Hong Kong film: People in Wo Luen Shing, summoning the King of Fighters.

Hadid, Weiss, and Yamazaki Ryuji all said they would listen to him, while Daimon Goro suggested going for mutton soup. Chen Jialuo disregarded Daimon Goro's suggestion and chose to go for mutton soup instead. The place they went to was the mutton restaurant hidden in the alley that Huang Yazi had recommended earlier.

Around 5 p.m., when it was getting dark but not completely dark, the group arrived at the mutton soup restaurant and asked the owner for a private room to sit down.

There weren't many people in the shop at this time, only about three or four tables, which was completely different from the last time Huang Yazi brought Chen Jialuo, when the place was packed with people inside and outside.

At this time, the workers get off work very early, around 4 pm. If there are still not many people at 5 pm, it means that the store's business is declining.

Jialuo understood this perfectly, but this restaurant was delicious, well-known, and it was winter—the season for mutton and mutton soup. All the right conditions were met, yet there were so few customers. The only possibility was discord among the staff. He recalled the distressed looks in the owners' eyes and guessed that the restaurant was most likely being targeted.

But this is the territory of the United Association, and the association's accounts haven't looked good lately. It seems that the subordinates have been collecting protection money too frequently, and the boss can't keep up.

As soon as he sat down, Goro Daimon said, "This place is so well hidden, how did you know about it, Lok-ge? The smell is quite authentic~"

Chen Jialuo said someone recommended this place, he came once and thought it was quite good. Since you wanted to eat mutton soup, he brought you here. Upon hearing this, Daimon Goro gave a meaningful smile and teased him, asking if it was Mai Shiranui, Leona, or some other beauty.

While drinking barley tea, Wei Si said that the water didn't taste good before Chen Jialuo could speak. She got up from her seat and said she would get some other water, asking them what they wanted to drink.

Goro Daimon said, "Of course we came here to drink mutton soup, why would we need water?" Weiss replied, "Drink it or not, I'm drinking beer." Then she turned and left.

Her actions and tone left Goro and the others somewhat confused, and they exchanged glances. Finally, Haderen remarked that Weiss was acting strangely.

As he said this, he looked at Chen Jialuo, with a hint of teasing in his other eye, and said, "Brother Luo, she's usually fine, but she gets strange when she's with you, especially when she hears that you're with so-and-so."

Upon hearing his words, Yamazaki Ryuji and Daimon Goro were initially taken aback, then simultaneously revealed wicked smiles and egged him on, saying that Heidern was right, and gave several more examples. In the end, they all said that Vice had feelings for Ichiro.

Jialu rolled his eyes and said they were talking nonsense. It was fine if the joke tarnished Weiss's reputation, but they shouldn't tarnish his. As soon as he said this, Haderen, Daimon Goro, and Yamazaki Ryuji burst into laughter.

Three minutes later, Weiss returned carrying a case of beer. She slammed the beer down, picked up her chopsticks, and tapped the bottle caps open with a click. She opened four cans in a row before stopping. Then she noticed the different way Yamazaki Ryuji and the others were looking at her and asked them if they were talking badly about her.

Goro Daimon smiled and said it wasn't exactly bad talk. Weiss pressed for details, and Haderen wanted to answer, but Chen Jialuo stopped him. He felt that such things were fine to say in private, but to say them in front of the person involved was rather tasteless. Perhaps deep down, he didn't really have much feeling for Weiss and didn't want to break the ice to avoid embarrassment for both of them.

Heidern's words trailed off, he lied and said he was talking about you and Mature, that many people thought you and Mature were a couple. Vice's short hair had grown a bit long; it looked good from the front, and quite nice from the side too. She wore two silver earrings, which changed her original androgynous, spirited look, giving her a subtly feminine touch.

Hearing this, she rolled her eyes and said irritably, "...Yes, yes, you're right, Mai Zhuo and I are a couple. Are you satisfied now?"

She was a little angry and didn't want to explain. She had heard those words more than once.

Her anger stirred a pang of pity in Jialuo. In the King of Fighters (Warrior Zhao) universe, Mature and Vice are comrades-in-arms, sharing life and death. Mature's sexual orientation isn't explicitly stated, but Vice is completely straight. Being mistaken for a lesbian when you're heterosexual is indeed unpleasant and painful.

He was even angrier than Weiss if anyone mistook him for someone giving a notification. Thinking of this, he immediately said, "We were just making conversation, we won't misunderstand you like that again."

Upon hearing his words, Weiss's anger vanished instantly. She felt that Jialuo's willingness to explain himself showed he cared about her. Unrequited love is bittersweet, yet it brings a unique kind of joy. At this moment, she felt happy, her eyes slightly upturned, and her gaze towards Chen Jialuo held a hint of longing.

