Chef He froze.
He hadn't expected Zheng Xiu's first words to be a reprimand.
Zheng Xiu pointed at the surrounding wreckage. "Is this 'the street'?"
Chef He shook his head blankly. Of course it wasn't.
"Well then, that settles it." Zheng Xiu bent down and picked up an overturned stool. In front of everyone, he dusted it off and slowly sat down.
"This is my territory. When someone causes trouble on my territory, what are the consequences?"
This time, even Qing Shisan was puzzled.
'What consequences?'
He didn't know either.
It had been many years since anyone had dared cause trouble on Zheng Xiu's turf.
'What happened to the last person who caused trouble here?'
Qing Shisan stroked his chin in thought. 'His grave is probably sprouting spirit mushrooms by now, right?'
Zheng Xiu wondered why no one was answering. Seeing the looks on their faces, he realized they genuinely couldn't recall. So, with a grand wave of his hand, he gave them the answer himself: "Beat him!"
