Chapter 31: How Much for a Single Performance? (Second Update)

Wei Yingcai’s face stiffened, though he concealed his anger well beneath his expression.

At the Gathering Righteousness Martial Hall, it was a place where the law of the jungle reigned—might was right. If he hadn’t heard his two disciples describe the scene, he’d have thought he could at least fight Hua Tianyu to a draw, and he certainly wouldn’t have come to suffer this humiliation. But this Meng Yaowu was truly formidable. Not to mention his legendary rise to fame in his younger years—even now, sitting there with a woman in his arms, Wei Yingcai couldn’t honestly say he was confident of victory should he challenge him.

Meng Yaowu was the pillar of the Yaowu Hall; he alone supported it. Whenever anyone in the Upper North District mentioned Yaowu Hall, they thought first of Meng Yaowu, not the Gathering Righteousness Martial Hall.

Seated at the head of the table, Meng Yaowu cast a sidelong glance at the three men below. Seeing they had no intention of leaving, his face grew cold. “I’ve already agreed to your request. What, do you want me to invite you to dinner as well?”

At these words, Sha Jin shuddered, hastily putting on a smile. “Master Meng, tonight it’s our treat—at Jinshi Hotel, the best in Upper North. After dinner, we’ll head next door for some massage. I hear there’s a pair of twin sisters there…”

“Twins?” Meng Yaowu finally pulled his hand from the woman’s waist and rubbed his bald head a few times. Then, pointing repeatedly at Sha Jin with a single finger, he grinned with excitement. “You’re thoughtful, kid, you really are! Hahaha!”

“So about Hua Tianyu, Master, what do you think…”

“Don’t worry. If I make a move, just tell me—how crippled do you want him?”

“Master, you’re mighty! First degree, he must be left with a first-degree disability!” Sha Jin quickly chimed in, flattering him.

Meng Yaowu set the woman on his lap down onto the seat, ignoring her resentful gaze, and strode over to strike Sha Jin on the shoulder with a resounding slap that sent him—arm in a sling and all—crashing to the floor. He roared with laughter, “Hahaha! No problem. For the sake of the twins, first degree it is!”

Even knocked to the floor, Sha Jin felt no resentment—only excitement. Just now, he’d used all his strength to take the master’s blow, but still couldn’t withstand it and fell instantly.

The master’s skills were truly unfathomable!

Hua Tianyu, just you wait for your doom!

Jinshi Hotel.

There are always various reasons why a restaurant becomes famous.

In a place like Upper North District, a haven for the working class, luxury certainly wasn’t the main reason for a hotel’s renown; taste and value were what really mattered.

Hua Tianyu had booked a private room with a view, ordered a few top-rated dishes from a mobile app, and found the flavors indeed impressive. He’d also called for a few bottles of beer and was chatting with Cui Quan.

“So, you’re saying Cheng Feng was hired when Mr. Wei’s father was in charge, and he only later became head of security?” Hua Tianyu asked.

“Yes, and to be fair, he’s got some ability. Once, a gang of thugs came to make trouble—the old head of security got beaten up, and it was Cheng Feng who stepped forward and handled the troublemakers. That’s how he gradually became security chief.” Cui Quan recounted Cheng Feng’s rise in detail.

Hua Tianyu chuckled inwardly. Those thugs were probably hired by Cheng Feng himself.

But without proof, he said nothing to Cui Quan. As he glanced at the empty beer bottles on the table and was about to call the waiter for more, a noisy commotion erupted outside.

The voice of the lobby manager was the first to drift in. “Master Meng, I’m so sorry, but that private room is already taken. You didn’t notify us you were coming tonight—otherwise we’d have reserved it for you.”

“Are you deaf or what? Didn’t notify you? Didn’t I tell you this view room is reserved for Yaowu Hall? When we come, you hold it for us. When we don’t, you still keep it reserved!” Meng Yaowu’s voice was domineering.

“Please, Master Meng, listen to me. It’s so hard to do business these days; rent is high, and we have to grease all sorts of palms. If we always leave a private room empty, never making money from it, that’s… that’s not reasonable, right?” The manager struggled to explain.

“What’s this? Are you hinting you don’t like the little protection fee we brothers collect for watching your door? Fine. Starting tomorrow, the boys won’t come by for it. But let me warn you: this neighborhood isn’t exactly safe. If someone comes to trash your place, smash things up, don’t expect us to help!” Meng Yaowu stopped, giving the manager a cold, sinister stare.

“Master Meng, please, you know that’s not what I meant…” The manager’s face twisted in misery.

“Out of the way!” The Sha brothers shouted in unison at the manager.

This was the best view room in Jinshi Hotel; they knew the master loved dining here, so they’d especially picked this spot. Now, with the manager saying it was taken, if the master got annoyed and left, who would help them get revenge on Hua Tianyu?

Sha Jin, with his only good hand, slapped the manager, while Sha Yin, on his one good leg, kicked him. Between the two, the manager stumbled backward, crashed into the private room door, and burst it open.

“Hua Tianyu!” As the door swung open, the Sha brothers simultaneously spotted Hua Tianyu and immediately recognized him.

Hua Tianyu was baffled. Who were these two? Was he really so famous that people recognized him just eating a meal?

A pity they weren’t beauties—he had no interest.

“Master! That’s him!”

“Master! That’s him!”

The Sha brothers turned and shouted in unison.

Wei Yingcai poked his head through the private room door, saw Hua Tianyu’s slender frame and height barely reaching 1.8 meters, and asked skeptically, “That’s him? Are you sure?”

“No, absolutely not mistaken!” Sha Jin shook his head. “I might get it wrong alone, but the two of us together—no way.”

“That little guy beat you both up like this?” Wei Yingcai regretted it now—the humiliation he’d just suffered from Meng Yaowu was for nothing. Against someone like this, he alone could have crippled the fellow.

The Sha brothers must have lost to Hua Tianyu, felt ashamed, and exaggerated the whole thing.

He needed to lecture them when they got back—not to trouble the master with every little thing. What if they ever ran into a real tough guy, and the master got annoyed and refused to help?

“Wei, your disciples are getting worse and worse—how did a cripple like that manage to beat them so badly?” Meng Yaowu had now caught sight of Hua Tianyu as well, and snorted derisively.