Starting from the lifting of human restrictions

Chapter 21
Lao Tan Tea Restaurant.

Six or seven o'clock in the evening was the busiest time of the day. The not-so-spacious storefront on the first floor was packed with a dozen or so tables, and each table was filled with people in twos and threes.

"Jang, thank you. This is your beef brisket claypot."

A man in his 50s, wearing white waiter overalls, walked between the narrow and cramped tables with a plate, serving meals, cleaning up, and was very busy.

In the kitchen inside the tea restaurant, a chef and a helper are cooking and preparing dishes, and their hands and feet can't stop either.

The buzzing old-fashioned air conditioner kept blowing cold air, but it was still difficult to cool down the heat in the restaurant.

jingle--

The glass door of the tea restaurant was pushed open, and a short-haired man with a huge backpack walked in from the door.

Looking around the busy scene in the tea restaurant, I went straight to an empty table table that I couldn't clean up in time. I threw off my backpack and sat down with a peaceful look.

The 50-year-old waiter who had just delivered a table of meals walked up to the short-haired man, glanced at the slightly plain clothes on the man's body, and casually swept aside the plates on the table, and used a A rag wiped it carelessly.

Then he took out a note pad and a ballpoint pen, and asked a little impatiently: "What do you want? Our tea restaurant has a minimum consumption of 40 mosquitoes."

The short-haired man picked up the rag thrown on the table, wiped the table carefully, and said without raising his head, "Tell Jiang Pengyun that someone from Foshan is coming."

"You are--"

The old waiter, who was being a little careless, changed his face instantly when he heard this, put down the notepad in his hand, and looked at the short-haired man up and down, as if he was a little uncertain.

"You're right."

The short-haired man slowly wiped the table clean before raising his head.

"I see."

The waiter who was over fifty didn't say anything else, turned around and went to the counter to make a call.

"Wait--"

Before the waiter left, the short-haired man pointed to the menu posted on the wall, "Your shop's signature beef brisket rice, give me three servings."

After half an hour.

The busy and noisy cafe was already empty, the kitchen was turned off, and the glass door at the entrance was hung with a closed sign.

Only the old waiter with a wrinkled face, standing in front of the counter, silently looked at the only table, the short-haired man eating beef brisket rice in a hurry.

crunch--

Outside the cafeteria door, there was a screeching sound of a vehicle screeching to the brakes.

Soon, the glass door of the tea restaurant was pushed open, and the old man in Tang suit who had been drinking tea on the third floor of the tea restaurant walked in with two tall young men in suits.

slam-la-

After a few people entered the door, the old waiter who had been standing in front of the counter hurriedly ran to the door, pulled down the rolling shutter outside the glass door, and then closed the glass door again before retreating to the counter where he was standing.

"A-wu, why didn't you tell me in advance when you came to Hong Kong Island, and I'll have someone pick you up in Foshan."

The old man in the Tang suit entered the door and saw a short-haired man eating beef brisket rice at the table. With a warm smile on his face, he strode to the table where the other party was.

The short-haired man turned a deaf ear to the arrival of the old man in Tang suit, and waited until the last bite of rice in front of him was finished before wiping his mouth, as if casually saying, "My master passed away half a year ago."

"Uh--"

The old man in Tang suit was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then his face turned a little disappointed and said, "I can't think of my brother, he has been poor all his life, but..."

After saying that, the old man in Tang suit shook his head and seemed to sigh, and then looked at the short-haired man sitting on the seat with a smile on his face again, "A-wu, since you are here on Hong Kong Island, then do things with me, It just so happens that I need a master like you recently, and I guarantee that you will be able to earn money in one year that you could never earn in Foshan in your entire life. In the future, with your participation, we will be united..."

"I don't think you understand."

The short-haired man didn't wait for the old man in Tang suit to finish his words, suddenly stood up and looked at the old man in Tang suit, "I said that my master passed away, and I am now the head of the Heyi Sect. I don't care about the grievances of your previous generation, you come. It doesn't matter whether I was forced to open a fan shop with people or do these harmful deeds for the sake of wealth and wealth, it doesn't matter to me. Since my master didn't clean up the portal back then, I wouldn't do it either. There is only one thing— —"

At the end, the short-haired man's voice became cold, "The word 'unity' is not suitable for you to use. In this world, there is only one door of union."

"Who are you, the Governor of Hong Kong, if you say you don't need it, then you don't need it!"

As soon as the short-haired man finished speaking, a tall young man behind the old man in Tang suit pointed his finger at the short-haired man and shouted with a look of disdain.

call--

The short-haired man standing by the dining table, his figure flashed, he was in front of this tall young man, raised his hand and grabbed it, holding the other's fingers in his hand, and with a click, it was easily broken.

Seeing this, another young man standing next to him hurriedly reached into his jacket pocket and took out a Carl K9 pistol, but before he could raise his gun, the short-haired man still came close to him and grabbed his wrist. With a twist of his hand, his wrist bone was broken, and the pistol fell to the ground.

The old man in Tang suit witnessed this scene, his face was extremely gloomy, his slightly cloudy eyes stared at the short-haired man, and said angrily: "Your master is like this, you are like this, what era is it now. What can you do with martial arts, and still open a martial arts hall? You can have everything if you have money, do you understand?"

The old waiter, who had been standing in front of the counter in the old man in Tang suit, also came to the old man in Tang suit at some point. He also held a pistol in his hand, and the muzzle was pointing at the short-haired man.

"People like you, who have lost even a single kung fu, won't understand."

The short-haired man glanced indifferently at the slouchy figure of the old man in the Tang suit, with deep disdain and contempt in his eyes.

This kind of disdain and contempt is not because the other party has gone underworld and done harm to the world, but more like a betrayal of something sacred in his heart.

"Xiahouwu, what do you want to do when you come to Hong Kong Island? Just for the signboard of 'Unity Gate'? What can you do if you have no money? This is Hong Kong Island, a capitalist society."

The old man in the Tang suit was stimulated by the short-haired man's eyes, and suddenly a surge of anger rose up, as if he had been hit with an inverse scale, and shouted.

With his age, his city, and other people's other things, he would never be so rude.

But the look in Xiahouwu's eyes reminded him of decades ago.

The one who once rode horses to practice boxing under the scorching sun and heavy rain, the one who smuggled to Hong Kong Island, relied on his kung fu and dared to fight and made his way out of the world. To avoid, and later to become a character of oneself.

But I don't know when, the sensual dogs and horses hollowed out their bodies, and the practice of qigong became a distant thing.

Xia Houwu ignored the yelling of the old man in Tang suit, and didn't look at the pistol in the old waiter's hand. He seemed to have no fear of being pointed at by the gun, so he walked back to the dining seat in front of him and picked up the huge He patted his backpack and turned to walk towards the door of the tea restaurant.

Just before going out, he stopped again, tilted his head slightly, with flames hidden in his eyes.

"Fist first, then legs and second capture, the weapons of the inner family are five-in-one. There is no martial arts in the mainland, only Hong Kong Island. I will overturn the martial arts of Hong Kong Island, and I will be the best in the world."

After saying this, Xiahouwu opened the glass door of the tea restaurant, opened the shutter door again, and strode towards the strange night market outside.

"You are an idiot!"

Behind him, there was only the hysterical roar of the old man in Tang suit.

　Thank you for your support, we will add another chapter.By the way, I wish everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival! !It seems time has passed!

　　
　
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