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Chapter 592 - 573: Playing a Prank

Chapter 592: Chapter 573: Playing a Prank

He found a small restaurant, walked in, ordered a few hot dishes, and then asked for two beers. The food and drinks were served quickly. Just as Ye Chen was about to start eating, a group of thuggish-looking guys came in, carrying steel pipes, chains, and other weapons tailored for fighting.

"Shit, those sons of bitches on the dock think they can compete with us!" The leader was a tall and burly guy. He spat on the floor, then clenched his teeth and said, "With their lousy skills, I’ll soften them up sooner or later!"

"Right, the Heavenly Reversal Gang has relaxed a lot recently. If we grow stronger, Jianghuai City will be ours in the future!" The yellow-haired kid immediately added.

The group sat down in the restaurant. They began to order dishes wildly, filling an entire table, which looked like too much for the six or seven little brothers to eat, plus they ordered two cases of beer. The owner watched them with a bit of fear. Would this group even pay after eating? That was the question!

Ye Chen gave a meaningful glance and then stared at the bunch. Just after they finished ordering, and the owner turned to head to the kitchen, Ye Chen immediately followed.

"What... what are you doing?" The owner was startled.

"Don’t be nervous, I’m here to help you!" Ye Chen said with a light smile.

"You... help me with what?" The owner looked at Ye Chen, astonished.

"Don’t worry, I won’t harm you!" Ye Chen reassured him with a light smile, then took out hundreds of dollars and stuffed it into his hand, saying, "This is their meal money I’m paying in advance. Feel better now?"

"Hehe, relieved!" The owner nodded.

"Let’s go, get their dishes ready!" Ye Chen grinned, and the owner was very surprised. Why was this young man so generous? Not only was he paying for others’ meals, but he was also helping to prepare the food? This left the owner somewhat taken aback. Ye Chen sauntered into the kitchen and then laughed, "Do you have all the dishes they ordered?"

"We’ve got them all!" The owner nodded hurriedly, as the kitchen staff curiously watched Ye Chen.

"Bring out all the expired food from the kitchen, the rotten stuff, the stuff with bacteria!" Ye Chen waved his hand.

The chefs looked at the owner curiously, who quickly shook his head, saying, "Sir, we run a legitimate business here, with a small clean every day and a thorough one every three days. Where would expired and spoiled food come from?"

"Really, none at all?" Ye Chen smirked and said, "Don’t worry, I’m not from the Bureau of Industry and Commerce, nor the Health Bureau. Just bring it out with confidence. Those guys at the door are a bunch of freeloaders. If they aren’t dealt with properly, I reckon they’ll come back to eat here again. I’m paying this time, but who will pay next time?"

The owner’s eyes darted around, seeming to realize there was some sense to Ye Chen’s words. He quickly pulled out a piece of pork that had turned black, saying, "This pork is from the day before yesterday, it’s gone bad because I forgot to put it in the fridge, it’s now rotten and probably can’t be eaten—I was just about to dispose of it!"

"Anything else?" Ye Chen quickly asked.

"Here’s a moldy chicken drumstick!"

"I’ve got spoiled beef here, it’s gone so bad it’s got maggots!"

Those chefs were badass, each pulling out heaps of spoiled food from every nook and cranny. Ye Chen looked at the pile of spoiled food on the table, his face turning an iron shade of green. He muttered, "Shit, I hope the spicy pork I just had wasn’t from this meat?"

"No, no!" The owner immediately shook his head and said, "We dispose of the spoiled stuff regularly; how could we possibly use them for cooking?"

"Damn, I feel like my stomach’s not right!" Under the effect of his imagination, Ye Chen felt a pain in his stomach. Shit, I’d rather die than come back here to eat.

Enduring the pain in his stomach, he began to cook. The stinking pork, the maggot-infested beef, the chicken legs soaked with spoilage juice, all covered with a viscous, nauseating liquid. Ye Chen quickly put on a face mask and then started working with these ingredients.

"Sir, this food stinks, they might notice when eating it, won’t they?" The owner and chefs gathered around, and as one chef expressed his concern, Ye Chen smirked, "They’re drinking now, and by the time the dishes are served, they’ll have drunk enough to be a bit tipsy, so they won’t notice a thing!"

Afterward, Ye Chen tossed all the food into the pan and stir-fried it up, with a chef hurriedly helping on the side, adding gutter oil, Sudan red, and throwing in industrial salt—the spoiled and illegal condiments were used as if they were free.

