PDLP Chapter 20 Borrowing a Knife
Chapter 20 Borrowing a Knife
It's 7 p.m.
A Mazda was parked in front of the Wanglaoji herbal tea shop.
Li Wanhua had already tidied up her shop and was chatting with the old lady from the shop next door.
"Goodbye, Grandma," Li Wanhua said in a clear voice as she opened the car door and got in.
Today she changed her clothes specially, a simple white T-shirt and a floral skirt, exuding youthful energy.
The faint scent of Chinese herbal medicine on my body was gone; I must have taken a shower. It had a light shampoo fragrance.
Shallow.
It smells wonderful.
"Here you are."
Wu Tianyao took out a small box: "This is a gift that Uncle Li and I chose for you."
This is a Swiss Titoni brand quartz watch he chose, costing a little over two thousand yuan; it's a small watch.
Li Wanhua opened the box, her eyes clearly showing surprise. Urged by Wu Tianyao, she took it out and put it on: "Wow, it's very beautiful, but it looks very expensive. Maybe I shouldn't take it."
"I'm glad you like it." Wu Tianyao started the car. "You're managing the herbal tea shop yourself; this is a reward for you."
Fuyao Restaurant.
Wu Tianyao first went to Fatty Kun's private room to say hello, and then came over to talk to him after he finished his meal.
Back in the private room.
Everyone has arrived.
Fei Sha, Qin Hao, Hua Zirong and others, along with their men, had also arrived, filling two tables with twenty people each.
As the dishes began to be served, everyone toasted and drank a little wine, creating a pleasant atmosphere.
After we finished eating, we cleared the table, took out the cake we had prepared in advance, and sang "Happy Birthday" with her while she blew out the candles and made a wish.
Simultaneously.
Castle Peak Road.
The crippled guy's henchmen were eating outside when they overheard two fat nerds at the next table chatting and drinking: "Tonight, Fatty Kun is drinking at Fuyao Restaurant with two of his underlings."
"Bai Menli is all ready. We'll go find him in a bit. We'll become disciples of He Yihe, and then we'll have someone to protect us."
The henchman overheard the fat guy's conversation and immediately called the lame guy: "Boss, we've found Fatty Kun's location. He's eating out with two other people..."
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Fuyao Restaurant.
After a lively birthday celebration for Li Wanhua, Wu Tianyao and his group gradually prepared to leave.
He told his underlings to go downstairs first, and let Fei Sha and Qin Hao go to the front desk to pay the bill, while he went to Fei Lao Kun's private room.
Fatty Kun, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, took a glass, poured in red wine, and turned the glass turntable to hand it to Wu Tianyao across from him.
"Ah Yao, you've managed Fu Yi's territory quite well after taking it over," Fatty Kun said, squinting as he began to lay the groundwork. "I heard a lot of bosses have been actively seeking you out?"
"It's alright, Brother Kun." Wu Tianyao knew perfectly well what was going on and continued the conversation, "Those bosses thought Fuyi's people weren't good enough, so they were all very happy when we took over."
"Look at Yao-zai, and look at you guys." Fatty Kun lectured his underlings: "Only by daring to fight and take risks can you quickly rise to the top. Learn from Yao-zai. Just a few days ago he was a parking attendant, and now he's managing his own territory."
Fatty Kun knew that Wu Tianyao's herbal tea business was just starting out, so he only inquired about it briefly. After receiving Wu Tianyao's docile attitude, he didn't rush to continue.
He changed the subject: "Yaozai, you should thank me for this, fellow Daoist. If I hadn't supported you and gotten a big shot to handle it, you wouldn't have had it so easy."
Wu Tianyao nodded in strong agreement.
"I lost some money playing mahjong the other day and I'm having some cash flow problems. I need your help urgently." Fatty Kun held up one finger: "Ten thousand yuan. I'll give it to you in a few days."
"Brother Kun, ten thousand yuan is no small amount." Wu Tianyao immediately looked troubled.
"What? You're not even willing to pay ten thousand?" Fatty Kun snorted, smoke billowing from his nostrils. "Or do you think I owe you ten thousand and won't pay you back?"
Since things had come to this point, Wu Tianyao couldn't refuse. He gritted his teeth and nodded, "What are you saying, Brother Kun? It's just ten thousand yuan. If Brother Kun asks me for money, I have to give it to him no matter what."
