Chapter 44: Soft Egg Man

  Zhao Ziyang's appearance gives people a harmless feeling, he doesn't have a particularly fierce exterior, nor does he have a pair of eyes that are always cold. On the contrary, his overall impression is very sunny and warm, seemingly not possessing too much killing power.

  "What are you?" The leader shouted at Zhao Ziyang in a low voice: "Mind your own business, Black Tiger Gang, roll away!"

  The Black Tiger Gang's signboard is quite loud in Chinatown, although it doesn't have the reputation of an old-school gang, but the Black Tiger Gang is more arrogant and domineering. In comparison, the older gangs are relatively low-key because they look down on these small restaurants. As the saying goes, "You eat meat and let others drink soup", the Black Tiger Gang is the kind that drinks soup.

  "Haha......" Zhao Ziyang smiled and said to the leader, "If you want money, just ask for it, no need to resort to violence. There are many things that can be discussed, such as between us."

  "What's there to talk about?" The leader of the Chinese men stared at Zhao Ziyang, sizing him up and wondering what his true intentions were.

  However, he couldn't see anything either. The real big shots of the gang wouldn't bring people out to collect protection fees; he was just a small leader.

  Zhao Ziyang rescued Zhao Changzhen and let the little guy stay far away, while he himself walked towards the leader. He wanted to have a good talk with this guy, a thorough talk.

  Zhao Changzheng got his freedom and ran back home without looking back.

  Seeing Zhao Ziyang standing in front of him, the leader of the Black Tiger Gang glared at the young man in a suit with a pair of ferocious eyes, and his subordinates surrounded Zhao Ziyang.

  "How to talk..."

  "Boom!"

  As soon as he opened his mouth to speak, the leader of the Black Tiger Gang saw a bloodthirsty gaze bursting out of Zhao Ziyang's eyes, his eyes filled with a murderous aura, cruel and terrifying.

  Right on cue, Zhao Ziyang punched him hard in the head, sending him crashing to the ground.

  With a loud crash, the leader of the Black Tiger Gang, Liso, fell to the ground, with two lines of fresh blood seeping out of his nostrils. The left side of his face was heavily embedded with glass shards and his body twitched slightly. His eyes bulged out slightly and he was in a daze.

  "Bang", Zhao Ziyang stepped on the leader's neck, using his foot to grind him, making his cheek and glass shards more closely connected.

  "Cheers!"

  One of his subordinates saw their boss being heavily hit and immediately let out a loud shout, drew out a dagger and rushed towards Zhao Ziyang.

  With a "whoosh" sound, a dark light flashed from Zhao Ziyang's left hand, and the Nepalese military knife tore through the air to slash towards him.

  The blade flashed by, and this subordinate felt a chill in his wrist. Then he saw his hand fall off from his wrist and drop to the ground.

  His wrist was stark white, and it wasn't until he came to his senses that he realized his wrist had been chopped off by the other person, at which point blood gushed out of his wrist.

  Fear flooded every pore of his body, a part of him suddenly detached from himself, this scene would stimulate his fear to the extreme.

  "Ah!!!!!!!......" A painful howl escaped his mouth, he grabbed the palm that had fallen to the ground and desperately connected it to his wrist, completely forgetting everything else.

  Bang!

  A dull thud was heard, and the wailing stopped. Zhao Ziyang kicked his opponent in the head with one foot, knocking him unconscious.

  At this time, Zhao Changzheng also ran out with a deboning knife. When he saw the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but open his mouth and stare there stupidly.

  At this time, other members of the Black Tiger Gang were nowhere to be seen, they were frightened by Zhao Ziyang's ferocity and their legs went soft, they dragged their bodies and wanted to escape.

  A flash of black light, and the chain around one member's neck was severed by a Nepalese military knife. The skin on his neck broke out in goosebumps from the cold, but remained unscathed.

  "Don't go, let's have a good talk." Zhao Ziyang's voice was still harmless to humans and animals, sounding like he was negotiating with everyone.

  But beneath this tone of doing business was an absolute irreversibility that made the remaining few people stand there obediently, not daring to move.

