd hesitated for a moment.

Because, in a broad sense, Zhang Feng seemed to disrupt the peace of the meeting.

But in the end, it still counts as compliant.

After all, the meeting had a ’deal with traitors’ clause, witnessed by the big shots.

It’s just that Zhang Feng took direct action, without a word.

But it worked.

"Compliant."

"Uh... yeah..."

"Boss Zhang acts swiftly! Compliant!"

They nodded again, still being very face-saving.

"Boss Zhang... I was wrong..." The Left Guardian, seeing the wallfalling reaction, didn’t dare to say anything else but knelt in pleading.

Zhang Feng glanced at him, then looked at the crowd, "Has there ever been a precedent for executing a leader at a meeting?"

"Yes!"

At this moment, the Right Guardian of He Xing Bang was the first to answer loudly.

Everyone knows Sima Zhao’s intentions.

"You..." The Left Guardian glared, and at this moment, his hatred for the Right Guardian far exceeded his fear of Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng, seeing his gaze of shifted hatred, followed his stare to the Right Guardian,

"I shouldn’t interfere with your family matters, but I do things cautiously and I fear cold, fearing post-season revenge."

Thud!

Zhang Feng, without any warning, side-kicked, striking the Left Guardian’s chest.

Crack—

His chest caved in, his body flew several meters and landed motionless before the Right Guardian.

The Right Guardian, seeing the twisted body of the Left Guardian, didn’t dare to speak a word either.

After the fight.

Zhang Feng clasped his fists to the shocked crowd.

"Fei Dao’s matter is settled, thank you all, bosses, for witnessing today."

With that said, Zhang Feng left the meeting hall.

...

Fei Dao died, and so did the Left Guardian.

But no one avenged them.

Because the Right Guardian organized forces that day to start consolidating and purging the Left Guardian’s underlings.

These nights, the river was turbulent.

But West Street remained calm as ever.

Zhang Feng just liked this tranquility and continued to train in martial arts.

Yet, precisely because he killed the Left Guardian at the meeting, in the following half year, whenever there was a festival, many bosses would visit West Street to bring gifts to Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng accepted them all with gratitude.

...

In a blink, more than half a year passed.

Until the main storyline was completed and the return was possible.

This morning.

Kowloon Walled City.

Zhang Feng took special care to dress up his hair today and went to Big Uncle’s small house.

Just entering the front yard.

Zhang Feng saw Xiaoxu.

"Boss Zhang!" Xiaoxu now sported a mustache, and had fully kicked his habit, looking much more spirited.

"The boss is here?" The stout guy was indeed big, having grown even taller over the three years, over six feet, looking quite intimidating.

Yet, he was only twenty, still in his junior college year.

"Good, all grown up now." Zhang Feng patted both on the shoulders, then noticed the brooms in their hands, "Continue sweeping, make the yard clean, we’ll set up a big table later."

"Alright!" Xiaoxu and the big guy obediently began cleaning up again.

"Brother Zhang, the meal’s not ready yet." From the direction of the kitchen, Big Uncle, hearing the noise in the front yard, came out with an apron.

Mantis Finch followed behind him, covered in flour.

"Brother! Your favorite beef buns are in the making." Mantis Finch patted the flour off him, splattering it all over Big Uncle.

Big Uncle glared at him.

Mantis Finch carelessly continued, "Heard from brother yesterday, everyone’s gathering for a meal today.

So, I thought, we can’t eat brother’s cooking every day, so Uncle, Gangzi, and I discussed, today we’ll showcase our skills for brother to see."

"Mantis! Where did you run off to while kneading dough?"

Just then, Gangzi, with a face full of flour, stormed out, swift-footed.

Then, he saw Zhang Feng, smiling in the courtyard.

"Brother, you arrived this early?"

His face of anger instantly turned into a smile, looking at his hands, then back at the kitchen,

"Dough’s not done yet, vegetables aren’t cooked, you’re early."

"Forget it." Zhang Feng shook his head, rolling up his sleeves, "All out of the kitchen, get on with making tea, setting tables, and once done, relax and wait to eat.

Relying on you all, forget about noon, even for dinner, it would be hard to get a hot dish."

Beep beep—

At this moment, there was a horn sound from the entrance.

Ah Hang led a few underlings in, and said to Zhang Feng, who still hadn’t entered the kitchen, "Boss, is the meal ready? Did we come late?

Or... have you already eaten?"

"Today, the restaurant specially closed." The restaurant owner followed in, holding the best cigarette from the shop, still Marlboro, "You didn’t eat already, right? Did I close in vain?"

"No, you all came just right." Zhang Feng looked at the person behind Ah Hang, "Hey, the one who helped grandma with pancakes."

"Me?" The cooking underling pointed to himself.

"Yes." Zhang Feng beckoned, "That’s right, come, lend a hand with the dough."

...

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