a coarse person

"I... I..."

"What are your responsibilities?"

"To provide enthusiastic service to every guest."

"Who do you understand as guests?"

"Every... person who patronizes our store."

"Then, does he count as a guest?"

"Yes."

"But I saw you letting your guest 'help themselves.' Is that within your scope of duties?"

The waitress was embarrassed by her series of questions, wishing she could find a hole to hide in. "I... I'm sorry..."

"You haven't done anything to apologize to me for. Why are you apologizing to me?"

The waitress immediately turned to Ye Chong, bowing, "I'm sorry."

Just as she was about to leave, the woman added, "We haven't ordered yet, are you going to bring us tap water?"

The waitress could only stand there dumbfounded, neither leaving nor staying, in utter embarrassment.

The woman sat down opposite Ye Chong and didn't even take the menu handed to her by the waitress. "This is my esteemed guest; you should give him the menu."

The waitress was close to tears, reluctantly handing the menu to Ye Chong.

To be honest, even Ye Chong was impressed by now. He finally understood that the cruelest thing in the world wasn't men bullying women or women bullying men, but rather women bullying women.

He almost couldn't bear to torment the girl any longer, so he handed the menu to the woman across from him with a grin. "I'm not picky; anything is fine. Why don't you choose?"

The woman nodded, not even glancing at the menu. She directly described several dishes. Just when the waitress thought she was off the hook, the woman added, "It seems like you've forgotten something again."

"What?"

"This gentleman asked for a glass of tap water at the beginning. Did you forget?"

The waitress's expression changed again. "I... I didn't forget. I'll go get it right away..."

Before the waitress could make a quick escape, Ye Chong also got a taste of this woman's prowess. "Sorry for being late, got stuck in traffic."

Su Mo Ning smiled faintly, then her expression suddenly became weird. "You smell strange."

"What smell?"

"Can't describe it, it's like... a smell of blood..."

"Probably because my clothes haven't been washed for a long time and they're starting to smell like salted fish."

Su Mo Ning wanted to say something more, but suddenly heard the voice from the TV on the wall, immediately diverting her attention.

"Now interrupting with an urgent news bulletin. I'm currently at the bottom of a mountain tunnel in the eastern section of the third ring road in our city, where a serious criminal case has just occurred this afternoon. Behind me is the scene of the crime. As everyone can see, two cars have exploded and caught fire. According to preliminary information, the deceased are five adult males, their bodies already burnt. Their identities are not yet clear. The police are conducting an urgent investigation at the scene. Not far behind me is Officer Chen, who is in charge of this case. Let's now hear the latest developments from her..."

The camera quickly focused on a beautiful policewoman, instantly catching everyone's attention.

Ye Chong could see clearly; that girl was none other than Chen Xiruo, who had almost blown his head off with a gun!

"Officer Chen, can you disclose the latest developments?"

"No comment."

"I believe the public must be eager to know whether the deceased were harmed by someone, if their identities have been confirmed, where you think the perpetrator might come from. Also, there have been several criminal cases in the city recently. Earlier today, a major homicide occurred in a shooting club in our city. Do you think there might be any connection between these cases? Can you give a deadline for solving these cases? Otherwise, if this continues, who will ensure the safety of the public..."

Before the female officer could finish her series of questions, she snatched the microphone from the reporter, coldly addressing the camera, "Whoever you are, listen up, even if you run to the ends of the earth, I will personally catch you!"

Seeing this, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk appeared at the corner of Ye Chong's mouth.

Su Mo Ning's expression dimmed. "What's wrong with this world? Why are there so many deranged people?"

"Everyone has their reasons for doing things; maybe those people have their own reasons."

"What reason could justify murder?"

"There are many murderers in this world, police officers, soldiers, politicians; some spill blood, some don't."

Su Mo Ning raised her head, about to say something, when exquisite dishes were brought to the table, she changed the subject, "Let's not talk about unhappy things anymore, let's eat."

Looking at the table full of delicious dishes, Ye Chong couldn't wait any longer and started picking up his chopsticks to eat.

Su Mo Ning sat at the dining table, propping her chin with one hand, quietly watching the man in front of her devouring his food.

Ye Chong puffed up his cheeks and grinned, "I must look ugly when eating, but what can I do? I'm just a rough person."

Su Mo Ning's eyes slightly narrowed, "Are you really a construction worker?"

"Yeah."

"What exactly do you do?"

"Simply put, I swing a sledgehammer. I don't know any technical stuff; I just work hard to earn a living," Ye Chong said, pointing to his thick calluses.

