180: Is this really a coincidence?

Originally, Red Bro only wanted to act tough.

He took out a fruit knife and challenged Shen Bei to see if he dared to kill him.

This way, his fearless Aura could completely suppress Shen Bei.

This kind of fierce confrontation was very similar to the Tianjin docks from a century ago.

Some Gangs would often fight fiercely to snatch dock work.

And the way they fought was different from other regions.

In other regions, they would draw knives and hack at each other, not stopping until someone was dead.

But the fierce confrontations in Tianjin involved self-mutilation…

It was a competition to see who was more ruthless to themselves.

If you cut off one finger, I'll cut off two!

If you cut off two, I'll cut off three!

It was all about seeing who couldn't endure and would concede defeat, giving up their territory.

At this moment, Red Bro also had a bit of that fierce fighting spirit.

He originally thought he could scare Shen Bei away.

But unexpectedly, Shen Bei directly stabbed him with the knife.

“Pfft.”

The sound of the blade cutting through fabric instantly made the aggressive Red Bro collapse.

He plopped down on the ground, gripping the knife handle tightly with both hands, his eyes wide, and a warm liquid flowed out from his crotch.

After a while, he realized his neck felt cold.

The fruit knife had gone in and out of his collar, and the chilling sensation gave Red Bro goosebumps all over his neck.

“I thought you really weren't afraid of death.”

Shen Bei looked down at him, a half-smile on his face.

“Kill him for me!”

Realizing he had been toyed with, Red Bro immediately roared hysterically.

A ferocious look flashed across Shen Bei's face: “You're asking for it!”

Just as he was about to exert force with his foot, he heard a man walk down from Fuman Restaurant and say:

“Wow, little Hong, you're so sharp with that knife, I'm really lucky to witness this.”

Red Bro glared fiercely, but after seeing the man's face, his menacing expression instantly crumbled.

“Zhao Long, Brother Zhao~ You're here too.”

Zhao Long?

Who was this again?

Shen Bei also turned his head to look, wanting to see who was stealing his thunder.

He saw a man in his forties, wearing a plaid suit, with thick eyebrows and large eyes, looking quite heroic, but his eyes were bloodshot, as if he hadn't had a good night's sleep in a long time.

Zhao Long walked down and stood beside the two of them.

He looked at Shen Bei with a mix of fear and reverence.

Then he turned to Red Bro, smiled, and nodded: “Haven't seen you in a few years, and you've made a name for yourself. It's truly a case of when the tiger's away, the kittens start to swagger.”

Red Bro wiped a cold sweat and said tremblingly: “No, no, I just started following Wu Jue.”

“Oh, so you've found a strong backing, that's good.”

Zhao Long's expression became more serious and he continued: “It's not easy for a young lady to work, why get so angry? Apologize to the young lady, pay for the tables and chairs, and then leave.”

Red Bro nodded with a fawning smile, his face amiable, and ran to Xiao Cui.

“Sister, I'm sorry, I'm a rough man. Please forgive my rude words and thoughtless actions. I apologize to you.”

Xiao Cui instinctively hid behind Shen Bei, not daring to speak.

“Boss!”

Red Bro pulled out a wad of cash from his pocket, handed it to King Wang, and patted his chest, not caring that his head was still covered in soup: “I'll cover all the losses here.”

Saying that, Red Bro looked at Zhao Long with a flattering expression.

“Brother Zhao, you see~”

Zhao Long waved his hand.

Red Bro, as if granted a great pardon, led his subordinates and left the small restaurant in a hurry.

“Don't let it spoil your mood, keep eating.” Zhao Long greeted Shen Bei with a kind smile.

Crack!

Shen Bei's face was expressionless. He directly grabbed Zhao Long's neck and lifted him up: “Who do you think you are? Is this a place for you to meddle?”

Damn it.

Is this Zhao Long crazy?

He let Red Bro go with just a few words?

Are you the King of Heaven?

“Shen Bei, don't misunderstand, cough cough~~ I'm helping you too!”

Zhao Long's face turned red, his eyes filled with fear.

Zhao Long naturally knew Shen Bei's reputation.

The first time he saw Shen Bei and Red Bro in conflict, he also wanted to use this opportunity to get acquainted.

He didn't expect…

Shen Bei's temper didn't seem very good.

He helped, and then Shen Bei wanted to deal with him?

At this moment, Shen Bei narrowed his eyes: “Helping me? A mere ordinary person says this, is your life very tough?”

“Hey, hey~~”

At this moment, Qi Chuanyu reached out and rescued Zhao Long from Shen Bei's hand.

Zhao Long coughed non-stop, tears streaming down his face, kneeling on the ground, gasping for breath.

Qi Chuanyu pulled Shen Bei aside and whispered: “Zhao Long is a fellow countryman from our Changtu. Although he's an ordinary person, he has a big business in Shen City and knows many people. He's also a leader.”

Shen Bei raised his chin, his tone dissatisfied: “What does that have to do with me?”

“Money makes the world go round!” Qi Chuanyu advised.

“That's not entirely true.”

Zhao Long, having recovered, slowly stood up and straightened his suit. There was no, nor dared to be any, look of annoyance on his face. He continued: “Compared to young Brother Shen Bei, I am far behind. That young Hong was blind, but I truly admire Shen Bei.”

