The Unorthodox Tomb Raider

"That customer ordered the same thing, and since he arrived early, we should serve him first," the shop owner said, frowning.

"No way, I was just about to start eating when you gave me a false alarm. I have to eat first no matter what."

The shop owner sighed and said, "Please wait a little longer, it won't be more than a few minutes."

"No way!" The woman put her hands on her hips. "I told you to hurry up, so hurry up. I have important things to do. How much can you afford to waste a minute?

Just as the shop owner was about to speak, Fang Yun spoke up.

"Miss, you'd like to eat first, right?" Fang Yun asked.

The woman turned her head and looked down at Fang Yun: "What?"

"Then I'm willing to let you eat this first."

"That's your honor." The woman seemed to appreciate Fang Yun's gesture and prepared to have him bring it to her.

"However, you'll have to wait a bit."

"Wait for what?" the woman frowned.

"Let me have a sip of soup first," Fang Yun said, taking a spoonful of the clear soup. His face immediately relaxed, revealing a comfortable expression.

"Wow, this soup tastes really good. I'll have a couple more sips before I give it to you." Fang Yun took a few more sips and looked at the woman with a beaming smile, showing no intention of giving her the soup.

"you you……"

The woman trembled with rage. Fang Yun dared to mock her like this in front of so many people, which she found utterly unbearable.

Then, he picked up his briefcase and tried to throw it at Fang Yun.

"Let me warn you, if your bag is really that brand, and it gets smashed, the leather will get wrinkled, and you'll suffer a lot of losses."

"Of course, if it's just a fake bag bought from a street vendor, then you can smash it all you want," Fang Yun said calmly.

"you!"

Enraged, the woman tried to lift the wooden stool to hit Fang Yun, but the stool was long and made of solid wood, making it very heavy. She struggled for a long time but couldn't lift it. This infuriated her.

“(bjbd) Didn’t you say you were some kind of noble lady? I don’t think you have that kind of temperament. Other people wouldn’t act like a shrew like you.”

Fang Yun shook his head, clearly disapproving.

This was as if she had stepped on the woman's tail. She immediately pointed her finger at Fang Yun and said, "Fine, you just wait. Don't you dare run away. I'll call someone to deal with you and show you what happens when you offend this young lady!"

After saying that, the woman angrily picked up her purse and stormed out the door.

After she left, the shop owner came out from the back room with a worried look on his face.

"Sir, I don't think that woman is a good person. She might actually be a group of thugs. You should finish your meal as soon as possible and then go hide somewhere else. If those people come and can't find her, they'll leave."

Fang Yun originally wanted to say he wasn't afraid, but seeing the shop owner's worried look, he nodded.

It has to be said that this shop's cooking skills are quite good; otherwise, it would be difficult for them to survive in such a high-cost city. If Fang Yun hadn't noticed that the shop owner seemed a bit distracted, he would have ordered another dish.

After paying the bill, Fang Yun walked out of the store and glanced around. The streets were gradually becoming more crowded, and there were many vendors selling trinkets and food on the street.

Fang Yun used to enjoy reading these kinds of things. Although they weren't anything particularly unusual, they always gave people a sense of novelty.

Fang Yun then walked and looked around for a long time. Just as he squatted down at a small stall to patronize a stall owner's business, the roar of several motorcycles suddenly drifted past his ears.

On the side street, several thugs rode past on three motorcycles, each carrying a wooden stick.

And on the motorcycle in front, wasn't that the same woman from before sitting?

Judging from their aggressive demeanor, they seemed to be heading towards the owner's scallion oil noodle shop.

Chapter 547 Retaliation

"Forget it, I'd better go back and check, lest they take their anger out on the shop owner while I'm gone."

Fang Yun was well aware of this kind of person's behavior pattern: bullying the weak and fearing the strong. If they saw someone running a small shop and had no money or power, they would take advantage of them. If they really encountered a strong person, they would probably have backed down long ago.

Therefore, whenever Fang Yun encounters such people, he teaches them a lesson, not for his own sake, but simply because he can't stand these people bullying honest people.

Of course, if these people left without finding Fang Yun in the shop, then Fang Yun wouldn't cause himself any more trouble.

Soon, these people got off their motorcycles in front of the scallion noodle shop. Passersby, seeing their imposing manner, stood by and watched with curiosity.

First, a long-haired man got off the first motorcycle. He was wearing a leather jacket and pants and had a cigarette in his mouth. To put it nicely, he looked like someone involved in the underworld; to put it bluntly, he was a hoodlum.

The woman who had been dressed head-to-toe in designer brands and looked like a white-collar worker got out of bed behind him. Now, being protected by this gangster, her complexion was noticeably more radiant than before.

"What's going on? Why are all these people making such a big fuss just to come here for a bowl of noodles?"

