Fishing the Myriad Heavens

Chapter 153: Good People Die Young

Translator: AstralGhost Editor: Kurisu

Gu Yue had already fainted, and her complexion was as pale as a piece of paper.

"Lin Zihao! Hurry up and call 120!"

Cai Ting shouted tearfully towards the male service staff who was staring dumbly at the side. Lin Zihao seemed like he had been awoken from a dream as he immediately fumbled for his cellphone.

"If anything happens to Gu Yue, I will never let you two off!" Cai Ting turned around and looked at Miao Chuan and the girl with gritted teeth.

"Haha, what\'s that got to do with me? That girl was the one who accidentally bumped into my table. I\'m not even blaming her for spilling all my food!" Not only did Miao Chuan not show any fear or regret, he even started to laugh aloud, as if the whole thing was a mere joke to him.

"What\'s going on outside? Mystic Four, go out and take a look."

Bei Feng\'s five senses were shockingly sensitive. Even though he had intentionally sealed a large portion of his hyper senses, it was still far superior to regular people\'s. As soon as the cries and the din reached his ears, he immediately told Mystic Four to check it out.

In less than a minute, Mystic Four returned. "A service staff had gotten hurt. There\'s a huge wound on her forehead, and it looks pretty serious."

"What?! Please excuse me. I have to go out and see what happened."

Fan Fang Ming stood up abruptly and hurriedly excused himself.

"Boss, should we go out and take a look too?" Mystic Four asked tentatively.

In response to the question, Bei Feng simply picked up another piece of fish and plopped it into his mouth. After chewing for a good moment, he swallowed and answered with another question. "Do you know why good people do not live long?" Without waiting for Mystic Four to answer, he continued, "Because they stick their noses into other people\'s business too much!"

Mystic Four looked blankly back at Bei Feng for a moment before nodding and sitting back down with an honest expression.

Fan Fang Ming rushed into the dining room like a gust of wind. The first thing he noticed was Gu Yue who had already fainted, and Cai Ting who was crying in shock beside her.

"What happened?! Have you called 120 yet?" Fan Fang Ming asked anxiously.

Hearing this, Lin Zihao hurried over and whispered in Fan Fang Ming\'s ear and explained the situation.

"Two customers, what\'s going on here?" Fan Fang Ming suppressed his anger and asked.

"It\'s like this, brother Chuan accidentally used too much strength... "

"Shut up!"

The girl looked extremely scared and apologetic. But before she could finish her words, Miao Chuan snapped at her.

"Geezer, so you are the boss of this restaurant? Aiya, your service here is really too terrible. Wasn\'t it said that everybody would be getting the same food? But take a sniff at this fragrance in the air right now and take a look at this food we have here! Can this stuff even be eaten?"

Miao Chuan\'s tone was like a man who had suffered a lot of injustice. He pointed at Gu Yue who was covered in blood. "As for that service staff, she\'s even more formidable. I only scolded her slightly and she actually ran over and smashed her head onto the table. Tell me, is she not trying to set me up? Since you\'re the boss here, let\'s hear what you plan to do about this situation!"

Fan Fang Ming\'s face grew bright red with rage. Based on the half-finished words of the girl, he already understood that Gu Yue\'s injury was definitely caused by this person! After hearing Miao Chuan\'s words, he could not control his anger. "What do I plan to do? You can save your words for the police!"

Fan Fang Ming pulled out his phone.

"Pa!"

"Bam!"

Miao Chuan\'s hand shot out and slapped the phone out of Fan Fang Ming\'s hand. The cellphone flew out and smashed onto the ground, its screen instantly cracking.

"Hello? Brother Chuan, we\'re here already. Where are you?"

Blacky had also arrived outside of Mountain Delicacies Pavilion at this moment with a bunch of men behind him.

"Bring everyone into the restaurant directly and shut the door!"

