Start With Lifting The Restrictions

Start With Lifting The Restrictions Chapter 21

2021-10-16

Chapter 21 The Madness

Lao Tan Cafe.

At six or seven o'clock in the evening, it is the busiest time of the day. The storefront on the first floor is not very spacious. There are a dozen or so tables packed into it, and each table in small groups is full of people.

"Let Jean, many thanks. This is your beef brisket claypot rice."

A man in his fifties, wearing a white waiter's overalls, was serving a meal The dishes are constantly walking between the narrow and cramped tables, serving meals and cleaning up, and they are very busy.

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

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!'s old-fashioned air-conditioning chiller kept blowing cold air, but it was still difficult to cool down the heat in the restaurant.

Ding bell——

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

After looking around the busy scene in the tea restaurant, he went straight to an empty table that was too late to clean up, threw off his backpack and sat down with a peaceful look.

The plate was swept aside and wiped with a rag.

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

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

"You are—"

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The old waiter, who was being a little careless, changed his face in an instant, 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 lifting the head.

"I see."

The waiter who was over 50 didn't say anything else, turned around and went to the counter to make a phone call.

"Wait-"

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

In 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 watched the only one table, the short-haired man neither fast nor slow eating beef brisket rice.

Crench——

Outside the door of the tea restaurant, there was a screeching sound of a vehicle screeching.

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.

crash-bang ——

After a few people entered the door, the old waiter who had been standing in front of the counter hurried to the door, pulled down the rolling shutter outside the glass door, and then After closing the glass door again, he retreated 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 at Buddha Mountain."

The old man in a Chinese suit came in and saw The short-haired man who was eating beef brisket rice at the table had a warm smile on his face, and 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 the Tang suit, and waited until the last mouthful of rice was finished before wiping his mouth, as if casually saying, "My Master passed away half a year ago."

"Uh—"

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

Having said that, the old man in the Tang suit looked at the head, as if sighed, and then looked at the short-haired man sitting on the seat, a smile appeared on his face again, "Awu, since you are on Hong Kong Island, follow me to do things. Well, I just need an expert like you recently, and I guarantee that you can earn money in a year that you can't earn in your entire life at Buddha Mountain. In the future, with your participation, we will be one..."

"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 my Master passed away, I Now it is the Sect Master of Heyi. I don’t care about the grievances and grievances of your previous generation, whether you came to Hong Kong Island because you were forced to open a fan stall with others, or whether you were greedy for wealth and doing these harmful deeds, it has nothing to do with me. Back then, since my Master didn't clear the portal, I wouldn't do it either. There's only one thing—"

In the end, the short-haired man's voice became cold, "The two 'unity' Words, you are not worthy of use, in this world, there is only one door of unity."

"Who are you, Hong Kong Governor, you don't need it if you don't need it!"

Short hair As soon as the 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.

Whew——

The short-haired man standing by the dining table, body flashed, has reached this tall young man, raised his hand and grabbed the other's fingers in his hand, With a ka-cha, it breaks easily.

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 the gun, the short-haired man still approached him, He grabbed Diao by his wrist, turned his hand and twisted it, the 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. You can do martial arts. What, there is also a martial arts hall? Only money can have everything, do you understand?"

The old waiter who had been standing in front of the counter in the old man in Tang suit did not know when he came to the old man in Tang suit. He also held a pistol in his hand, and the muzzle was pointing at the short-haired man.

"A person like you loses even your kung fu, so you won't understand."

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

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

"Xiahou Wu, 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 things, he would never lose self-control like this.

But Xiahou Wu's eyes reminded him of several decades ago.

The one who once practiced 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 broke out into a piece of Heaven and Earth, the one who was a big group The guy was caught, but he avoided it with his kung fu, and later became a character of himself.

But I don't know when, sensual dogs and horses have hollowed out their bodies, and practicing qigong has become a distant thing.

Xiahou Wu ignored the yelling of the old man in Tang suit, and didn't look at the pistol in the old waiter's hand. He didn't seem to be at all afraid of being pointed at the gun, so he walked back to the front to eat. The seat, picked up the huge backpack patted, turned around to move towards the door of the tea restaurant.

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

"Fist first, then leg and second capture, Inner sect weapons are five-in-one. There is no martial arts in the Mainland anymore, only Hong Kong Island. I will overturn the martial arts of Hong Kong Island, dignified Zhengzhengguang Dacheng one door, do the first under the heavens."

After saying this, Xiahou Wu opened the glass door of the tea restaurant, opened the shutter door, and strode towards the night market of bizarre and motley outside.

"You're an idiot!"

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

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