The onlookers were all stunned.

"Probably not. Didn't you see these people were carrying wooden sticks? Who carries weapons while eating noodles? Most likely, the restaurant owner offended these people somewhere, so they're here for revenge."

Many people agreed with this statement, and couldn't help but feel more worried for the boss.

"I know Old Chen, the owner of that noodle shop. He's such a kind person. Knowing I have a big appetite, he even gave me extra noodles without charging me extra. How could such a good person have a grudge against those thugs?"

Once someone said that, many others felt the same way. Many of them were neighbors living in the area. Sometimes when they didn't have time to cook at home or were craving something, they would come here to eat. Old Chen was very familiar with them.

At this moment, Fang Yun also walked over from a distance and squeezed into the crowd. Just then, the group of thugs walked into the store.

"Where's the boss? Get out here right now!"

As soon as the woman entered the shop, she shouted loudly inside. Several customers who were eating noodles turned around, glanced at her, and hurriedly packed up their things and fled the shop.

The middle-aged boss heard the noise and slowly walked out from the kitchen. When he saw the woman with several men, he was not surprised and it was not surprising.

"The person you're looking for has already left. Go look elsewhere," the shop owner said calmly.

At this moment, the long-haired man who was leading the group sneered: "I just heard from Ni'er that your boss is quite arrogant. She came and you were still so impolite. If I don't teach you a lesson today, you'll be a bad boss."

The shop owner gritted his teeth and said, "So what do you want?"

"What do you mean, 'what do you mean'?" The long-haired man sat down in a seat. "Either you pay up and apologize, or we'll smash up your shop."

"Why should I pay? When did I offend you?" the shop owner asked.

"Just a short while ago, my wife asked you to serve the food, but you refused. This is such a shabby restaurant, and you treat us so rudely. Don't you think you should be punished?"

Upon hearing this, the shop owner couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.

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"If you want service and good food, go to the big hotel next door. What are you trying to prove here? You're just a bunch of penniless, stubborn thugs, nothing but bugs!"

"you!"

When the thugs heard the shop owner say that, they got so angry that they grabbed their weapons.

"You old bastard, you don't want to stay on this street anymore, do you? Let me tell you, I'm going to smash up your shop today and see how you do business after that."

Upon hearing this, the woman clapped her hands repeatedly and said jokingly, "This guy not only doesn't know his place, but he also has a foul mouth. It's time to teach him a lesson. Let's smash his car today, and smash it again if he dares to open it again. Let's see how long he can keep this up."

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The woman smiled knowingly when she saw the shop owner's expression change.

Then, the long-haired man made a gesture, and the other two thugs smashed a hammer on the table and chairs next to him, breaking a hole in the wood.

Then, their hands didn't stop; they destroyed several more pieces of glass, and smashed all the unfinished bowls on the table to pieces.

They laughed heartily at such simple acts of violence, seemingly thoroughly enjoying themselves.

"If you dare to move again, don't blame me for being impolite."

The shop owner, seeing his hard work being destroyed bit by bit, could no longer bear it and immediately shouted out.

"Oh, so what if you're not polite? Do you think we're afraid of you? Let's see what tricks you have up your sleeve."

"Alright, you wait and see!"

The shop owner was clearly not the kind of person who could be easily manipulated; he turned around and rushed into the kitchen, seemingly searching for something.

Chapter 548 Attempt to Steal a Chicken Backfires

"Haha, let's wait and see what tricks he can come up with."

The long-haired man stopped what he was doing and waited with great interest for the boss to come out.

When the boss came out holding a rolling pin, the long-haired man and his men almost burst out laughing.

"Hey boss, are you out of your mind? Even if you're going to use a stick, at least use a bigger one! Are you trying to make steamed buns for us with that rolling pin?"

The crowd burst into laughter, and the boss's expression looked more like he'd seen a puppy.

"What about this?"

The shop owner picked up an 850 knife from the cutting board.

"Oh, so you know how to use a knife now. But your knife is too short. I wonder who you can even cut."

The long-haired man knew, of course, that he would most likely only come out with a knife, and these people were least afraid of knives, especially a frying knife like this, which was even less useful.

"You two keep a close eye on him. If he makes any unusual move, knock his knife out of his hand."

Changfang gave an order, and the two thugs next to him nodded, stepped forward, and raised the long sticks in their hands.

The saying goes, "An inch longer, an inch stronger." With a stick like this in hand, I could just slap the boss's wrist and knock his knife away immediately. I don't know what he was thinking when he brought out a kitchen knife.

Many shop owners outside the door were being bullied inside, and they felt bad about it. They wanted to rush in to help the shop owner, but they were afraid of offending these thugs and having no peace in the future.

Fang Yun felt a chill run down his spine when he saw that these thugs weren't going to leave and were even provoking him from inside.