criminal mentality

Chapter 132 The Poor Man

The two sat down in a restaurant that looked fairly clean, ordered two random dishes, and urged the boss to deliver the food as quickly as possible.

Xu Shi was very hungry, and the smell of rice from the restaurant made their stomachs groan, as if they were protesting the host's mistreatment of them.

Finally, the eagerly awaited two waited for their food, and just as they were about to eat with their disposable chopsticks, the glass door of the restaurant was knocked open from the outside.

A group of social youths dressed in unusual clothes, holding sticks, and dyed yellow hair poured into the store. The leading youth looked older, and a scar from the left eyelid to the right corner of the mouth made him look more sinister. His fierce eyes swept over the few diners in the shop.

Everyone stopped eating and looked at this group of unkind little gangsters in surprise, not understanding why they came to such an unremarkable shop.

The leading young man quickly resolved everyone's doubts. He picked up the iron rod in his hand, knocked the plastic chair closest to him to pieces with one stick, pointed at the diners and said arrogantly: "The wrong has its head, and the debt has its owner." , Today, I, Scar Three, came here for this store. Everyone sitting here has no grievances with me in the past, and I have no vendettas in the near future. Send, I guarantee that my brothers will not touch a single hair of you, but I also advise you guys, there are some people in this restaurant who don’t know how to flatter you, please choose another place for dinner next time, otherwise you will often See me." After speaking, he pointed to the door with his hand: "Everyone, please, don't toast or eat fine wine!"

Except for Wen Mo and Cui Zhijia who sat still, the rest of the diners in the hall ran away in a hurry. Even the people who had finished eating and chatted there didn't even think about paying a few yuan for the meal.

The movement in the hall quickly alarmed the boss who was busy cooking in the back kitchen. When he came out, he saw a group of punks sitting in twos and threes blocking the door, taking up all the tables in the small shop. As soon as the person opened the door and saw this posture, he turned around and left in fright.

The boss obviously knew this group of people too, with an old face turned into a liver color, he walked up to Dao Scar San obediently, and said something kind in a low voice: "Boss Dao, I beg you to show your kindness and give us a few days This is a small business, and the boss you bring all your brothers to the door every day, you don’t even have any business, and you can’t pay your protection fee, please see that I have been honest and responsible for so many years, just give it to me In a few days, I will give you all of my capital and profits. Please, Dao Boss.” The boss, who is over 50 years old, is humbled in front of someone who is enough to be his son, which makes people feel a little sad.

However, Scar Three didn't even look at him, as if a fly was buzzing in his ears just now, but turned his attention to Wen Mo and the two who were sitting still.After looking at the two of them up and down for a moment, Scar Three suddenly smiled, which made the scar on his face even more ferocious, and the words he said were also bloodthirsty and cruel: "Hey, where are these two little bastards? Are you going to challenge me with grandpa? Didn’t I tell you to get out of here? Really want to taste the taste of fine wine?” At the end, the smirk on his face also stopped, and he stared at Wenmo viciously.His idea is very simple. Most women are timid, and they leave after being frightened. After all, although this place is not on the main street of Public Security University, it is not far away.They are civilized people now, and they don't pay attention to fighting and killing.

Cui Zhijia's face did not have the usual gentleness when facing Wen Mo, he was too lazy to talk nonsense with them, and directly took out his police officer's card to play with in his hand, staring at Scar Three without saying a word.

Dao Scar [-] was slightly startled when he saw the ID in Cui Zhijia's hand, and then arrogantly pointed at Sang and scolded Huai: "It's great to eat imperial food? I haven't broken the law. Can you eat here? Can't I? Come on, old man Huang, give it to my brothers first." One person serves a bowl of noodles, let's eat first!" After finishing speaking, he no longer cared about Cui Zhijia and Wen Mo.The police are amazing?They didn't do anything, and they never heard of it breaking the law to sit in a restaurant and not leave.Who can they win?
The boss surnamed Huang heard Dao Scarsan's order, agreed hastily, and went into the kitchen to work.Dao Scar gave him a wink, and his subordinates took out a few decks of poker from their pockets to play enthusiastically, and drove away the guests who came to prepare for dinner from time to time.

The hall was as noisy as a vegetable market, but no matter how noisy it was, it couldn't suppress the fierce quarrels from the back kitchen.

"Cooking for them again? Such a group of scum deserves to eat? Even the swill is wasted after they eat it, down? Down? I'll let you down!" Boom, something in the back kitchen fell to the ground.Then Boss Huang’s voice came: “Well, you little bastard! Eat mine, wear mine, use mine, and come to kill me! The people outside are my ancestors, I can’t help them, I have to pay for it.” Come on, you crippled grandson, I can’t do anything about it? All of you have turned around and want to ride on my neck to shit? I will let you be able to bear it, and I will let you be able to bear it.” A wooden stick hit the cotton wool After the sound of going up, the back kitchen calmed down again.

After a while, Boss Huang came out with a few bowls of steaming hot noodles, with an old face smiling like a chrysanthemum, and gently placed the noodles in front of Daohuangsan table: "Boss Dao, try it, look at the little boss Is my child's craftsmanship still passable?"

Scar San lazily picked up the chopsticks and put them in his mouth, but quickly spat them out, "Bah, Boss Huang, you have no good intentions. Serving such hot noodles is trying to scald me to death." Huh? Humph, I knew you were being polite and scolding me behind your back, brothers, hit me!" Out of the corner of his eyes, he caught sight of the two dead cops looking at him with half-smiles, and took out more than a dozen hundred-dollar bills from his wallet. Big bills, and added: "I will pay you the money first, and our brothers will help you change the furniture! Come on, brothers, you are welcome."

After a burst of crackling, only the place where Wen Mo and the other two were sitting remained intact in the hall.At this time, a young man sitting in a wheelchair rushed out of the back kitchen, quickly turned the wheelchair with one hand, held a bone-chopping knife high in the other, and rushed towards Scar Three.

When the young man was less than two meters away from the scar, he was grabbed by Boss Huang who was standing next to him. Boss Huang, who was at a loss when the gangster smashed the store just now, glared at the young man with murderous anger: "I will not stop until you kill me!" Huh? Give the money well, so there will be nothing left? Why do you have to fight against Dao Boss? Why did I give birth to such a dishonorable thing like you! Kneel down for me!" Then Involuntarily dragging the young man out of the wheelchair, let him kneel and sit at the feet of Scar Three.
(End of this chapter)