Shen Bei sat grandly in the chair, raising an eyebrow: “Heh, it seems my face has some recognition. Just tell me, if you rashly ruin my plans, you need to give me a valid reason, otherwise, you'll have to bear the consequences!”

“This isn't ruining things.” Zhao Long spoke very quickly: “Wu Jue is no ordinary Martial Artist; he's a genuine Five-Rank! Standing up for a young girl is one thing, but escalating the conflict further isn't worth it.”

The Zha Tian Gang members were startled upon hearing this!

They were quite clear about Shen Bei's capabilities.

Fighting a Fourth-Rank could be a fifty-fifty chance, but a Five-Rank would be difficult.

Qi Chuanyu winked at Shen Bei, signaling him to say less, that a way out was enough.

There was no need to invite trouble.

Shen Bei snorted, what's a Five-Rank? A big deal!

If I can't beat him, can't I run?

However, Zhao Long's words were not without reason.

Standing up for a stranger, a young girl, was enough at this point.

There was no need to make a big fuss.

At this moment, Zhao Long shamelessly squeezed into the dining table and quickly blended in with Du Ziteng and the others.

Shen Bei still had to tidy up the chairs and prepare for the next wave of customers, so he didn't join them.

After being busy for a while.

Shen Bei finally got some rest.

Returning to his seat, he heard them chatting animatedly.

Zhao Long raised his glass, full of smiles: “Heroes emerge from youth, accomplished at a young age! I've heard many legends about the Zha Tian Gang. Seeing you all today, you are indeed extraordinary. This toast is to you all!”

Zhao Long drank heartily, tilting his head back and downing an entire pint of beer.

“Elder brother has an impolite request, I wonder if I should say it or not.” Zhao Long continued, testing the waters.

Du Ziteng put his arm around his shoulder: “Just say it, don't be wishy-washy.”

“Good!”

Zhao Long rubbed his hands, a bit awkward: “It's like this, for people like us in business, we always walk on thin ice. When taking on a project, the first thing the client considers is how many Martial Artists the company has.”

“Not only is a large quantity required, but the quality must also be good.”

“Originally, my company in Shen City had a Five-Rank Martial Artist affiliated with us, known on the streets as Third Master. I paid him a lot of money every month, but recently, this guy has been a bit unreliable, often disappearing and constantly going into the Catacombs, not even afraid of losing both his eyes. This has caused me to lose several projects.”

“Today, young men, I have an idea. How about you affiliate with my company? You don't have to do anything; you just need to go along when we bid for projects, just to make an appearance.”

“I'll give you this much every month.”

Zhao Long spread his five fingers and gestured.

Du Ziteng understood, but felt Zhao Long was a bit insulting, and asked: “Only five thousand?”

“Fifty thousand! And it's fifty thousand per person!” Zhao Long corrected.

“Deal!” Du Ziteng almost jumped up.

Isn't this much better than catching wanted criminals?

The key is, you don't have to do anything!

Qi Chuanyu was also tempted, but still asked: “Although the price is reasonable, we are all Second-Rank Martial Artists, and the Boss is only a Third-Rank. We can't compare to your Five-Rank called Third Master.”

“What kind of talk is that?” Zhao Long tapped the table: “Are you going to stand still? You'll grow, won't you?”

Niu Yanben said “Oh” : “Angel round investment, hey.”

“Exactly.” Zhao Long smiled: “But little Brother Niu Liu, can you change your tone of voice? It's too sarcastic. When you enter society later, it'll be too… right?”

Niu Yanben's face darkened, and he put his hand on the table, about to flip it: “I'll show you a trick, see if my table-flipping move is pretty enough, hey!”

“Rest, rest.” Zhao Long wiped the sweat from his forehead and pressed down on Niu Yanben: “As long as you're awesome, you can talk however you want.”

“That's more like it, hey!”

At this moment, Zhao Long looked at the silent Shen Bei and tentatively asked: “What's your opinion?”

Shen Bei hadn't really listened to anything Zhao Long said, but he caught one blind spot.

When he mentioned Third Master, he seemed to have said: “not even afraid of losing both his eyes.”

Shen Bei didn't know if anyone else had paid attention to that sentence.

But from their faces, which were as red as monkey's butts from drinking, it was clear they were all too drunk to notice the meaning of that sentence.

Shen Bei didn't hesitate for too long. After weighing his options, he asked: “Third Master must be a majestic person, right? We little nobodies can't compare.”

Zhao Long waved his hand: “To put it bluntly, even five Third Masters' appearances wouldn't compare to… I think, they wouldn't compare to little Brother Du Ziteng.”

“Damn it!”

Du Ziteng slapped the table: “So I'm ugly?”

“It's a metaphor, a metaphor, don't get angry.” Zhao Long said with a fawning smile.

Shen Bei shook his head: “I don't believe it. My principle has always been that looks are combat power.”

“Oh, my young brother, you can't say that.”

Zhao Long took a sip of wine, bit into a peanut, and crunched it loudly: “That Third Master is a one-eyed blind man, and isn't his combat power still top-notch? But, this can't be spread, otherwise, I'll be in trouble.”

Shen Bei's heart sank.

Damn it, what a coincidence?

That person in the Catacombs, he actually stumbled upon him like this?