He tried to save the fallen girls, but they came after him instead.

"Ha, my brother can smoke whenever he wants, are you tired of living?" The man with the pompadour suddenly stood up.

The scarred man inside seemed to be their leader. He gestured to the man with the airplane-like hairstyle to extinguish the cigarette, then took it out and stomped it out.

The man with the airplane-shaped nose curled his lip, snorted, and sat back down in his seat.

"What would you like to eat?" Shirakawa served them with a smile as always.

This is Nikaido's shop, so we should be tolerant and not cause trouble for her family.

"Three bowls of ramen," the blond-haired man replied, glancing around arrogantly.

"Okay, three bowls of ramen, anything else?"

"Are you deaf? Did I say anything else?" the blond-haired man shouted unhappily.

"Alright, then enjoy your meal." Shirakawa left, handed the menu to Nikaido, and then went to serve the other guests.

The man with the pompadour hunched over, speaking in a low voice to the scarred man and the blond man: "Brother, is this the Nikaido family's shop?"

"Look, isn't that Nikaido?"

The blond man pointed at the blond girl who was busy working nearby.

"Damn it, is this the one who got our school's second-in-command, Kitano, in? He looks like that, but I never expected him to be such a vicious person."

Kitano Jiro (a delinquent from Okada Sports Warehouse) loudly proclaims in the juvenile detention center that it was Nikaido Misaki who set a trap for him, which led to his current predicament.

The delinquents from Chenghuang Middle School were furious and wanted nothing more than to beat Nikaido half to death. However, since the incident, there were always cops lurking around at Sakura High School, making it difficult to take action. But they heard that Nikaido's family owned a ramen shop in the shopping district, so the three of them came to the restaurant to cause trouble.

"Isn't this guy Nikaido's direct subordinate? I think his name is Shirakawa, right? He looks like a bean sprout. I could kill ten of them with one punch!" The man with the pompadour rolled up his sleeves, ready to start a fight.

"Hold on, calm down, what's the rush?" the scarred man advised him to calm down. "If you hit him directly, we won't be in the right, and if they call the police, we'll end up in juvenile detention. Calm down first, and we'll talk after the food is served. I have my own way of dealing with them."

The man with the airplane-shaped hairpin glared at Shirakawa, who was working, then obediently sat up and rolled down his sleeves.

Shirakawa was too busy with work to notice anything unusual about the group.

"Hello, here's your ramen." Nikaido took a rectangular serving board and brought over three bowls of ramen.

The blond-haired man looked closely at Nikaido and found that she was indeed quite attractive.

"Hey, miss, wanna add each other on Line?"

“Sorry, I’m not very good at using Line.” Nikaido refused outright.

"How about we go see a movie or have a meal tomorrow or the day after?" The blond-haired man smacked his head and asked again with a smile, still unwilling to give up.

"Sorry, I have to go to school and I don't have any free time," Nikaido refused again.

"Just playing around, you can always find the time if you squeeze it in." The blond-haired man's hand, which was under the table, was not well-behaved and quietly reached towards Nikaido's buttocks.

Nikaido noticed and stepped to the side.

Suddenly, Shirakawa appeared behind Nikaido, firmly pressing down on the blond-haired man's wrist to stop his groping behavior.

"I'm sorry, sir, this lady is usually very busy and doesn't have any free time right now. Please enjoy your meal." Shirakawa said, bowing as he pressed the blond man's hand.

The blond-haired man withdrew his hand and instead picked up his chopsticks to eat ramen.

Nikaido and Shirakawa left.

They were discussing quietly near the food stalls.

"I really want to beat them up. They can't even behave themselves while eating. They don't look like good people at all," Nikaido said angrily, clenching his fist.

"Calm down, calm down, boss. What will the other customers think if you beat them up? This isn't a school. That's enough. Get them out of here. Making money is the priority." Bai Chuan didn't want this one bad apple to spoil the whole bunch.

With so many customers dining here, if a fight breaks out and a video is uploaded online, even if they are at fault, the customers who see the video will feel resentful, and the restaurant will become increasingly deserted.