"It must be tough," Su Mo Ning noticed.

"I'm tough, and hard work doesn't kill me. It's just that that scumbag, Ma Hong, is too heartless. He actually withheld our hard-earned money. At first, I could barely manage, but later on, I couldn't even make ends meet. I do manual labor. How can I work hard if I'm not fed?" He chuckled. "I can't compare to you white-collar folks. I only think about one thing every day: how to fill my stomach."

Upon hearing this, Su Mo Ning's expression subtly changed. "Then why didn't you leave that company earlier?"

Ye Chong smiled bitterly. "I don't even have a hukou. Who would hire me?"

"What are your plans for the future?"

Ye Chong took a drag of his cigarette. "What plans can I have? Take it one step at a time. As long as I don't starve to death, there's always a way. By the way, how did you get my phone number?"

"Don't forget, I was with you when you were out of it."

"I got drunk yesterday. What happened afterward?"

Ye Chong hoped to figure out what had happened last night from this woman.

Su Mo Ning turned her face away. "I'm sorry, I don't want to talk about it anymore."

Ye Chong fell silent for a moment, feeling like he had dribbled the ball all the way from one end of the field, passed through obstacles, dribbled past the goalkeeper, only to miss the goal in the end!

He was about to inquire further when a commotion erupted outside the shop. Looking out through the window, they saw several luxury cars mixed with a dozen modified motorcycles parked at the entrance. The headlights illuminated the entire street, and the roar of engines made the glass rattle.

They glanced around and finally settled on a Peugeot taxi. "Is it that one?"

"Absolutely, I can recognize it even if it's burnt to ashes."

"That kid must be inside. Let's go in and check."

With a bang, the door was kicked open, and a group of men and women in leather jackets and jeans rushed in.

The leader, a young man in his twenties with a Harley earring and permed hair, stood in the center of the hall, holding a helmet. His voice was neither loud nor soft as he asked, "Whose taxi is parked outside?"

Everyone in the shop was intimidated by their demeanor, not daring to speak!

Ye Chong immediately recognized the guy as the racer he had inadvertently challenged. He hadn't expected this guy to chase him all the way here for such a trivial matter. It seemed like trouble was brewing.

In full view of everyone, he voluntarily raised his hand, and a strange look flashed in the leader's eyes when he saw him.

The leader assessed him from a distance, full of disdain, then turned his gaze to Su Mo Ning. "Mo Ning, what are you doing here?"

Su Mo Ning furrowed her brows, turning her face away.

The leader approached Ye Chong. "Is the taxi with the license plate 8279 yours?"

"Yeah, I'm just having a meal. If you need a ride, find someone else," Ye Chong said casually, not forgetting to eat.

The leader coldly asked, "Was it you who overtook my car on the Third Ring just now?"

"Oh, I was in a hurry to eat, and I accidentally overtook you."

He said it nonchalantly, but it sounded extremely sarcastic to the other party. A Peugeot overtaking a Ferrari was still just an "accident"?

"What's your name?"

"Why? Are you checking my ID?"

"Damn it!" Before the leader could speak, a chubby guy with dyed blonde hair came over, swinging a thick chain in his arm, and raised his fist. "After midnight, he calls the shots on the Third Ring. The cops can't do anything he can't! Open your eyes wide and see what this is!"

Ye Chong followed his finger and saw a metal plate hanging from the leader's neck, engraved with: FCC, NO.1.

Ye Chong squinted. "I'm not well-educated, but I know that you should show some basic respect when talking to someone. Don't wave your dog paws in front of me."

The chubby guy charged towards Ye Chong's chest with his fist. "You bloody peasant dare to be so arrogant? Let me see what you can do!" He didn't finish his sentence before his voice abruptly stopped, as if his tongue had been sliced off.

Everyone was stunned, and when they looked again, they found that the chubby guy's arm had been twisted by Ye Chong, who now had one foot on the chubby guy's thick neck. The pain made him turn his back and kneel on one leg, his arm emitting crackling sounds, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans dripped down his chubby cheeks.

No one moved, no one even made a sound. Everyone wore the same expression.

Who could have imagined that a nonchalant guy would subdue a 200-pound chubby guy in just a second!

When the street racers came to their senses, they rushed forward one after another.

Before they could reach Ye Chong, there was a cracking sound, and the chubby guy's arm was forcefully dislocated, making him scream like a slaughtered pig. Instantly, those people dared not take another step forward.