Chapter 51: Yuan Jiang: I’m Just Here To Eat, And You’re Humiliating Me
Bustling street, people flowing like weaving threads.
Lin Fan and Yang Ming walked side by side, and wherever they passed, the common people cast gazes entirely different from the past.
Respect, that’s right, it’s respect.
“Bro, the common people’s looks at us have changed, hey.” Yang Ming couldn’t suppress the joy in his heart, his mouth nearly splitting to his ears. Thinking of what his dad once said to him, the family lacked something—did it lack the disgusted looks the common people gave you as a constable?
Now, he just wanted to tell his dad, see, this is called respect.
“Everything for the common people, everything relying on the common people, from the common people, to the common people.” Lin Fan faced those gazes and nodded slightly.
“Wow! These words are profound, bro, who said that?”
“A great man said it.”
“Profound, too profound.”
Yang Ming had studied books, with a belly full of knowledge. Pondering it carefully, these words were profound.
Before Lin Fan transmigrated, whenever he felt down, he liked to search for photos in the dead of night, match them with that music, watch seriously for a few minutes, and then feel filled with power.
“Bro, we’re letting Xu Ming do the interrogation, can he handle it?” Yang Ming had just applied the ‘family portrait’ to Hu Yu halfway when Lin Fan pulled him out, leaving the rest of the interrogation to Xu Ming. He felt deeply worried.
Lin Fan said, “Why not? He’s been in the Public Security Bureau longer than us, and since he’s boarded our ship, he has to hand over a loyalty test, right?”
Yang Ming felt Brother Lin made sense.
Indeed, he should hand over a loyalty test.
Look at the surroundings. After this period of rectification, order was very stable, local ruffians had all disappeared. They had no choice but to disappear—Brother Lin’s brothers at the wharf were all watching closely.
Some had fully immersed themselves in the constable identity. Halfway encountering local ruffians causing trouble, they would fly into action with big captures, directly detaining them to the Public Security Bureau.
Extremely domineering.
Suddenly.
Yang Ming noticed Brother Lin stop. Following Brother Lin’s gaze upward, it was a restaurant, nothing special, no problem seen.
But listening carefully, there really was a problem.
“Master Yuan, we messed up this dish, this table is on us.”
“Does Master Yuan look like he’s short of your measly amount?”
Smack—
There was quarreling, bitter pleading.
Lin Fan walked toward the restaurant. Two guests coming out panicked to leave, unwilling to stay here lest they get involved. Walking too hurriedly, they nearly collided with Lin Fan.
Lin Fan sidestepped to avoid.
“Master Lin.”
The two guests saw it was Lin Fan and immediately acted very respectfully. Nowadays, who didn’t know Master Lin of the Public Security Bureau? Don’t think he’s just a commoner constable—that was a lawless master.
“Mm, you go ahead.”
“Master Lin, you first.”
“Thanks.”
Lin Fan led Yang Ming toward the second floor. The two guests who originally wanted to leave exchanged a glance, said nothing, retracted their feet, and followed calmly without panic.
They wanted to watch the excitement.
Second floor.
Yuan Jiang was wrapped up like a mummy, left arm bandaged thickly, right leg fixed with bamboo splints, bruises on his face not yet faded.
Clearly, the injuries from that day’s battle in the shantytown hadn’t healed yet.
The restaurant shopkeeper was a skinny old man in his fifties, now trembling all over in fear, standing obsequiously to the side, cold sweat trickling down his forehead along his cheeks, not daring to wipe it.
He wailed inwardly—who would think Yuan Jiang, injured like a dog, would nitpick that the dish wasn’t cooked well.
If not cooked well, so be it, just recook a portion. But the Master Yuan before him was hard to deal with, using this to make trouble, leaving him truly at a loss.
“Today Master Yuan I am in a good mood, but now very bad, all because of this dish ruining Master Yuan’s good mood. Shopkeeper, what do you say we do?” Yuan Jiang leaned back in his chair. Even crippled all over, the arrogance in his tone didn’t diminish.
The shopkeeper’s lips trembled, words coming out haltingly, stuttering without saying a single sentence.
Seeing the shopkeeper silent.
A subordinate stepped forward, wanting to slap the shopkeeper a few times to wake him up. But just reaching the shopkeeper’s side, he saw the two constables coming up, startled, and quickly retreated.
“Hall Master, constables.”
Yuan Jiang frowned slightly, looking toward the stairs. Not looking was fine, but one look made his face change drastically, endless fury in his eyes, yet he couldn’t flare up.
“Yo, isn’t this our Yuan Jiang, Master Yuan? So leisurely, crippled like this and still coming out to eat?”
Lin Fan approached, those blocking the way all made way, no one daring to stop him. The shopkeeper saw his savior, suddenly relaxing, and respectfully called ‘Master Lin’.
He walked to the table, bent down to look at the delicacies, smiling, “Minced pork eggplant, steamed sea fish, spareribs winter melon soup, stir-fried shrimp, mm, not bad, all delicious.”
