Extraordinary Soldier King in the City
Chapter 110 I Decided

Chapter 110: Chapter 110 I Decided

"Wait till you’ve tried it and you’ll know!" Chen Feng said with a smile.

Soon after, the owner brought two steaming plates of chicken and bamboo shoot dumplings to their table.

A fragrant aroma wafted over, prompting the already hungry Liu Feifei’s appetite to surge, and without regard for anything else, she picked up her chopsticks and couldn’t resist tasting them.

With the first dumpling in her mouth, Liu Feifei’s face displayed a look of ecstasy.

Because these dumplings were really delicious.

She, who was accustomed to all kinds of exquisite delicacies, had never tasted such delicious dumplings.

She felt that these dumplings were a hundred times tastier than all those extravagant wild and sea flavors.

Watching Liu Feifei who had fully entered foodie mode, Chen Feng shook his head and smiled, then pushed the plate of dumplings in front of him towards her.

Liu Feifei certainly didn’t hold back, with such delicious food before her, she forgot about maintaining her usual ladylike image.

The two plates of dumplings were quickly polished off, and Liu Feifei’s face showed a look of satisfaction.

"How about it, was I wrong?" Chen Feng asked with a grin.

"It’s so delicious, you have to take me here again!" Liu Feifei licked her lips, still longing for more.

"Of course!" Chen Feng laughed and nodded, and then he was about to call the owner over to settle the bill.

Just then, the glass door of the dumpling shop was pushed open again.

Immediately afterward, four flashy-dressed, wild-haired hooligans entered the shop.

"Where’s the boss? Get the hell out here!" The leader of the hooligans shouted as soon as he entered.

The owner, busy in the kitchen, hurried out and cautiously approached the leader, saying with a smile, "Bro Dong, what brings you here?"

"Hehe, why I’m here, don’t you have a clue in your heart?" The leader slapped the dumpling shop owner’s face and sneered.

"Bro Dong, the thing is, my family is really in urgent need of money right now. Could you please give me a few more days? Just after these few days, I will definitely move out!" the dumpling shop owner pleaded.

"Give you a few more days? Who the hell do you think you are! Last week you told me you needed a few more days, and because it’s not easy for you, dragging your family along, I waited another week for you. And now you’re still telling me this? Do you really want me to smash both you and your shop to pieces?"

The leader gave the dumpling shop owner a disdainful look and spoke arrogantly.

"But I just paid the landlord half a year’s rent, you can’t expect me to move out just after these two weeks, then I’m really going to starve, Bro Dong, please, let me work a few more days!" the dumpling shop owner begged again.

"How much you paid the landlord is none of my damn business. This street is about to be demolished, and I’m here today to give you the final notice! Close your shop right now, this instant, and get lost, or else we’ll help you smash it!"

The leader gave the dumpling shop owner a scornful look and said mercilessly.

"Bro Dong, I beg you! Let me finish today, or just this morning, and I’ll move out immediately in the afternoon!" The dumpling shop owner dropped to his knees, pleading desperately.

"Hey, fuck, now you’re really asking for it, aren’t you? Still want to keep working half a day, why don’t you say you want another half a year? You’re not moving out now, is that right? Fine, I’ll help you move!"

After saying that, the leader turned back and looked at the three hooligans he brought with him, and scoffed, "What are you waiting for? Smash it!"

"You got it!"

The three hooligans, already eager to wreak havoc, didn’t say another word and began to smash the place with tables and chairs.

"Stop smashing, I beg you, stop!"

The owner of the dumpling restaurant hurried forward to stop the three men, pleading.

"Fuck your mother!"

One of the thugs lifted his foot and directly kicked the dumpling restaurant owner to the ground, then swung a stool and was about to smash it down on the owner.

Seeing this, the owner of the dumpling restaurant was frightened and quickly closed his eyes, protecting his head with his hands.

However, two seconds passed, and he didn’t feel any pain.

This made him somewhat puzzled, so he hurriedly opened his eyes to look.

He saw that the stool about to smash down on him was now firmly gripped by a strong and powerful hand, unable to fall.

The owner of that hand was none other than Chen Feng.

"Enough is enough!" Chen Feng looked at the thug with cold eyes and spoke indifferently.

"Kid, mind your own business. Let go now, or I’ll beat you up too; believe it or not?" the thug glared at Chen Feng fiercely and shouted angrily.

Chen Feng, upon hearing this, gave a chilling look and lifted his foot, kicking directly at the thug.

"Ow!"

A scream was heard as the thug was sent flying with a hold on his abdomen, crashing into a table with such force that it collapsed, leaving him half-dead.

Chen Feng coldly glanced at the thug, who was now beaten half to death, and said indifferently, "I don’t believe it!"

This scene completely dumbfounded the leading thug and the other two who were still smashing things.

What the hell, a demon? Kicked flying with one kick?

Their hearts were filled with shock.

"Brother, this is our private matter. Please do not intervene," the leading thug took a deep breath, trying to make his tone more polite as he looked at Chen Feng and spoke.

As the saying goes, a wise man knows better than to fight when the odds are against him.

The reason he had risen to be a leader was that he had some discernment.

Just from Chen Feng’s kick alone, he felt that even if they all went at him, they might not be a match for Chen Feng, so it was better to be polite.

"Private matter? Private matters justify beating people? Private matters justify smashing up the place? Huh?" Chen Feng asked coldly, his face turning extremely icy.

He had eaten here many times, and the dumplings always reminded him of the taste of home; to say there was no sentiment would be a lie.

But now, these thugs dared to smash up the place and beat the owner, something he could not tolerate.

"We had no choice; this guy kept refusing to leave, and we had to do this. Please be sensible, brother, and don’t meddle in our affairs, or it won’t be good for you!" the leading thug advised, his tone mixed with a hint of threat.

"Oh? Are you threatening me?" Chen Feng asked with a cold smile.

"Brother, you misunderstand. I just want you to know, some things are beyond your control, and it’s better not to overestimate your abilities," said the leading thug.

"Well, I’m terribly sorry, but I’ve decided to get involved in this matter!" Chen Feng replied with a curl of his lip, his tone filled with dominance.