Uninvited Guests

The restaurant was filled with a peaceful atmosphere, completely unaware that they were about to welcome a group of uninvited guests!

At the traffic light at the end of the street, a white Toyota Land Cruiser was waiting. There were a total of five people inside. Except for the driver, who was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, the other four were all wearing black short-sleeved shirts, and their exposed arms were covered in tattoos. Judging by their demeanor, it was clear this group were "societal figures."

The four men in the passenger seat and the back row had brightly colored hair. Only the driver had a buzz cut similar to Zhang Han's. His face was angular and somewhat resembled Eddie Peng, exuding a considerable handsomeness. His eyes revealed a sense of composure, and he carried an aura of authority.

Moreover, from the fawning attitude of the people around him, it was evident that the driver was the highest-ranking person among them!

He was Zhao Feng, known in the underworld as "Madman."

"Brother Feng, we're just short of a few small restaurants. Once we collect the management fees today, we'll be done with the job," said the burly man in the passenger seat.

"Mm," Zhao Feng nodded.

"Sigh, collecting management fees is too easy this year. It's not like the old days, where some people didn't want to pay, which made things more interesting. I actually enjoy seeing those cowards grovel and hand over their money. Haha, I hope these last few restaurants give us some excitement. Otherwise, these days are so boring without a good fight!" a young man with yellow hair in the back row said with a pout.

"You, Xiao Huang, only know how to fight all day. If you had Brother Feng's skills, you could show off, but you're skinny as a stick. What the hell can you fight?" another person retorted without mercy.

"Damn it! How many people are as awesome as Brother Feng? If I can't beat someone like Brother Feng, can't I at least beat the small fry? Let me tell you, if any restaurant owner disagrees later, don't you dare snatch them from me," the yellow-haired youth said with a sinister grin.

"Enough."

The red light turned green, and Zhao Feng drove forward, frowning slightly. "Collect the management fees honestly and don't cause any unnecessary trouble. If you want to fight, go fight the Xinyi Society people in Tongluo Bay!"

"Hehehe." The yellow-haired youth grinned and said softly, "How could I have Brother Feng's skills? Last time, you broke the arm of a hall master's son from the Xinyi Society, and that hall master didn't dare seek revenge. If it were me, I'd probably be crippled that very night."

Zhao Feng glanced at him in the rearview mirror and said nothing more.

Two years ago, Zhao Feng came to the southern district of Hong Kong and joined the Yonghe Society. In just two years, Zhao Feng, through his ruthless and decisive methods, became the top enforcer for the society's leader, Tang Zhan. His strength was undeniable.

The Yonghe Society and the Xinyi Society were the famous underground forces in Hong Kong, and they were sworn enemies. The Xinyi Society was the underground giant of the Tongluo Bay area, while the Yonghe Society was the underground giant of the southern district.

Although both were underground forces, the Yonghe Society was more ruthless, excelling in gambling, prostitution, and drugs, and even had a smuggling division.

Zhao Feng, in reality, was a Special Forces Soldier. Due to various reasons, he had committed manslaughter and served two years in prison. Later, official departments found him, gave him a new identity, and restored his freedom.

The price was to join the Yonghe Society, gather evidence of Tang Zhan's various crimes, and then replace him, managing the Yonghe Society properly and keeping gambling, prostitution, and drugs away from the southern district.

In two years, Zhao Feng had collected some evidence, but it wasn't enough to bring Tang Zhan to justice. So, Zhao Feng took a risk and got involved with Tang Zhan's young mistress. Just as he was about to obtain crucial evidence, the woman vanished into thin air, and he was sent by Tang Zhan to New Moon Bay to handle this "rent collection" business.

Zhao Feng vaguely sensed that Tang Zhan might have become suspicious, but with things as they were, Zhao Feng had no turning back. He could only suppress his temper, work diligently for Tang Zhan, and slowly look for an opportunity.

In fact, he disliked going to each shop to collect management fees. This so-called management fee was essentially protection money, one of the Yonghe Society's sources of income.

"This one's been collected, this one's been collected..." The blue-haired man in the passenger seat flipped through a ledger. Suddenly, he pointed to the Sichuan Spicy Restaurant by the roadside and said, "It's this one. Starting from this Sichuan Spicy Restaurant to the six places behind it, none have been collected."

"Let's get out," Zhao Feng said, parking the car directly in front of the Sichuan Spicy Restaurant. The five men got out and walked into the restaurant.

The waitress who had been to Zhang Han's restaurant approached them with a smile. Upon seeing their menacing appearance, her expression tightened, and she felt a sense of fear.

"Call your boss out!" the yellow-haired youth demanded rudely.

"This..." The woman's expression turned bitter, and she said softly, "I'm sorry, our boss isn't here, only the manager is."

"Don't you understand what I'm saying? If he's not here, call him back!" the yellow-haired youth's eyes widened.

His fierce aura made the woman tremble.

"Call your manager over first," Zhao Feng waved at her.

"Okay, okay, please wait a moment." The woman quickly turned and fled.

