Chapter 106: A Turn for the Better

  "Zhang's mother suddenly remembered that Jian Guo was injured and hurriedly said: 'Jian Guo, let's hurry to the hospital to bandage your wound.'"

  Jian Guo shook his head: "No way, go get the marriage certificate first." His expression was like that of a mischievous and stubborn little boy, making others want to laugh.

  "Come on, I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere."

  Jian Guo tilted his head, saying with a serious yet joking tone: "Your noodle shop business is booming, who knows if you're afraid that the great chef of the noodle shop will suddenly die and the business can't continue, so you use marriage to stabilize me? I'll feel at ease only after seeing the certificate being issued!"

  Although Zhang's mother was driven to tears and laughter by Jian Guo, she was also very worried about Jian Guo's injuries. In the end, she had no choice but to compromise: "I agree to marry you now, let these children be our witnesses, is that okay?"

  Everyone, including Pang Guang and Zhang Xiaoting, listened to Zhang Dama's suggestion and nodded in agreement. Jian Guo Shu finally agreed with a smile, and like a heroic figure in a martial arts film, he bowed his fist to the crowd: "Thank you all for your help." After that, he patted Pang Guang on the shoulder: "Young man, you're quite skilled at fighting. Come here often when you have time, and we'll spar together."

  Pang Guang felt a bit embarrassed and humbly said, "I rely solely on brute force when fighting, how can I compare to you? It's effortless for me to fight them."

  "Zhang's mother scolded from the side: "Jianguo, you don't have to rush to flatter, there will be plenty of time later, hurry up and go with me to the hospital to bandage your wound."

  "Alright." Jian Guo agreed and specifically said to Pang Guang: "Don't forget, remember to come over often to spar in the future!"

  "Definitely, definitely." Pang Guang smiled and replied, revealing two rows of white teeth, looking very good. However, he only smiled for less than a second before his smile froze because he saw those little rascals coming back again. This time they were more cunning, surrounding the entrance and slapping the glass door with a "slap" sound, but no one dared to step into the store half a step.

  "What the hell do they want to do now?" Pang Guang picked up a chair and was about to rush over, when the leader of the hoodlums spoke up: "I swear on my golden hair that I won't let today's account go just like this. As long as you're still in this city, I'll come looking for trouble every day."

  "Get out of here, you damned Golden Retriever! I'll beat you to death!" Pang Guang was furious and quickly chased after them. When that group saw Pang Guang coming, they immediately scattered like they had seen a ghost. Pang Guang ended up grasping at thin air.

  "Damn it." Pang Guang returned with a scowl, asking Jian Guo: "Uncle, who are these people and why won't they let up?"

  Jianguo sighed and said, "These people are here to collect protection fees. I chased them away once before, and that blond guy was beaten to the point of breaking his bones. Unexpectedly, in less than half a month, they've gathered so many people and brought their tools to my doorstep again. This business is getting harder and harder to do!" As soon as Jianguo finished speaking, the glass door at the entrance made a "pa pa" sound again, obviously, the little rascals who had scattered earlier had surrounded them once more. These little rascals were quite resilient, you chase me, I escape, you don't chase me, and I'll come back again. Even if we can't beat you, we'll still harass you to death.

  Pang Guang was so enraged by this hooligan-like provocation that his teeth were almost clenched to pieces, but he didn't chase after him, because he knew that even if he did, the little rascal would still run away without a trace like before, and when you stopped chasing, he would come back to provoke you again.

  Jianguo reluctantly withdrew his gaze from the glass door, a look of worry on his face: "These scoundrels, if they continue to cause trouble like this, it's not going to work out. No matter how fiercely or viciously they behave, I'm not afraid. What I fear most is that they'll be like this every day, causing trouble without a fight, and this noodle shop won't be able to stay open."

  Zhang Xiaoting took over the conversation, her expression very heavy: "In all these years, how many couples have been brought together by this noodle shop? Suddenly being surrounded by a group of thugs, who will dare to come in the future? It's likely that Zhang Dama's painstaking efforts to bring people together will be wasted."

  Pang Guang looked through Zhang Xiaoting's silk scarf and saw Zhang Xiaoting's serious and painful face, adding three points of hatred to the little rascals. As the son of the public security bureau chief, his father was the arch-nemesis of these little rascals, but he didn't think of asking his father for help, possibly because he hadn't developed this habit yet. At this time, a very "capable" person suddenly appeared in his mind, someone who could call off Zhang Jun and others with just one phone call, armed to the teeth. He wondered if this person also had a way to deal with these little rascals. With a try-it-out mentality, he dialed Duan Yuguang's phone number. After a long time, Duan Yuguang finally answered: "Pang Guang, you little brat, why did you suddenly think of me?"

  "Uncle Duan." Pang Guang thought for a moment: "I... I've encountered a bit of trouble, I don't know if Uncle Duan can help me out."

  "Haha, as far as I know, the young master of the Pang family is arrogant and has never had the habit of asking for help when encountering a little trouble." Duan Yugang burst out laughing: "It's good that you know to find Uncle Duan when you're in trouble, but unfortunately, Uncle Duan is not in the country now, he's already flown to the Middle East, and is currently having barbecue with an Arab uncle."

