The Strongest Dandy in the City-Chapter 356 Just a Third-rate Gang

"Get lost for me, grandpa! Every time I come to Fragrant Mansion to eat, I’m in private room number eight," he fumed. "Eight is my lucky number, and no matter who is dining inside right now, I want them to scram immediately."

"Brother Chang, how about you accommodate us just for tonight? Your entire expense at Fragrant Mansion will be on the house today. After all, someone is already eating inside, and it doesn’t seem right to rush people out so abruptly, right?" freeweɓnovel-cøm

"Are you implying that Chang Yishui can’t afford a meal? Now even a lowly server at Fragrant Mansion dares to challenge me, Chang Yishui? That’s bloody hilarious."

With a loud "Bang!" a male server in his twenties was sent flying through the door of private room number eight, crashing heavily onto the floor. He curled up on the ground, clutching his stomach with both hands, occasionally letting out cries of pain—it was clear he had sustained a heavy blow to the abdomen.

Following the flight of the server into private room number eight, ten men stepped into the room. Leading them was a somewhat handsome young man with hair covering one eye. He scanned the room with an air of arrogance and said, "I’m giving you one minute to clear out of private room number eight, we want to dine here."

Ye Chenfeng couldn’t help but nearly burst into laughter at the audacious statement from the youth not far from him. Those words should be what Ye Chenfeng was saying to them! The world really was full of nuisances, even having a meal couldn’t be peaceful.

Ye Chenfeng casually picked up a piece of beef and put it in his mouth, then lifted his glass to sip on the red wine, completely ignoring the youth’s words as if they were flatulence. This infuriated the overly self-assured young man even more, "Are you deaf? Or do you need my men to throw you out of the room? You’d better kneel down and apologize before I change my mind, and then scram."

"Boss, is someone farting in here? Why does it stink so much? It’s really turning my stomach," Yuan An fanned in front of his nose with his palm, his acting skills quite on point.

"Yuan An, I don’t think it’s a fart; it’s more like someone’s mouth is just too foul," Fang Hui joked. "I wonder if their mouth and backside switched places. Every time they open their mouth it’s like they’re farting, it’s utterly disgusting."

Yuan An and the others were the troublemakers of Leap Troop, based in Capital City. They had strong connections in Capital City—were they supposed to be afraid of a few petty thugs here? That would be laughable if it got out.

The young man couldn’t tolerate such an insult. He exploded with rage, "Do you know who I am? My brother is Chang Wentian, the president of the Fierce Tiger Club, and I am Chang Yishui, the vice president. It’s too late to apologize now, even if you get down on your knees. You’ve really angered me. Each of you is going to leave one hand behind."

"Han Wei, what is the Fierce Tiger Club? Why don’t I have any information about it in the dossier you prepared for me?" Ye Chenfeng asked Han Wei.

After contemplating for a moment, Han Wei answered, "Boss, the Fierce Tiger Club is nothing but a third-rate gang. I didn’t think it was worth collecting information on such an insignificant group."

Third-rate gang? Not worth the effort to gather information?

Chang Yishui almost vomited blood with anger. The Fierce Tiger Club had some reputation in this area, boasting over three hundred members. What Han Wei said was completely accurate; in Capital City, the Fierce Tiger Club was indeed a third-rate gang. But how could Chang Yishui tolerate those words coming from someone else’s mouth?

"What’s going on? What’s happening? Brother Chang, why didn’t you inform me before coming to dine here?" The manager of Fragrant Mansion rushed into private room number eight. Upon seeing Chang Yishui, he immediately lowered his stance. Business owners like him couldn’t afford to provoke such scoundrels, and since the Fierce Tiger Club had some clout around here, annoying them might result in someone smashing up your restaurant at night without any recourse for you.

The server who was earlier kicked into private room number eight by Chang Yishui stood up from the ground and said to the manager, "Manager, private room number eight is already occupied, so I just asked Brother Chang if he could switch to another room. We can waive all of Brother Chang’s fees for today..."

"Slap!" With a crisp sound, the manager of the Xiang Man Lou restaurant directly slapped the waiter across the face, cursing, "Brother Chang wants to eat in private room eight, couldn’t you just arrange it for him? What’s with all the fuss? You’re a real idiot."

"Brother Chang, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, it’s our waiter here who was ignorant. Please forgive us. I’ll have him pack up and leave right away," the manager of Xiang Man Lou kept apologizing to Chang Yishui.

The reason why the waiter asked Chang Yishui if he could move to another private room was that he saw that Han Wei and his group had arrived in luxury cars, clearly not ordinary people. Hence, the waiter gritted his teeth and tried to see if he could get Chang Yishui to switch to another room, obviously, the manager of Xiang Man Lou was unaware of the situation.

"I think you guys have almost finished eating, right? You can pay the bill and leave." The manager of Xiang Man Lou regained his managerial pose when facing Ye Chenfeng and the others.

"Does your Xiang Man Lou also set a time limit for eating? Even if they stay here until your shop closes, that should be fine, right!" Ye Chenfeng had no fondness for such snobbishness; on the contrary, he was very impressed with the waiter whom the manager had slapped.

"Today’s matter can’t be simplified to them just willingly giving up their private room for me. I don’t want to cause a scene in Xiang Man Lou, but if they’re willing to kneel and apologize to me, I might let it slide. If they don’t want to apologize properly, I’m afraid I’ll have to use my methods to make each of them leave behind one of their hands," Chang Yishui arrogantly said, not realizing he was playing with fire.

As soon as the manager of Xiang Man Lou heard that Chang Yishui was going to get physical, he panicked. If Chang Yishui and his group really went through with it, the restaurant’s business might as well end for the day. The manager quickly pointed at Ye Chenfeng and said, "Kneel down and apologize to Brother Chang right now! Brother Chang is not someone you riff-raff can afford to offend."

"What the hell are you?" Han Wei, the most hot-tempered one, stood up from his chair and kicked the manager in the stomach, "Thud!" the manager doubled over, clutching his belly and involuntarily bending his knees, falling to the ground with his face turning red and veins popping on his forehead.

"Han Wei, how could you strike first? I’ve been wanting to bash this bastard for so long, and now you’ve beaten me to it. That’s really not cool of you," Brother Hu also stood up, voicing his bitterness to Han Wei.

Seeing that Ye Chenfeng and his group had actually hit the manager of Xiang Man Lou, Chang Yishui knew that today’s affair had to be solved with violence, so he sneered, "You’ve made your choice. Soon, I’ll let you know that I, Chang Yishui, and our Fierce Tiger Club are not to be trifled with."

"Han Wei, don’t you dare fight me for this one, leave these guys to me! Otherwise, I’m really going to burst," Brother Hu said, striding toward Chang Yishui and his men.

"Han Wei, let Little Hu handle this. Let’s sit down and continue our meal," Ye Chenfeng spoke up.

Hearing Ye Chenfeng’s words, Chang Yishui felt a surge of anger welling up, almost wanting to curse out loud. Did they really think all his men were just for show? The rage inside him flared up violently.

"Let’s see how long you can keep smug. Attack them, and don’t hold back," Chang Yishui commanded.

Chang Yishui’s nine men charged at Brother Hu, "Bang, bang, bang, bang—" Ten minutes later, all of Chang Yishui’s men were lying on the ground, while Brother Hu had an unsatisfied look on his face, saying, "Boring, this is just too boring. Get up, I’m not done yet!"

The nine men lying on the ground didn’t dare to get up. Even if they could stand, they would definitely pretend to be dead, because getting up would just be looking for more abuse, and they were not masochists! (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, welcome to visit qidian.com to vote for recommendation tickets, monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)