Pressure

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"Yes, they are ants," Zhang Han chuckled, reaching out to playfully pinch Mengmeng's cheek.

"Hehehe... ants." Mengmeng, praised by Zhang Han and looking at his smiling face, felt all her fear disappear. She giggled.

This scene didn't just change the expressions of the guys with dyed hair; even Liang Mengqi was stunned.

She couldn't understand how Zhang Han could be so carefree. These people were clearly thugs. What if they got into a fight and someone got hurt? What if he couldn't cook? What if he couldn't soothe the child? What if he couldn't play the piano anymore? Had he even considered the consequences?

Liang Mengqi felt both annoyed and amused.

Meanwhile, Zhang Han turned to face Zhao Feng and his group, his expression indifferent, but his tone remained gentle when speaking to Mengmeng:

"Ants, Dad can crush them with a finger. Mengmeng, do you want to see Dad beat up the bad guys?"

"What did you say, kid?" The dyed-hair guy's face contorted, and he reached for his waist, where a dagger was tucked.

This movement made the atmosphere turn icy. Yu Qingqing tensed up, appearing ready to intervene.

Seeing this, Mengmeng became scared again, her voice laced with a slight urgency. "I don't want to see, I don't want to see. Mengmeng doesn't want Daddy to fight..."

Mengmeng knew fighting could lead to injuries, and she didn't want her daddy to get hurt anywhere.

"Okay, okay, no fighting. Daddy won't fight, alright? It's fine, it's fine." Zhang Han quickly turned his head and soothed her softly. He then handed Mengmeng over to Liang Mengqi, who was standing to the side. "Hold her for me."

"Oh, okay." Liang Mengqi took Mengmeng and turned away, holding her close so she wouldn't see the bad guys.

Zhang Han walked to the computer counter and opened a drawer, taking out three stacks of cash.

He then strode towards Zhao Feng and his group, his gaze becoming extremely indifferent, a clear look of contempt in his eyes that anyone could see. It was like an emperor looking down at his subjects; if the emperor was angered, the entire clan would be annihilated!

Although Zhang Han's steps were slow, they exerted considerable pressure on the men in front of him!

Even Zhao Feng's expression shifted slightly.

He's skilled!

Zhao Feng's pupils contracted slightly.

"If you want the fee, just be honest," Zhang Han said, placing the money into the dyed-hair youth's hand with a faint smile. "Just because your voice is loud doesn't mean you're powerful. If you dare set foot in here again, your life will no longer be necessary."

Zhang Han's words were spoken plainly, yet they carried a pressure as heavy as a mountain. Apart from Zhao Feng, the others felt this pressure was even stronger than Tang Zhan's.

This was a society governed by law, but they didn't doubt Zhang Han's words at all. They all felt that if the dyed-hair youth truly came to the restaurant again, his life might indeed be forfeit!

Who was he? Why... was he exuding such immense pressure?

The dyed-hair youth, in particular, felt the greatest pressure. At that moment, he even wanted to say, "I understand."

But facing his brothers, he felt ashamed if he didn't react. It was even more embarrassing in front of Zhao Feng. He even felt that if he performed well and caught Zhao Feng's eye, his future development within the gang would be swift and smooth.

So, enduring the overwhelming pressure, the youth, his face red, gritted his teeth and said, "You..."

Just as he was about to speak, suddenly.

"Bang!"

A dull thud, and the dyed-hair youth's face instantly turned from red to pale.

Cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

A large fist was planted firmly on his chest.

This fist didn't belong to Zhang Han; it was Zhao Feng's.

Zhao Feng had used fifty percent of his strength to deliver the punch, causing the dyed-hair youth immense pain, rendering him unable to speak. This also made the expressions of Zhao Feng's other subordinates tighten.

The dull thud indicated that the punch was not light.

Zhao Feng didn't even glance at the dyed-hair youth. His gaze was fixed on Zhang Han, and he said with a slight apology, "Sir, I am truly sorry. I didn't discipline my subordinate properly and frightened your daughter. It is my fault."

"Alright, you've collected the fee, you can leave now."

Zhang Han glanced at him faintly. From Zhao Feng, Zhang Han vaguely sensed a soldier's fighting spirit. After saying this, Zhang Han turned and walked back to Liang Mengqi, took Mengmeng from her, and sat down at a dining table to comfort her, ignoring Zhao Feng and his group.

"Hmm..."

Zhao Feng pondered for a moment, then took a business card from his pocket and walked over, placing it on the dining table. He smiled slightly and said, "Sir, we don't charge fees arbitrarily. There are some local ruffians around here. If they come here to cause trouble, you can call me. This is my business card. Your restaurant is very interesting. I will patronize your business when I have the chance. Goodbye."

After Zhao Feng finished speaking, he led the way out. His words were truthful; while collecting protection fees, they also took responsibility for the restaurant's safety. If anyone caused trouble, their men would arrive at the location to resolve it within five minutes. However, usually, they would leave a company's dedicated number on the business card. This time, Zhao Feng left his personal number.