A few minutes later, the restaurant manager hurried over, his face full of smiles. "Good afternoon, esteemed guests. I am the manager of this establishment. May I know why you..."

"Stop the nonsense. Call your boss and tell him the Yonghe Society is here to collect management fees!" the yellow-haired youth said, frowning.

"Okay, okay, please wait a moment."

The manager's face changed, and he looked at them with fear. He quickly went to the front desk and used the landline to call the boss. While speaking, he nodded. After a few sentences, he hung up and took out two and a half stacks of cash from the drawer.

"Here is twenty-five thousand yuan. The boss said the extra is for you brothers to have some tea," the manager said with a smile.

"Heh!" The yellow-haired man grabbed the money, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. "You know what's good for you."

Normally, for small restaurants like this, the protection fee was twenty thousand a year. Sometimes, if they saw an easily bullied boss, they would demand more and pocket the difference.

The extra five thousand yuan from the Sichuan Spicy Restaurant was seen by them as a sign of them being "sensible."

"Let's go."

Zhao Feng showed no expression. He smiled and nodded at the manager before turning and leading the way inside.

"Mengmeng's Leisure Restaurant? What an interesting name," the yellow-haired youth sneered upon seeing the sign.

"Whoa, look at the notice board. Only three hours of business a day? Damn, two hundred and eighty for egg fried rice, eighty for milk. What the hell, isn't this clearly ripping people off?" the blue-haired man grinned. "Brother Feng, this place sells food so expensively, shouldn't we double our fees?"

"Double what? Two thousand for each place is enough. The Yonghe Society's income doesn't come from this protection money!" Zhao Feng's brow furrowed, and he reprimanded them before leading the way towards the restaurant entrance.

Inside the restaurant, Zhang Han's rendition of "Wedding in My Dream" was nearing its end.

Zhang Han had seen the scene outside and clearly heard their conversation. He channeled his Spiritual Power to his ears, which amplified their hearing several times over.

Listening to the words of the men outside, Zhang Han knew what they were there for.

However, Zhang Han did not stop playing the piano. Liang Mengqi, Yu Qingqing, Zhao Dahu, and Mengmeng were also captivated by the music.

"Where's the boss? Call the boss out!"

Upon entering the restaurant, the yellow-haired youth bellowed as usual.

With that shout, several people were startled. Liang Mengqi frowned, a sharp glint flashed in Yu Qingqing's eyes, and Zhao Dahu, his heart pounding, stepped in front of Yu Qingqing.

Zhang Han's fingers paused on the piano keys, the music fading. "Keep it down," Zhang Han said indifferently.

After speaking, Zhang Han continued to play the last short section of the piano piece. He glanced at Mengmeng, who looked a little scared, and pondered for a moment.

Should he show off his skills in front of Mengmeng this time?

Zhang Han considered it. Since he started cultivating, he had rarely fought or killed. Treasure hunting to enrich his life was the true meaning, but now, in front of Mengmeng, Zhang Han didn't mind making a move to show how strong her dad was.

After playing the final few keys, Zhang Han stood up.

"Who's the boss? Huh? You can't hear me?" the young man with yellow hair shouted arrogantly.

"Daddy, Daddy, I'm scared..." Mengmeng said softly. Judging by her expression, if the man with yellow hair shouted a few more times, Mengmeng would likely be scared to tears.

"Don't be scared, Mengmeng!"

Liang Mengqi couldn't stand it anymore. She strode to Mengmeng's side, shielding her behind her, and glared angrily at the man with yellow hair. "What are you shouting for! Have you no manners?"

This scene made the young man with yellow hair and his companions pause slightly.

"Oh, don't say it, this little lady is quite hot. She's not small either. She'd probably feel good to the touch," the man with blue hair said with a lewd grin.

The others, except for Zhao Feng who was frowning slightly, burst into laughter.

Actually, Zhao Feng strongly disliked the nature of these men, but he had no choice. His current identity was one of them. If he acted upright, it would inevitably arouse suspicion if Tang Zhan heard about it. Therefore, for the past two years, even when his subordinates bullied people, he had basically not intervened, suppressing the kindness in his heart and diligently carrying out his 'assigned duties'!

But at this moment, seeing the adorable Mengmeng about to cry from fear, and seeing the beautiful woman in front of him being subjected to vulgar language, Zhao Feng could no longer suppress the anger in his heart. He was even planning to find an opportunity to properly discipline these subordinates once they returned.

Liang Mengqi's intervention, however, made Zhang Han look at her with new eyes, and he felt a touch of fondness for her.

However, the Little Princess was more important, so Zhang Han immediately picked Mengmeng up and said softly:

"Mengmeng, don't be afraid, Daddy's holding you."

"Daddy, they, they're so scary," Mengmeng felt much safer in her father's arms, but her voice was still very soft.

"They're not scary, they're just putting on a show. Didn't Daddy tell you? What are they? Two words." Zhang Han said with a light chuckle.

"Uh... Ants?" Mengmeng answered after thinking for a moment.