Chapter 435 I haven't eaten yet, and I've run into someone who doesn't know their place.

They sat there for quite a while, but no one came to help them or let them order. Yamazaki Ryuji sighed and called for the owner, his tone somewhat annoyed.

The boss rushed over and, seeing the size of Yamazaki Ryuji and Daimon Goro, knew they were not to be trifled with. He asked in a humble voice what he needed.

Ryuji Yamazaki complained that he had been waiting for so long and no one had come to take his order. The owner explained that orders were placed at the counter, and the shop was short-staffed. He looked like he was about to cry, with a bruise still visible on his left cheek, clearly indicating he had been beaten. His body was trembling.

The proprietress rushed out of the kitchen, her eyes and face full of worry. She immediately began apologizing, saying it was all her fault for the small print. She then asked them what they wanted to eat, offering to give them complimentary beef patties as a side dish.

Chen Jialuo then remembered what had happened and told them to order four bowls of mutton soup, five catties of 417 hand-shredded mutton, ten lamb legs, ten beef patties, ten pork patties, and some cilantro in a small dish, not in the soup. They could add the cilantro themselves.

The boss and his wife nodded hurriedly and went out to prepare.

Weiss picked up her beer, took a sip, and said, "These bosses are having a really tough time. They look at us like we're plague carriers."

Ryuji Yamazaki said, "It's obvious he was beaten up, and he didn't pay the protection money. Sometimes it's annoying to see this kind of situation. It sounds like crocodile tears." He laughed as he said this.

Goro Daimon disagreed, saying, "It's not crocodile tears. Under our control, those street vendors live a splendid life, and I've never heard of them being afraid of us like this. When I went there, they voluntarily handed over their goods to me, and the smiles on their faces weren't fake. This is how society is, this era; every industry is inseparable from the dark side. But we, the dark side, have morals, and people treat us like Buddhas."

He laughed as he said this, looked at Chen Jialuo, and said, "Boss, you know, someone in our territory has built a shrine for you. They burn incense every day to pray for your peace, prosperity, and good fortune throughout the four seasons."

Chen Jialuo took a sip of barley tea. "I know, there's quite a lot."

In his territory, he played a protector-like role. The locals preferred to have their gang members handle matters with them rather than the police. In some ways, they had gradually replaced the police as a functional department.

He was a little surprised when he first heard it, but then he was moved. He was making money, and in order to make money even better, he set up some rules. But ironically, the existence of these rules made the people in his territory live better... What could he say? He could only admit that he was brilliant and knew what sustainable development was.

“So, our existence is good,” Goro Daimon said. “It’s not crocodile tears.”

As they were talking, a series of crackling sounds suddenly came from outside, accompanied by shouts, "Get out! Get out! You son of a bitch, are you ignoring what I said? You damn bastards! I told you, no protection money, no shop opening, and I'll smash it every time you open!"

The boss and his wife's pleas for mercy and cries rang out. The diners outside screamed and rushed out of the restaurant. At that moment, only the people in the private room remained in the entire restaurant.

Chen Jialuo and the others exchanged glances but didn't say anything. They thought to themselves, "They really know how to find time to make sure we can't even have a peaceful meal."

Goro Daimon looked at Chen Jialuo and asked, "Brother Luo, are we still eating?"

As he spoke, his stomach rumbled loudly, indicating he was very hungry.

Before he could finish speaking, the door to the private room was kicked open with a bang.

Several thugs with hair dyed in various colors appeared at the door, carrying steel pipes and other similar objects. The leader was a man with a buzz cut and white hair, wearing a V-neck nylon shirt and a gleaming gold chain around his neck.

Holding a handful of sunflower seeds, he tossed his head back and roared, "Damn it, are you deaf? Can't you hear the commotion outside?! Get the hell out of here right now!"

Goro Daimon glanced at him sideways, suppressing his anger, and said, "I came here to eat but I didn't get to eat. Where am I supposed to go?"

"Eat your mother's ass! Your mother's ass tastes good, you fucking go eat it!" The white-haired man with a buzz cut spoke in the most vulgar language, his face full of arrogance, and winked at his underlings behind him.

The henchmen, armed with steel pipes, swarmed forward, some smashing them on the table, others directly at them. How could anyone tolerate this?!

Chen Jialuo didn't even flinch before snapping one of his henchmen's arms. The henchman screamed in pain. Goro Daimon, Ryuji Yamazaki, and Heidern didn't budge an inch either.

He was hit repeatedly, and the white-haired guy was pinned to the ground by Goro Daimon's foot. The size 45 foot landed directly on the white-haired guy's face, and he couldn't move.

Within a minute, the seven or eight thugs were sprawled on the ground, groaning incessantly.

Chapter 436 He's courting death, he's sent men.