He glanced at his watch, then stood up and walked out: "I'll go get it from the car now."
Fat Kun nodded in satisfaction, thinking, "You're a smart kid." He then scolded his two underlings, "See? Yao Zai is a loyal and righteous man. You should all learn from him."
PARKING LOT.
Fei Sha came up to him and nodded to Wu Tianyao: "As soon as the paparazzi's message was sent out, Limpy Ka immediately arranged for a knife-wielding man to come over."
As they were talking.
A bread truck stopped.
Six men, newspapers tucked under their arms, rushed into the restaurant.
Wu Tianyao flicked a cigarette and put it in his mouth, while Fei Sha lit a lighter and came over to help him light it.
"call..."
Wu Tianyao exhaled a puff of blue-green smoke and glanced at the six people who had entered.
I wonder if He Lihe's knife is sharp enough.
Six people went upstairs.
Old Ding, the team leader, pulled over a waiter and asked, "Which private room is Fatty Kun in?!" After getting a table, the group quickly walked inside.
Inside the private room.
Fat Kun waited patiently, but Wu Tianyao didn't show up. Instead, He Lihe's men arrived.
"Bang!"
The door to the private room was suddenly kicked open.
When dining out, sitting in the main seat is a symbol of status, but this seat is often directly opposite the entrance, making it immediately visible to others.
Old Ding didn't recognize Fei Kun, but he did recognize the host. He tore open the newspaper under his arm to reveal a cleaver.
Behind.
The five henchmen who followed him drew their knives and rushed in, their target clear.
Fat Kun's two henchmen didn't even have time to react before they were slashed to the ground, screaming in agony and unable to get up.
Fat Kun was startled and bent down to dodge the knife coming at him. After pushing away the henchman holding the knife, he turned around and opened the window, intending to jump out of the second-floor window to escape.
Old Ding reacted swiftly, slashing the back of Fatty Kun with his cleaver, leaving a deep gash. The pain caused Fatty Kun to pause, slowing his movements for a moment before being pulled down.
immediately.
Fat Kun was overwhelmed by a flurry of blows, blood splattering everywhere.
Doorway.
Wu Tianyao came in with the money and, seeing this scene, immediately called out to Qin Hao and Fei Sha: "Brother Kun has been slashed! Brother Kun!"
"Yao-zai, help..."
Fatty Kun, on the verge of death, cried out to Wu Tianyao for help, only to have his blade slash across Wu's face, causing him to scream in agony.
"Ah Yao? Wu Tianyao? You're the parking attendant Yao who crippled the twins?!"
Upon hearing the name, Old Ding raised his blood-stained cleaver: "You bastard, you'll die too!"
"Take a pick, and agree to a deal?"
Wu Tianyao, gripping the kettle, showed no fear: "Let go of my boss!"
Behind.
Qin Hao and Fei Sha, along with Hua Zirong and eight others, took cleavers from the car to provide support and rushed in to start slashing.
The already cramped private room became even more crowded.
"Walk!"
Seeing that they outnumbered him, Lao Ding forced Wu Tianyao to retreat and then led his men to climb out of the window.
"Save them first!"
Wu Tianyao didn't chase after him. He needed to confirm whether Fatty Kun was dead or not. If he wasn't, he would send him to his death.
Fat Kun is in a really bad situation now.
He had been slashed across the face, exposing the bone, and had six or seven cuts on his body, with the flesh turned inside out and blood flowing from the wounds.
In chaos.
He must have had his inner thigh artery severed; blood soaked his entire body, and he was barely breathing.
Wu Tianyao shook him violently, calling out, "Brother Kun, Brother Kun!"
The two shakes caused Fatty Kun, who was already spitting blood, to choke on more blood, which then sprayed out blood foam.
Fatty Kun might still be salvageable, but Wu Tianyao's two swaying motions probably mean he's completely beyond saving.
"Brother Yao, let's go, the cops are coming."
Qin Hao and his men, supporting Fatty Kun's henchmen, led the group out of the restaurant: "What do we do now?"
Wu Tianyao thought for a moment: "Go to Tsuen Wan and find Lao Ding!"
Now that Fat Kun is dead, it's only right for me to take over what's left.