Peerless Martial Expert in the City
Chapter 317 - 320 Too Familiar

Chapter 317: Chapter 320 Too Familiar

The auntie saw Xiao Yi yield and, seeming afraid of getting embroiled in trouble, quickly paid the bill and dragged the uncle next to her out of the restaurant. When they reached the entrance, she turned back to see Xiao Yi still sitting at the table without leaving after settling the bill. She couldn’t help but shake her head with an expression that seemed to say, "Young man, you really don’t know what’s important," and then she hurried away.

"Boss, I..."

Fatty Tang, seeing Xiao Yi who had just said he was leaving but then didn’t move at all, couldn’t help but show a tinge of guilt on his face. Just now, he had wondered why his boss suddenly became fearful, but now he understood that it was just politeness toward the auntie. Recalling how he had only been concerned with his own pride and had been utterly impolite to the kind-hearted auntie, his face reddened, wanting to say something to Xiao Yi.

"They’re coming..."

But before he could say anything, he heard the door of the private room across being opened and a noisy commotion spilled out. A smile flickered across Xiao Yi’s face.

"Boss, it’s those two kids!"

As the words fell, a group of men with mismatched statures filed out from the private room, some dressed in flashy clothes, some with dyed blonde hair, obviously up to no good. Moreover, each man was holding a long object in his hand; all beaming red-faced, they had clearly had quite a bit to drink.

The drunkard who had his face nearly swollen from the slaps by Fatty Tang led the way, pointing at Xiao Yi and Fatty Tang, and said to a man behind him with golden hair and the look of a Golden Monkey.

"Is it really him?"

From the corner of his eye, Xiao Yi caught sight of the sharp-featured, blonde-haired man among the group, and his expression shifted slightly in surprise. He recognized him in an instant – this Golden Monkey was the thief he had encountered when he first arrived in G City to study at Z University, the thug who was called Lai Shitou, who Brother Fa had gotten to ambush him at the street corner.

Because of his distinctive appearance, Xiao Yi had an especially vivid memory of him, so even after all this time, he recognized him at a glance.

Immediately after, an amused smile appeared on his face; he actually hadn’t expected that the small-time hoodlums he encountered today would turn out to be old acquaintances.

Fatty Tang had only heard that a bunch of guys were coming and hadn’t been scared, but he didn’t expect that the group would all be wielding metal objects. His heart couldn’t help but quiver a bit. However, seeing the smile on Xiao Yi’s face next to him, he immediately calmed down – he had his boss, who was an unparalleled master of their times!

With that assurance, his eyes showed no fear as he coolly shot a disdainful glance toward the group.

"Seven, were you the one smacked by these two guys just now?"

Golden Monkey hadn’t recognized Xiao Yi at the moment; red-faced and more than a little drunk, his eyes followed the direction indicated by the drunkard. Seeing only the somewhat skinny profile of Xiao Yi and the chubby Fatty Tang, he looked surprised.

"Seven, really? Haven’t you always boasted about how tough you are? And you got beat by these two?"

"Exactly, Seven, you’re too pathetic, getting hit by that fatty and that skinny... guy?"

".........."

The other thugs also glanced at Fatty Tang and Xiao Yi, and one by one, sneered as they ribbed the drunkard.

"I... I had a bit too much to drink earlier; things were a bit blurry. Besides, don’t look down on that fatty, he might not seem like much, but he’s pretty skilled. Just now, I fell for his tricks, and that’s how he got me!"

The drunkard’s face reddened, as he sheepishly tried to justify himself to his companions.

"Really? Then I’ll go and see for myself just how good that Fatty Tang’s skills are!"

Laughing, a man looking to be in his early twenties with hair dyed as red as blood—a sight that would scare a ghost at night—picked up a stick and strode quickly towards Fatty Tang.

"Let’s go, Seven. I’ll get revenge for you and break these two guys’ legs!"

Another man, who seemed a bit older and had a face flushed with red, with a somewhat dazed look in his eyes, also excitedly walked towards the table where Xiao Yi and Fatty Tang were sitting.

Compared to the rest, Golden Monkey seemed to be the most sober one in the group. Seeing his subordinates charge at Fatty Tang and Xiao Yi, he feared they might go too far in their drunkenness and cause serious trouble. He quickly shouted a reminder, "Be careful, don’t do something stupid. Just break one of their hands, got it?"

"Don’t worry, Brother Fa, you said one hand, and it’ll be just one hand. We won’t touch another finger on them!"

"Brother Fa, one hand is too light, let’s add a leg as well!"

"......"

The gang babbled on with drunken grins on their faces.

"Shut up! All of you, behave yourselves!"

Brother Fa cursed with a laugh and slowly followed.

"Brother Fa, long time no see. Seems like you’ve recruited quite a few new lackeys. Your prestige is on the rise again!"

Listening to the chaotic racket behind him, Xiao Yi slowly turned around, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth as he looked toward Golden Monkey, aka Brother Fa.

"Snap!"

As Xiao Yi turned around slowly and the words left his mouth at a measured pace, Golden Monkey, Brother Fa, who had been walking triumphantly among the crowd, suddenly turned deathly pale. His legs stiffened, and he could not move a step further. A look of utter panic flashed in his eyes, and the weapon in his hand clattered to the ground.

The slight drunken haze in his head vanished instantly, and his back felt cold and damp.

This voice, he knew all too well!

This face, he knew all too well!

He had been jolted awake more than once from his sleep by nightmares of this man. The shock of their last encounter was too great!

This was the most terrifying man he had ever encountered since he had started his life of crime. Someone who could nonchalantly kick a person around like a soccer ball, with such ease—how could he possibly provoke such a person?

Especially since then, the frequency of nightmares he had about this man shot straight up!(To be continued. If you like this work, you’re welcome to vote for it with a recommendation ticket or a monthly ticket on Qidian. Your support is my greatest motivation.)