Urban Supreme Medical Saint
Chapter 391 - 388: This cigarette, you have to step on it before it’s good to smoke! (Third update!)_1

Chapter 391: Chapter 388: This cigarette, you have to step on it before it’s good to smoke! (Third update!)_1

Aunt Ming quickly took her husband’s hand away, "What are you doing hitting Feifan? Don’t you know Feifan is not well? Go make his favorite food now! Hurry up! If it’s not delicious, you’ll answer to me!"

Uncle Qin, being famously afraid of his wife, was no different than he was three years before. He quickly scurried off to cook.

Aunt Ming found a spot to sit down and examined Ren Feifan carefully. She found that Ren Feifan was much stronger than he was three years ago. Back then, he was scrawny, probably vulnerable to strong wind, but now he was unrecognizable.

He was muscular and his exposed arms had some definition. From time to time his eyes shone with a sharp glint, and he had become more confident.

His presence had completely transformed.

"Feifan, talk to me, why did you leave without a word for three years? You know I was worried about you," she said.

The more she looked at Ren Feifan, the brighter her eyes became.

He had become a handsome young man, different from the unassuming and self-conscious boy he had been.

Ren Feifan smiled and took a straightforward approach, "Three years ago, I had a head injury, and my memory was blurry. So, I’ve been rehabilitating and am just now recovering. I regained my memory unexpectedly two days ago, so I came to find you first thing."

Upon hearing that Ren Feifan had been injured, Aunt Ming screamed in worry, stood up, touched Ren Feifan’s head, and asked with concern, "Does it hurt now, Feifan?"

Ren Feifan wanted to answer, but a clamor broke out.

A group of young men, decked out in ostentatious gear, were headed their way. Some of them even had sticks in their hands.

Ren Feifan’s brow furrowed, sensing something was off. He was about to stand up, but Aunt Ming pushed him back down.

Aunt Ming knew Ren Feifan well. Wasn’t he beaten black and blue every day three years ago?

The couple knew that Feifan was young and competitive, but lacked strength, so he ended up getting bullied often.

If he stepped forward now, he would likely get beaten up.

"Feifan, I warn you, just sit and eat your noodles nicely. If you stand up, I won’t care about you anymore," Aunt Ming threatened.

With no other option, Ren Feifan could only nod and pretend to eat.

At most, he would intervene when the situation became critical.

As long as he was here, even if the Lord in Heaven himself dared to threaten this couple, he wouldn’t mind pulling him down!

Uncle Qin turned off the stove, wiped his hands with an apron, then took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He walked over with a smile, and when he got to the leader of the gang, who had a flattop haircut, he offered him a cigarette, saying flatteringly,

"Brother Ba, here’s a cigarette for you."

Uncle Qin knew very well that this group was here to collect protection fees.

They used to come once a month, each time draining three thousand from their pockets. Following his policy of staying out of trouble, Uncle Qin only spent some money to keep them at bay. They preferred to take a hit in income rather than deal with such trouble.

After all, they couldn’t afford to provoke these hooligans.

If you dared to resist, they would make sure your business couldn’t operate.

They were just that despotic.

The man leading them, Zhong Tianba, was a subordinate of the Dragon Tiger Security Company’s boss in Capital City.

Despite being called a security company, it was really the Dragon Tiger Gang.

They only did abhorrent things like collecting protection fees from various traders and stalls.

Zhong Tianba was in charge of the North Jinsha Road area.

Years ago, there were many vendors here, and it was even a well-known food street.

But with the involvement of Zhong Tianba, most of the vendors had left one after another over the years.

Now, only their stall remained. If it weren’t for waiting for Ren Feifan, they would have moved a long time ago.

What they couldn’t stand was that Zhong Tianba was now increasing the frequency of his collections to once a week, each time demanding three thousand from them. It added up to over ten thousand a month, which they simply couldn’t afford.

They could only delay as long as they could. If push came to shove, they would have to relocate.

Today, it seemed that this group wouldn’t leave without their money.

Zhong Tianba took a glance at the cigarette Uncle Qin offered him, then slapped it out of his hand, "Screw off! We want money, not a pack of cigarettes. Have you asked the brothers from Dragon Tiger Security Company?"

The men behind Zhong Tianba closed in, looking menacing.

Seeing the cigarettes on the ground, Uncle Qin reflexively reached down to pick them up – after all, they were worth a good few dozen yuan.

But as his hand was about to touch them, a pair of large feet stepped on the cigarettes.

Uncle Qin looked up to see a grin of delight on Zhong Tianba’s face.

"Old Qin, you know, cigarettes need to be crushed to taste good. Got it?"

Veins were bulging in Uncle Qin’s neck, but he didn’t reach for the cigarettes. He just stared coldly at Zhong Tianba.

He had truly had enough of this guy!

Ren Feifan, of course, noticed what was happening. Just as he was about to stand up, Aunt Ming shot him a look and whispered, "Feifan, we can handle this. Just sit down!"

After saying that, Aunt Ming turned to her husband. Seeing his face turn pale, she had no choice but to speak up to Zhong Tianba,

"Well... Brother Ba... As you know, the economy in the Capital City has been sluggish lately. Our stall isn’t doing well. We can’t afford to pay three thousand every week."

Her voice was filled with desperation.

"Can’t afford it? Ha. Don’t think I don’t know that you made a decent amount of money a few years ago. Since you can’t give birth to a child, you might as well take care of us. Ha, ha."

Zhong Tianba laughed cheerfully.

Upon hearing Zhong Tianba’s words, Aunt Ming’s eyebrows furrowed, and she became more irritated.

So what if they couldn’t have children? They still earned money with their own hands, unlike these lazy bums who only knew how to live off others!

Zhong Tianba slowly walked up to her, took a stick from one of his men, and before Aunt Ming could react, slammed it on the table.

All the dishes and chopsticks on the table shattered to pieces.

"I’m asking you again, are you giving the money? If not, don’t do business on my turf. We’ll beat you up every time we see you!"

Zhong Tianba’s threat effectively scared Aunt Ming and Uncle Qin.

"We ... we’re small... small businesses, we ... don’t have that much money..." Aunt Ming managed to stammer out, sounding very weak.

"No money?"

Zhong Tianba’s eyes scanned Aunt Ming up and down.

Although she was in her thirties, she had the figure of a young woman. She had curves in all the right places and still possessed charm. He guessed she must have been quite popular when she was young!

The more Zhong Tianba looked, the more satisfied he felt. A sly gleam appeared in his eyes. He’d never played with a woman her age before, so he laughingly said,

"Since you have no money, why not pay in kind? Hang out with us at the hotel next door for a few days, and we’ll waive this week’s protection fee. What do you say? It’s a win-win, a chance for pleasure and profit!"

"You bastard!"