Due to the excessive seasonings, the dishes naturally smelled great, but definitively were inedible.

Then, one by one, the dishes were served to their table. They seemed quite satisfied with the meal, but Ye Chen, in the back kitchen, was tired as a dog. Fortunately, the chefs helped out, or if Ye Chen had to prepare dozens of dishes on his own, he would have surely dropped dead from the effort.

After over an hour of struggle, Ye Chen only felt sore all over. More than twenty dishes were all prepared with spoiled and expired food, even the vegetables were cooked with gutter oil and industrial salt—let them eat to death for all he cared.

Ye Chen came out of the kitchen, and those guys had already had their fill. However, they hadn’t started to react yet—they were just there guzzling alcohol nonstop.

Ye Chen cooked himself two clean dishes and sat down to eat again.

Soon, the group of men were ready to leave. The boss immediately chased after them, saying, "You haven’t paid yet!"

Clang!

The tall and brawny leader, wielding a steel pipe, slammed it down on the table ferociously, almost splitting it in half. He then glared at the boss and said, "Are you looking for death, daring to ask me for money? Are you sick of living?"

The boss was so frightened that he was staring blankly, and his entire body was so scared that he fell to the ground. He was already nowhere near as imposing as the men were in stature, let alone in aura. So, all the boss could do was lie on the ground and watch them leave.

"How about that, didn’t I say they came to dine and dash?" Ye Chen laughed and then helped the boss up from the ground.

"Sigh, fortunately, I didn’t use good ingredients. Serves them right if they get food poisoning!" The boss said with a huff, watching them go.

"Alright, I’m leaving too!" Ye Chen waved his hand and the boss respectfully escorted him to the door.

Ye Chen followed them, and those guys walked on laughing and joking from Xin Hai Apartment’s neighboring restaurant toward University City. Eventually, as they approached a busy intersection, they suddenly felt something was amiss.

Gurgle, gurgle...

The tall and brawny leader’s digestive system was a bit faster, so with a gurgling noise in his stomach and feeling that something was wrong, he clutched his stomach and said, "Shit, I need to take a dump, but there’s no toilet around. What should we do?"

"Big brother, my stomach doesn’t feel good either..." the yellow-haired kid immediately said.

"Motherfucker, could it be because of the meal we just had?" The tall and strapping leader was taken aback.

"Maybe it’s the barbecue we ate earlier!" A little brother in suspenders and jeans quickly added his own guess. Ye Chen was following behind, watching them bite their teeth, faces covered in sweat, looking for a bathroom. It seemed they were about to be killed by a bout of diarrhea.

"Shit, no matter what the problem is, let’s find a place to shit first!" The tall and robust leader was getting impatient.

"Big brother, there are no toilets here!" The little brother was frustrated as one after another, their stomachs began to feel uncomfortable.

Damn it, they were now in the bustling part of Jianghuai City, surrounded by high-rise buildings; where could they find a toilet? To run to a mall bathroom would be too far, and they feared the more they ran, the worse it would get. They might have a catastrophic explosion halfway there, and that would be the end of it—not only would they ruin a pair of pants, but they’d also be done for socially.

Before long, the leader couldn’t take it anymore. He gritted his teeth and said, "Bros, cover for me; I can’t hold it any longer!"

Then, the guy rushed into the median strip in the middle of the road, unbuttoned his trousers without even squatting down, and a thunderous noise like a clear sky thunderclap came out, startling everyone around.

"What’s that sound? It’s terrifying!"

"It sounds... it sounds like thunder!"

People discussed it amongst themselves, with the tall and brawny leader crouching in the median strip. Because he was quite tall, only part of his head was visible. Ye Chen watched the guy from a distance, who looked even more pleased than when he was with a woman. He closed his eyes and swayed his head leisurely, looking utterly at ease.

"Big brother, we can’t hold it either!" The five or six little brothers covered their rears and then dashed into the median strip. The area of the median strip was only so large; it might go unnoticed if only one person sneaked in, but suddenly when five or six people all crawled inside...

One after another, thunderous sounds came out.

"Oh my god, they’re shitting in there!"

"Ew, no way?! That’s so uncivilized!"

The passersby finally realized something was wrong and saw several guys crouching in the median strip, each taking a dump, and hurriedly covered their noses to flee. Because the stench emanating from inside the median strip was exceptionally foul. Even several city management officers on the opposite side of the road were chased away by the smell.

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