This was because he felt that the man in front of him was extraordinary, even describable as 'terrifying'!

He even felt in his heart that if he were to fight the owner of this restaurant, he would be the one to lose!

But... he had been one of the top three fighters in the special forces!

And was he... really just a restaurant owner?

Zhao Feng walked out in a slight daze. After leaving the door.

"Brother Feng, why did you hit me just now?" the dyed-hair youth asked, his face slightly pale, looking innocent.

"Bang!"

His answer was a heavy kick. This time, Zhao Feng held nothing back, sending the dyed-hair youth flying more than five meters. He landed on the ground, clutching his abdomen, cold sweat streaming down his face from the pain.

"We collect rent, we don't cause trouble. If you dare do that again, I'll break your legs and throw you out of Hong Kong!" Zhao Feng said, his expression grim and his tone extremely cold.

One sentence was enough to scare the others into silence!

On the streets, no one ever doubted the Madman's words. His nickname was earned in blood; he had never gone back on his harsh threats.

"Y-yes, I understand..." Yellow Hair grimaced in pain, responding with difficulty. He knew that if he didn't, Zhao Feng, given his personality, would likely strike again.

"Next place!" Zhao Feng said coldly, leading the way to the next restaurant.

Yellow Hair was helped up by his two companions and followed quietly behind. After this incident, the next few restaurants would likely receive much more polite treatment.

At Zhang Han's restaurant.

"Mengmeng, didn't I tell you? They're just ants, we don't need to be afraid," Zhang Han said to Mengmeng with a smile.

"But, but they look so scary..." Mengmeng said weakly.

"Exactly! Our Mengmeng is a cute, soft girl, how could she not be afraid of those ugly people?" Liang Mengqi said with a light laugh.

"You're quite brave," Zhang Han glanced at Liang Mengqi and shook his head with a smile.

"Hmph! I'm not afraid of those thugs. Boss, let me tell you, it's a good thing we were here today. Do you know what Qingqing does? Let me tell you, Qingqing is a black belt in Taekwondo!" Liang Mengqi said, tilting her head up with a hint of pride.

"Oh? Is that so? Not bad," Zhang Han looked at Yu Qingqing with a hint of surprise.

"Of course! My Qingqing is amazing," Zhao Dahu said, shaking his head.

"Not really." Yu Qingqing walked over, looking at Zhang Han in surprise. "Boss, your few words scared those people away. I can't compare."

The pressure from just now wasn't just felt by Zhao Feng and the others; Yu Qingqing had also clearly felt that immense pressure.

Liang Mengqi and Zhao Dahu, however, didn't feel much, only that Zhang Han had a strong presence. This kind of pressure is felt more deeply by those with better combat skills, much like how two people from the streets can tell if the other is truly fierce or just putting on a brave front.

"M-my daddy is the most amazing!" Whenever others praised Zhang Han, Mengmeng felt like they were praising her. The pride in her heart was evident on her face, and Zhang Han found it very gratifying.

What father doesn't hope to be seen as a towering figure in their child's eyes!

"Ahem."

Seeing Zhang Han smiling sweetly and in a good mood, Liang Mengqi felt an opportunity had arrived. After clearing her throat, she said, "Um... Boss, can I ask you for a favor?"

"Mm, go ahead."

Zhang Han nodded gently. He had this kind of personality: if someone respected him one foot, he would return ten. Of course, 'respect' had different levels in Zhang Han's eyes. Mere verbal respect was useless, but Liang Mengqi's action of standing in front of Mengmeng was seen as genuine 'respect' by Zhang Han.

Therefore, he would consider her request.

"Boss, can you cook more food next time? Look, Zhao Niangniang can't even eat his fill," Liang Mengqi said, glancing at Zhao Dahu.

Zhao Dahu was slightly stunned, then overjoyed and fawned, "Yes, yes, Brother Boss, I really can't eat my fill."

"If you can't eat your fill, you deserve it!" Yu Qingqing got goosebumps from Zhao Dahu's servile expression and tone. "Scram! Don't be so disgusting!"

"But I really can't eat my fill..." Zhao Dahu said pitifully.

"My rice cooker isn't big, and I cook the maximum amount each time," Zhang Han said, shaking his head slightly.

Liang Mengqi's expression paused at this. She asked hesitantly, "Then, then how about changing to a steamer?"

Zhao Dahu's eyes lit up, and he quickly said, "Yeah, yeah, can we change the pot? I'll pay for the pot, no, I'll buy the pot!"

Mengmeng watched their expressions, finding it amusing. She raised her little hands and cheered, "Change the pot, change the pot..."

Under their gazes, Zhang Han smiled slightly and nodded, "Alright."

"Yay!" Zhao Dahu jumped up happily. He said enthusiastically, "Boss, you go rest. I'll clean up here."

"Mm, just don't make a mess," Zhang Han said, reminding them without caring how they would do it. He then carried Mengmeng upstairs.

"Don't worry, I promise not a speck will be out of place!" Zhao Dahu said with a serious expression, making a military pledge.

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