As he spoke, he straightened up, big hand grabbing Yuan Jiang’s head, shaking it back and forth violently like shaking a broken sack.
“Eating quite well, huh? So good at living life, tsk tsk, Master Yuan lives the good life. Not like us constables, patrolling all day, exposed to sun and rain.”
At this moment, Yuan Jiang was like a marionette nailed to the chair, without any dignity.
His face expressionless, but the raging fire in his eyes nearly bursting out, temple veins throbbing from extreme humiliation, his only movable right hand under the table clenched into a fist, nails nearly embedding into the palm flesh.
Onlookers didn’t dare breathe.
Too domineering.
Yuan Jiang’s group of subordinates were silent as cicadas in winter. Lin Fan’s deterrence on them was too great; the scene from that day was vivid.
“What look is that?” Lin Fan suddenly bent down, face almost to Yuan Jiang’s, tone abruptly turning cold. “Looking like you’re about to die, can you smile? Huh?”
Smack—!
Without warning, Lin Fan raised his hand for an extremely loud slap.
Someone covered their mouth.
Someone’s eyes widened.
Yuan Jiang’s head was slapped to the side, a clear handprint quickly appearing on his cheek.
He jerked his head back, cheek twitching violently, chest heaving like a bellows, leaning on the chair back, forced to raise his head, squeezing out a twisted smile uglier than crying through gritted teeth.
Anyone could see that Yuan Jiang now had the heart for killing.
Everyone had face and status; in the underworld, it was all about face. But now Lin Fan had stomped Yuan Jiang’s face into the ground and ground it crushingly, not satisfied.
Lin Fan turned his head, smiling at the crowd, poking Yuan Jiang’s head with his finger. “Look, who’s this? Fierce Tiger Gang Hall Master Yuan Jiang, Master Yuan. What a smile, so brilliant, just like a roadside monkey show. Without two whips, he doesn’t know to cooperate.”
He could say it smiling.
But the surrounding diners didn’t dare listen smiling.
“Yo, what look? Seems very unconvinced. Don’t be unconvinced, here’s your chance.” Lin Fan suddenly drew his saber, flipped his hand to grip the sharp blade, directly offering the ice-cold saber hilt to Yuan Jiang. “Come, grip the saber. Unconvinced? Hack me.”
Sudden change.
Pushing the scene’s atmosphere to the peak.
Yuan Jiang’s Adam’s apple rolled violently up and down, right hand under the table trembling even more, staring deadly at the saber hilt within reach.
“I’ll count to three.”
“3!”
Yuan Jiang clenched his teeth tightly.
“2!”
Yuan Jiang panted like an ox.
“1!”
Yuan Jiang took a deep breath.
Lin Fan sheathed the saber, backhand another slap, grabbed the opponent’s head, shook violently. “Gave you a chance, but you’re useless.”
“Fierce Tiger Gang? Heh!”
“Hall Master? Heh!”
“Yuan Jiang, Master Yuan? Heh!”
“You’re just a waste who doesn’t even dare take the damn saber.”
Yuan Jiang’s eyes were red, bloodshot.
Lin Fan said coldly, “Finished eating? Finished, then get lost.”
Yuan Jiang struggled up, surrounding subordinates came to support, but he pushed them away, dragging his crippled leg, inching toward the stairs.
“Paid for the meal?”
Yuan Jiang stopped, pulled silver from his bosom, didn’t look at the amount, angrily slapped it on the table. The sound declared his unwillingness and fury.
Smack—
Lin Fan raised his hand for a slap.
“The table’s yours? Why slap so hard? Apologize to the table.”
Yuan Jiang breathed heavily, staring deadly at Lin Fan with a mocking expression, suppressing his fury, gritting teeth.
“Sorry.”
“Scram.”
Lin Fan spat one word flatly.
Yuan Jiang left, disgraced and humiliated.
He really wanted to roar: I just came to eat and act cool, show off my might, how did I run into this damn thing.
The restaurant was deathly silent.
Those who hadn’t seen Master Lin handle things had their eyes opened at this moment.
Domineering, really too domineering.
They thought they’d never learn it in a lifetime.
“Continue eating your meals. No need to worry about security; the Public Security Bureau guarantees your safety.” Lin Fan said, leading Yang Ming out of the restaurant. The shopkeeper respectfully saw them to the door, standing there bowing in thanks.
“Bro, you’re too awesome. Yuan Jiang didn’t even dare move.” Yang Ming admired him utterly.
Lin Fan said, “Move? If he dared, the sun would rise from the west. Yuan Jiang has a case, killed someone, the family always wanting justice. Didn’t he find someone to take the fall?”
Yang Ming nodded, knowing this matter. “Mm, he did. That person turned himself in, admitted everything right away, said he did the killing, but clearly he didn’t.”
“You know where the fall guy’s family is, right?”
“Yes.”
“Let’s go visit them.”
“Alrighty.”
Yang Ming knew Brother Lin was going to deal with Yuan Jiang.
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