Goro Daimon lowered his head, looked coldly at the white-haired man, and said, "Say that sentence again, I want to hear it again."

White Hair was also a man of principle, and quickly begged for mercy, "Big brother, big brother, I was wrong, I didn't recognize your greatness, I'm not human, please let me go."

Goro Daimon used a bit of force, and the white-haired man immediately felt as if a huge rock was pressing down on his head, constantly squeezing him. The pain contorted his face, and his ears rang. He begged loudly, "Grandpa, Grandpa, I was really wrong. I'm not human. I'll eat my ass later. Please, please let me go. I have elderly parents and young children to support. Grandpa, Grandpa, your grandson knows he was wrong. I'll do whatever you ask. Please, please let me go."

Goro Daimon said, "Learn to bark like a dog."

The white-haired dog immediately started barking, sticking out its tongue and making hissing panting sounds.

Goro Daimon said, "Imitate a rooster's crow."

The white-haired man immediately started clucking.

Goro Daimon said, "Imitate a duck's quack."

White Hair's brain was a little oxygen-deprived, and his whole body turned red. He forgot how to quack, "I don't know how to quack anymore, Grandpa."

Goro Daimon said, "Damn it, haven't you ever seen a male prostitute in a nightclub? Learn how to do it!"

White Hair quickly pinched his throat and said, "Big Brother, I know I was wrong."

Jialu sat in a chair, legs crossed, laughing with Hadid, Vice, and Yamazaki Ryuji, thinking to himself that Daimon Goro was playing quite the tricks.

The tension subsided, and Goro Daimon released his foot. The white-haired man quickly gasped for breath, then scrambled to his feet and crawled out with his underlings.

As he left, Bai Mao gave them a vicious glare, hailed a taxi, and rushed back to get reinforcements. He was determined to make them pay.

Goro Daimon slowly emerged from the private room, leaving the tables, chairs, and plates scattered all over the floor. The owner and his wife, Wolf, sat on the floor, embracing each other and weeping. They couldn't understand why doing business was so difficult. They couldn't get the money they needed, so the Wolf caused trouble; trouble made business worse, and worse business made it even harder to come up with the money. At that moment, they felt utterly hopeless.

Looking at them, Goro Daimon put one hand in his pocket and shouted, "Where's our food? We've been waiting for so long, are you trying to starve us to death?"

The boss, emboldened by who-knows-where—perhaps from being bullied too much lately—shouted at Daimon Goro, "What do you want? Come on! Kill us! Come on! I'm waiting for you!"

He roared, tears streaming down his face.

The proprietress wiped away her tears, smiled at Goro Daimon, and got up from the ground. It seems that, at times, women are more resilient than men.

She said to Goro Daimon, "Please wait a moment, I'll get it right away."

He didn't know the people in the private room, but since they had managed to drive away these thugs, the proprietress felt that no matter how wicked they were, they posed no threat to her. On the contrary, once they left, those other people would come and cause trouble for them.

So she composed herself and went back to the kitchen to continue her work.

Soon, the mutton soup arrived, followed by mutton, lamb leg, and finally pork and beef patties. All of them emitted an enticing aroma.

When the food was being served and prepared, the owner sat on the floor without moving an inch. He was immersed in sadness and helplessness. Only the owner's wife was busy in the kitchen.

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After serving the dishes, she forced a smile and said, "Take your time eating. If you're still hungry, there will be more."

After she finished speaking, she left, leaving Chen Jialuo and the others to eat. As soon as the mutton soup was served, the hungriest man, Daimon Goro, immediately started eating. After a mouthful of the steaming soup, every pore on his body opened up.

The rich, savory flavor of mutton, combined with various offal, made for an incredibly satisfying meal. He couldn't help but exclaim, "Delicious! Brother Luo, this is fucking delicious! No wonder you brought us all the way from the New Territories to here."

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Ryuji Yamazaki grabbed a piece of mutton and put it in his mouth, saying, "The mutton tastes amazing. It has no gamey smell, it's very fresh, and the pieces are cut into large slices. It's so satisfying to eat."

Wei Si ate mutton and drank beer, a satisfied expression on her face. Jia Luo drank a few sips of soup, then picked up a lamb's trotter and started gnawing on it.

There's not much meat on a lamb's trotter; you mainly eat the skin and tendons. This restaurant stewed it just right, to the perfect tenderness. Stewing it any longer would make it too soft, while stewing it less would make it a bit tough.

The meal was very pleasant, and the matter of who would be in charge was basically settled; Deng Wei would continue in his position. A major concern on their minds was finally put to rest.

With a weight lifted from my heart, everything tastes even better now.

Halfway through the meal, they heard the sound of stir-frying outside. Jialuo's hearing was extraordinary, as were the martial artists'.

"Brother Bao, this is it! There's trouble happening over here!!"