Nikaido took a deep breath and calmed down a bit: "You're right. If there's nothing else, I'll stay away from them and let them finish eating and leave quickly."

"now it's right."

Although Nikaido isn't very bright, she listens to advice.

Shirakawa felt somewhat relieved.

"Waiter! Come here!" the scarred man suddenly raised his hand and demanded.

"Hey, you're here!" Shirakawa quickly went over. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

The scarred man pointed to his face, his brows furrowed, and said seriously.

"Why is there a hair in this noodle dish?"

93. Then don't eat any of them!

(When Shirakawa and Nikaido left)

The blond-haired man slammed down his chopsticks, immediately revealing his true colors.

The two left.

The blond-haired man glared at him fiercely: "You filthy bitch, what are you pretending to be so high and mighty for? Look at how she looks, neither male nor female. I'm only telling her to leave because I think highly of her!"

This is a classic case of sour grapes.

"What nonsense are you spouting? Don't forget our purpose," the scarred man roared.

"Yes, yes, big brother." The blond-haired man under training ate his noodles with his head down, looking sullen.

“And…” The scarred man reached out and plucked a hair from the blond man’s head.

"Ouch, bro, what are you doing?"

"Of course we'll cause them trouble."

The scarred man carefully compared the hair color on his hand with that of Nikaido, who was working in the distance.

Their hair colors are almost the same.

So he threw his hair into the noodles...

...

The scarred man pointed at the yellow hair and questioned Shirakawa.

"Is your ramen unclean?"

The customers eating noodles nearby heard their conversation, and although they didn't say anything, they silently rummaged through their own ramen bowls with their chopsticks.

Yellow hair?

Shirakawa glanced back at Nikaido, who was wearing a hat, so it was impossible for his hair to fall into it.

Besides, the eldest sister is a person who is rough around the edges but meticulous at heart; she wouldn't make such a basic mistake...

Did they frame me to get a free meal?

Shirakawa had encountered people like this before, who would deliberately add hair and insects to their food, usually in an attempt to get a free meal.

He looked around the ceiling again, but there were no surveillance cameras installed. He lacked evidence and it was difficult to identify them.

The shop was very busy, so I couldn't waste my time there.

Let's skip it then; a few bowls of ramen don't cost much.

"I'm sorry, sir, this has caused you a terrible dining experience. How would you like to resolve this?"

"You ask me how to solve this? I'd like to ask you how to solve it!" The scarred man slammed down his chopsticks, his face contorted with rage. "I finally managed to get together with my buddies, and this is the kind of awful thing that happens!"

"Ugh, this ramen doesn't taste good either. The noodles are hard. Did it stay frozen for too long?" The blond guy picked up the ramen with his chopsticks and shook it.

"Exactly, the color of the meat and egg on top is also wrong," said the man with the pompadour, picking up some meat from his bowl.

You're pushing your luck, aren't you?

Shirakawa was furious, but he controlled his expression and tone, smiling and bowing: "I'm really sorry, how about we give you these three bowls of ramen for free?"

Control yourself, control yourself. This is the boss's shop; you can't get angry or anxious here.

"Huh? Is this your sincerity? A mere free meal will suffice." The scarred man remained aggressive, his brows furrowed and his eyes wide, yet he showed no sign of ferocity.

"So what do you think should be done?"

"What I want is sincerity, sincerity." The scarred man tapped the table with his index finger.

Are you deliberately picking a fight?

We need to discuss what to do with Nikaido's mother.

"I'll go find the store manager. Please be patient and wait a moment." Shirakawa was about to turn and leave.

"Just discuss it with me!"

Nikaido happened to come over, carrying a skewer for serving vegetables. His face was gloomy, and it was clear that he had been holding back a lot of anger.

She had just seen Shirakawa bowing and apologizing to these people.

Making things difficult for Shirakawa? Ha, as the eldest sister, I can't allow that.

"What's going on with you guys?" Nikaido asked angrily, arms crossed.

“There’s hair in this ramen,” the scarred man replied.

"So you can't eat it if there's hair in it?" Nikaido reached out and pinched the hair out of the ramen broth, shook his hand, and wiped it on his apron.