Miao Chuan put away his cellphone and glared coldly at Fan Fang Ming who was massaging his wrist. "Refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit. Wouldn\'t everything be fine if you just continued speaking nicely to me like before?"

"You!" Fan Fang Ming pointed speechlessly at Miao Chuan. His aged body trembled slightly as he took a step back.

"Old geezer, don\'t get too angry. I don\'t want you passing out before anything even happened."

Miao Chuan drawled coldly.

"Brother Chuan, I\'m here."

Blacky walked in and stood respectfully behind Miao Chuan.

Blacky was well-aware of the impressive background of this young man before him. He was the eldest son of Mingyu Corporation\'s chairman! Even more crucial was the organization behind Mingyu Corporation—the biggest gang in Fuzhou, Rongli Ji!

Back when the country was steeped in corruption, Rongli Ji had seized the opportunity and perfectly transformed from a bloodthirsty gang into a legitimate company. While their name and business had changed and they had successfully escaped the hands of the law, the men had stayed. They were essentially the same organization, made up of the same people. The only difference was that they were now a security company!

Although they had been operating as a legal security company for over ten years, their influence on the underground society had not diminished much.

"En, go ahead and smash this restaurant apart. Also, don\'t let them mouth off. Just say that the girl accidentally fell down by herself and knocked her head against the table. As for what you can dig out of this restaurant for yourself, that will be up to you," Miao Chuan said as he casually took out a pack of cigarettes and offered one to Blacky.

"Understood. Brothers, tear this restaurant apart for me!" Blacky turned around and commanded.

"Bang"

"Pa!"

"Huala!"

Ten plus stout men picked up their weapons and swung them wantonly, smashing everything they could see.

"Old geezer, you heard what brother Chuan said. If you still wish to live for a few more years and not get buried here today, you know what to say when the police arrive later. Apart from that, take out 50,000 as compensation for our brothers\' hard work. After all, smashing a shop is still a rather laborious affair!

Oh, don\'t think that everything will be fine if you snitch and let the police take us away. At the most, we\'ll just spend a few years behind bars. But do you think the brothers under me outside the prison will let this slide?"

Blacky sneered coldly as he looked at the green-faced Fan Fang Ming. He had never felt so bold and proud before. With Miao Chuan as his backing, he could be said to be walking on clouds.

"Aren\'t you afraid of incurring heaven\'s wrath by doing this?!" Fan Fang Ming was utterly enraged as he watched his life\'s work being smashed by these bunch of thugs.

"Old man, if you have to blame someone, you should blame the fact that you\'re too stubborn and don\'t know how to get along with people. If I want to eat something, wouldn\'t it be fine if you made it for me? What\'s all that nonsense about the ingredients being something that a customer brought? If your restaurant doesn\'t have it, don\'t you know how to buy it from the customer? Tell me, are you guys not stupid?" Miao Xuan lit the cigarette and took a long drag as he said.

\'Oh? Interesting! I didn\'t want to meddle in other people\'s affairs earlier, but who would have thought that I would be implicated anyway!\'

Bei Feng\'s ears twitched lightly and a strange expression appeared on his face. He placed the last piece of meat into his mouth, wiped his lips and walked towards the dining room door.

"Fine, I\'ll admit my fault. I\'ll give you the money too. But can you at least let me send this child out first?!"

As he watched Gu Yue\'s face turning paler and paler, Fan Fang Ming became even more anxious. His voice carried a pleading tone as he looked at Miao Chuan.

"Haha, old geezer, what are you being so anxious for? She\'s not dead yet, is she? Besides, even if she died, it\'s not a big deal. A mere few hundred thousand or a few million dollars of compensation is still something that I can afford."

Miao Chuan shook his head and sneered disdainfully. It seems like the alcohol in his blood was thinning out.

"Bam!"

"AH! My leg\'s broken!"

"Ai! My arm!"

A series of painful cries suddenly sounded out from the corridor, causing everyone in the room to look up with puzzlement.