  Just then, the door of the restaurant was pushed open and Zhao Zhen returned after finishing his business.

  When he saw what was in front of him, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, but his eyes didn't change at all, enough to show that this scene wasn't anything significant to him.

  "Brother......" Zhao Zhen Rong called out to Zhao Zi Yang with a very displeased tone.

  In his own restaurant, the Black Tiger Gang's men had their hands chopped off. It was probably because this matter was more troublesome, and you couldn't tolerate these guys' harassment day and night. But when Zhao Zhen looked at his son, he clearly saw the finger marks on Zhao Changzheng's neck where he was pinched with a deboning knife.

  No need to say anything, everything is clear. The son was bullied and Zhao Ziyang helped him out, how can you blame others? On the contrary, we should thank them.

  "Dad, they've come to collect money again, this is the fourth time this month!" Zhao Changzheng said to Zhao Zhenzhen, his face filled with indignation.

  "Hmm." Zhao Zhen Rong nodded, and upon seeing the Nepalese military knife in Zhao Zi Yang's hand, his eyes immediately shot out a dazzling ray of light: Good sword!

  A brilliant light flashed by, and Zhao Zhen Rong looked towards Zhao Zi Yang.

  "Brother, how about leaving the rest to me?" Zhao Zhen Rong sought Zhao Zi Yang's opinion.

  With a swish, the Nepalese military knife was put away by Zhao Ziyang, who took a step back and left the rest to Zhao Zhenzhen.

  "Take it and go, hurry up, you can still make it in time." Zhao Zhen let these guys get lost.

  Upon hearing Zhao Zhen Rong's words, they didn't move their feet but instead placed their eyes on Zhao Zi Yang, waiting for his response.

  They were afraid of Zhao Ziyang, but they weren't afraid of this Sichuan restaurant's boss.

  Zhao Ziyang nodded slightly, and these guys quickly lifted their boss, carrying the severed hand and another companion hastily leaving, not even daring to look back.

  "Come over here!" Zhao Xuan's face was gloomy as he yelled at his own son.

  Zhao Changzheng walked over with a honest and simple expression, but his face showed strong discontent and stubbornness.

  With a loud "slap", Zhao Zhenzhen gave Zhao Changzheng a hard slap.

  "Zhao Ge, you..."

  "None of your business!" Zhao Zhen's voice rang out, his tone filled with an inexplicable air of arrogance and domineering, as if Zhao Zi Yang was just a small soldier under him.

  Someone else was teaching his son, Zhao Ziyang naturally couldn't intervene, he retreated to the side, quietly watching, feeling the breath released from Zhao Jiong's tone just now. He dared to confirm that Zhao Jiong had not only fought in self-defense counterattack wars, but also had other experiences, because the breath released at that moment was very similar to theirs - butcher + assassin + soldier!

  "Just give me the money!" Zhao Ze shouted at his son, looking at the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth and roaring: "Damn it, how did I raise such an ungrateful son, always causing trouble for me?"

  Zhao Changzheng, who had been slapped, knelt on the ground, his head held high, his face full of stubbornness, and he was filled with resentment towards Zhao Zhenzhen's scolding.

  "Still glaring?! Zhao Zhenzhen glared with both eyes, casually picked up the baseball bat that had been left beside him, and was about to strike Zhao Changzheng's body."

  With a "thud", the baseball bat heavily struck Zhao Changzheng's body, causing his body to shudder violently.

  But this kid was a hard nut to crack, still looking at his father with an expression of defiance.

  "My god, the world has turned upside down!" Zhao Changzheng glared at Zhao Zhenzhen, who threw away his baseball bat and pulled out a thorny whip from behind the bar.

  At the sight of this thorny whip, Zhao Changzheng could no longer hold back, and with a whoosh, he stood up, pointing at Zhao Zhenzhen's nose and shouting loudly.

  "You're just a soft egg! If you weren't my old man, I would have beaten you up long ago!" Zhao Changzheng continued to yell with an excited face: "Every day someone comes to collect protection fees, isn't it because they think you're a soft egg? Why don't other restaurants have this problem? You still have the nerve to hit me, I look down on your stinky behavior, are you even a man? I just can't figure out how Grandpa could give birth to such a soft egg like you, I'm ashamed of you!"