  "The Middle East?" Pang Guang's mouth was agape, as if he had swallowed an egg. What exactly did Duan Shu do, and how did he suddenly end up in the Middle East?

  Duan Yuguang said: "What's the matter that made Pang Dahu's young master so flustered and came to me for help? Uncle Duan is very curious!"

  "It's like this..." Pang Guang recounted the events that had just occurred at the noodle shop to Duan Yuguang, although he knew Duan was in the Middle East and couldn't help with the immediate situation, but out of politeness, he still told him everything.

  Pang Guang hadn't finished speaking when Duan Yuguang burst out laughing: "I think you, the son of a public security bureau chief, have been doing it for nothing. Maintaining social order is the duty of the police, why not just report to the police directly? Your dad will definitely not stand by and do nothing."

  "It won't do, I must thoroughly resolve this issue." Pang Guang glanced at the kind-hearted Zhang Dama and Jian Guo: "Even if we arrest them, it's impossible to keep them locked up for their whole lives. I'm afraid that once they're released, the noodle shop's business will be even harder to manage. The police can control their fighting and quarreling, but they can't control their laziness. It's not possible to have police guarding them every day, is it?"

  Duan Yugang understood what Pang Guang said, "Your meaning is to ask Uncle Duan for help, so that the noodle shop will never have any more trouble?"

  Pang Guang smiled wryly and said, "Probably that's what it means. However, Duan Shu is currently having a barbecue with Uncle Arabia, even if his hands were longer, they wouldn't be able to reach here, thanks for the thought, Duan Shu, I'll think of another way."

  "Pang Guang, wait a minute." Duan Yugang said before hanging up the phone.

  "Hello......hello......" Pang Guang called out a few times before realizing that Duan Yuguang had already hung up the phone. He looked towards the glass door outside, where a group of thugs were squatting at the entrance of the noodle shop, smoking and chatting.

  He couldn't make it to the hospital, so Jian Guo had already bandaged his wound with old clothes with the help of others. Since he was physically strong, this minor injury didn't cause him much harm. Bandaging with old clothes was also what Zhang Dama repeatedly asked for, and he didn't want to worry her, so he agreed. As soon as he finished bandaging, he started scolding anxiously: "These worthless people, how come they haven't left yet? I'll go out and fight them."

  Pang Guang's face suddenly turned red with rage, and he slammed his hand on the table: "I'll go with you."

  The two of them exchanged a glance, and a sense of regret at not meeting earlier arose. They both picked up a chair as if to leave, when suddenly, five Mercedes cars stopped outside the store in unison. Dozens of men with black vests and muscular builds got out of the cars, looking like they were at least ten levels higher than those hoodlums in terms of style.

  The appearance of these people made the people in the noodle shop jump with fright, thinking that a group of thugs had come to cause trouble, and they couldn't help but tense up, carefully watching this group. From their appearance, they were dressed neatly and uniformly, their movements consistent, absolutely a well-trained gang.

  After they got off the car, without saying a word, they directly walked towards the small gangs of thugs, one by one, like an eagle grabbing little chickens, and threw all the thugs into the noodle shop. After the men in black finished doing this, a greasy-faced middle-aged man crawled out of the fifth Mercedes-Benz.

  If the black-clad person's appearance gave everyone a fright, then this person's appearance would absolutely make all the men in attendance tighten up. From his facial features, he was a man, but he had long hair that reached his waist. His attire was also extremely strange, with everything on him being either white or red - a white suit, white pants, a red shirt, and red shoes. The suit and pants weren't pure white, as they were dotted with small red spots that resembled blood; the red shirt and red shoes weren't pure red either, as they had some irregularly-shaped small white dots on them.

  Pang Guang suddenly felt a surge of stomach acid, his chest felt stuffy and hot, and he almost threw up, but with the enemy in front of him, he had to remain calm. Although they had caught the little thug, it was unclear whether they were friend or foe. If they were enemies, why would they be so brutal to the little thug? If they were friends, then why did they seem like a completely different species from what he remembered?

  Pang Guang thought that it might be a friend from Jian Guo, so he cast his gaze towards him, only to find that he too was looking at him with a mixture of surprise and suspicion. His eyes then shifted to the others, but they all looked even more terrified, not at all like people who knew them.

  A man in a red and white striped shirt walked through the crowd of black-clad men and terrified young thugs, and directly approached Pang Guang, bowing deeply: "Mr. Pang, hello!"

  Pang Guang was startled and quickly dodged, "Who are you?"

  "Mr. Pang, sorry about that, I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Sun Xiaohong."

  Pang Guang couldn't help but feel a lump in his throat, thinking to himself, this guy must have another sister named Sun Xiaobai, either red or white, disgusting.

  Hong and Bai looked at each other, seeing Pang Guang not speaking, immediately bowed again: "Mr. Pang, sorry, if you don't like calling me Sun Xiaohong, you can call me Xiao Hong or Hong Jie, both are fine."

  The red and white alternating motion finally made Pang Guang unbearable, and he directly spat out all the noodles of fate that he had eaten earlier. After a few hiccups, he frowned and asked the question: "Who are you? Male or female?"

  "I am Sun Xiaohong. Others take me for a man, but I think of myself as a woman."