Stardew Valley Café is very close to Li Industrial Park, just a few minutes’ walk away.
Ye Huan ordered two cups of coffee and was sitting in a booth in the corner, waiting for Su Qingqing.
He was quite puzzled, somewhat unable to understand Su Qingqing anymore.
Hadn’t they broken off the relationship? Why was she calling, saying she wanted to meet?
Ye Huan shook his head, somewhat confused, but didn’t think much about it.
Everything would become clear once Su Qingqing arrived.
Seeing a shirtless, fat man with a large gold chain leading more than ten underlings carrying steel rods into the café, and then walking straight upstairs, Ye Huan frowned.
Isn’t this man the so-called Uncle Ba?
This person left a deep impression on Brother Huan.
He’s particularly perceptive!
If not, when at Li Industrial Park, upon seeing Brother Huan in an instant, he wouldn’t have changed his arrogant attitude and shown such respect to Brother Huan.
From the reactions of the Li Family employees and the Cao father and son, this man must be a well-known big brother figure in the underworld of the Capital City.
If he wasn’t observant and capable, how could he make a name for himself in the Capital City’s notorious scene? Thıs text ıs hosted at 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⁂𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾⁂𝔫𝔢𝔱
Seeing Uncle Ba and his underlings disappear from sight, Ye Huan looked away and sighed.
Ever since Brother Huan returned to Huaxia, there have always been idle people, feeling their faces haven’t been beaten enough, offering their faces for Brother Huan to hit.
One after another, Brother Huan was tired of hitting!
In the past year, it’s estimated that Brother Huan has slapped no fewer than a hundred faces!
Either they were affluent youngsters or bullies, or those so-called white-collar elites.
If they were all like Uncle Ba, a bit perceptive, how could Brother Huan have gotten into so much trouble?
"Sir, your two cappuccinos." Just as Ye Huan was lost in thought, a waiter walked over with a smile holding a tray.
On the tray were two cups of steaming coffee.
"Thank you, just leave them here." Ye Huan withdrew his thoughts, with a subtle hint of coldness in his eyes.
The waiter, following instructions, first placed one coffee in front of Ye Huan.
Then, placed the other cup of coffee across from Ye Huan.
Ye Huan silently switched the two cups’ positions, and sipped from the cup that had originally been placed opposite him.
After sipping, he slightly turned his head, with an amused look on his face.
The waiter’s face drastically changed, quickly withdrawing the hand from beneath the tray.
A sharp cake-cutting knife sliced through the air, reflecting a chilling gleam!
The coffee placed in front of Ye Huan was poisoned!
The waiter didn’t know how Ye Huan had seen this coming.
But fortunately, there was an alternative plan!
The sound of wind breaking rang out, and the dining knife thrust straight towards Ye Huan.
The cold light pierced the air!
"Kid, go to hell!!!" Seeing Ye Huan not moving an inch, the waiter laughed maniacally with a twisted smile.
In the next second, his smile froze instantly.
"Buddy, you’re not very professional."
"After placing the first cup of coffee, you didn’t immediately put down the second cup."
Ye Huan sneered and kicked fiercely: "You tentatively observed me for 0.5 seconds."
With a dull thud, the waiter’s body flew over fifteen meters, crashing heavily against the wall, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood, eyes wide open as a strong sense of crisis rose in his heart, forcing him to flee the scene!
How could Ye Huan let him escape so easily?
With a swift move, another kick!
The waiter was running, got kicked in the back, which made him stagger, and after a few steps, he fell flat to the ground.
Ye Huan stepped on the waiter’s back, then leaned down.
The dining knife rotated rapidly between his fingers.
Then, he suddenly swung the dining knife downwards.
The knife plunged deeply into the oil paint ground just centimeters from the waiter’s head.
The waiter’s whole body trembled, drenched in cold sweat.
A look of intense fear appeared in his eyes, wondering what kind of monster his target was this time, with such formidable strength?
Moreover, the perception was so keen as to notice even a glance!?
"Tell me, who’s your master?" Ye Huan’s eyes flashed with a chill, and the murderous intent enveloped the waiter’s heart.
The waiter’s body trembled, cold sweat pouring from his forehead, yet he tightly clenched his teeth, not daring to speak.
If he dared to reveal who was behind him...
The consequence didn’t even need thinking!
"Trust me, I have ten thousand ways to make you talk." Ye Huan sneered, meanwhile gripping the waiter’s shoulder with his right hand, and applied force!
The sound of bone breaking resounded, and the waiter’s shoulder blade shattered instantly, letting out a pig-like shrill scream that echoed everywhere.
Ye Huan didn’t notice, an incredulous gaze was watching over this side...
"Big Brother, Big Brother, please spare me!!!"
"I...I really can’t..."
There was another "crack."
Ye Huan’s eyes were ice-cold as he crushed the waiter’s other shoulder blade.
"Ah!!!!" The waiter’s scream was even more horrifying.
"I have no time to waste words with you."
"You think you have tough bones, but I don’t mind breaking every bone in your body, one by one."
Ye Huan said coldly, slight pressure on his toe.
Dealing with those trying to kill himself, Brother Huan has never been soft-hearted, this time is no exception.
The clear and audible sound of bones cracking continued unabated.
The waiter’s weeping cries became more horrifying, face full of despair, only feeling the bones in his back breaking inch by inch, pain pushing him towards fainting.
However, Ye Huan controlled the strength well, letting him just about faint from pain, and then releasing his toe, allowing him to recover.
Each time he recovered, a new wave of intense pain hit!
Ye Huan was surprised, this waiter’s bones were harder than Brother Huan imagined.
No choice, Brother Huan had to use the most vicious trick.
The sound of ten wind-breaking motions resounded.
Ten toothpicks penetrated directly through the waiter’s ten fingers.
Ten fingers linked to the heart...
The waiter’s face turned pale like a corpse, devoid of any blood, the pig-like screams enough to shake the heavens and the earth, making the glass of the surrounding buildings vibrate, giving everyone who heard the scream a shiver.
Ye Huan swung his right hand, the bloodstained toothpicks returning to his hand, coldly said: "Talk."
The kind of excruciating pain, the waiter never wanted to experience in this lifetime again.
"It’s...it’s my boss, Boss Gai who sent me!" The waiter grimaced.
Ye Huan searched his memory, finding not a trace of this name.
Just at the right moment, a deep voice came over...
"Boss Gai is a Hall Master under Lord Qi, commanding a hundred elite and fierce warriors, a renowned figure in the West District underworld of the Capital City."