  Zhao Zhenzhen's face turned bright red with rage as he was scolded by his own son, and he raised the thorny whip in his hand.

  "Hit me, hit me, hit me hard!" Zhao Changzheng stretched his neck, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he shouted at Zhao Zhenzhen: "If you beat me to death, I can see my mother!"

  The thorny whip fell, and the anger on Zhao's face dissipated, replaced by a thick sense of guilt and self-reproach. In an instant, his waist slumped, making him look much older, and the whole person was wrapped in a boundless desolation.

  "Get out...!" Zhao Zhen Rong weakly shouted at Zhao Chang Zheng, throwing the thorny whip to the ground.

  Zhao Changzheng wiped his eyes and winked at Zhao Ziyang before turning around and running towards his own room.

  Zhao Ziyang shook his head, he was so frustrated by this kid that he couldn't help but laugh. It seemed that this trick had been used countless times before. However, the kid's psychology must be uncomfortable, and his own father was indeed a bit too indulgent. Who would have thought that in such a situation, someone would want to take responsibility for their family? After all, his grandfather was what kind of person - an old revolutionary who had experienced over a hundred brutal battles! His descendants absolutely could not lose face, they had to live like real men.

  From another perspective, Zhao Changzheng's idol is his grandfather. Since he was a child, the influence of his upbringing has shaped his bold and passionate personality. He is born with a strong backbone, it is impossible to make him bow down to others, this kid is an extremely proud person.

  "It's okay." Zhao Ziyang gently patted Zhao Zhengying's shoulder.

  "It's nothing." Zhao Zhenzhen rubbed his face, revealing a bitter smile: "Alas, this kid doesn't understand things and has no idea how much trouble he'll stir up. But I have to thank you, if it weren't for your help, with Zhang Zheng's temper, we would definitely be in big trouble."

  "It's nothing, we're all Chinese." Zhao Ziyang said to Zhao Zhenzhen, but in his heart, he had an inexplicable feeling of discontent.

  The Chinese people's favorite thing is infighting, even when they are overseas. The word "endure" has given the Chinese people a layer of slave mentality, it's not that some problems can't be seen through, but rather because of the influence of ancient teachings.

  It was clear that Zhao Zhen's mood was not good, and Zhao Zi Yang also found it inconvenient to continue staying. He chatted with him for a few sentences and then bid farewell and left. He could see that Zhao Zhen must have thought of his deceased wife, and at this time, the man needed to be alone.

  Walk out of the restaurant and head right, cross the intersection and continue forward for about 100 meters to reach Zhao Ziyang's hotel. At this time, it was rush hour, and Chinatown showed its most lively and prosperous side of the day.

  Zhao Ziyang walked slowly through the crowd, occasionally stopping in front of some small stalls with a look of great interest. However, he was using his peripheral vision to scan the surroundings, with a smile on his face.

  Someone was following him, but the follower's skills were not impressive.

  It shouldn't be said that Zhao Zi Yang discovered the other party through their unskilled tracking skills, but rather his sixth sense told him. Generally speaking, when a person is walking on the street and uses their eyes to look at another stranger, it will absolutely not exceed three seconds. Those who can be looked at several times are either beauties or people who don't fit in with their surroundings.

  But Zhao Ziyang, dressed in a Western suit, was no different from the people around him. The UK is a country with a long history of civilization, and they are very particular about their clothing. Stable and elegant suits are naturally their first choice.

  Under these circumstances, Zhao Ziyang clearly felt that there was a pair of eyes staring at him from behind, and keeping a certain distance from him.

  Cell division regeneration appears abnormal Zhao Ziyang, and his sixth sense is much stronger than before, so he is sure that he is being followed.

  Taking two quick steps forward, Zhao Ziyang pulled out a small mobile phone and pressed it with one hand, then quickly turned into a small alley.

  Saw Zhao Ziyang turn into a small alley, and the figure behind him also walked quickly over, rushing into the alley. But the person who walked into the alley stopped for a moment, he didn't see Zhao Ziyang's figure, as if he had vanished into thin air.