Chapter 385: with translation of chapter title

In the official and business circles of Haishan Shi, anyone with some social standing, whenever they have a banquet or social engagement, likes to book a private room at the Dragon Palace Banquet.

The Dragon Palace Banquet enjoys great fame in Haishan Shi.

Whether it's the Auspicious Hall or the Satisfaction Hall in the hotel, or the Achievement Hall and the Fame Hall, just hearing the names of these private rooms brings a certain emotional value.

Of course, officials and businessmen like to patronize the Dragon Palace Banquet, not just for a lucky omen.

More importantly, they need to give face to the Dragon King.

On the Dragon King's territory, if officials and dignitaries hold a banquet without going to the Dragon Palace Banquet, the Dragon King's third prince, Zheng Sanshui, really dares to bring people to overturn the tables.

Zheng Sanshui overturning the officials' tables is no different from his subordinate Scarface Qiang overturning the fishermen's stalls; he fears nothing.

Today Zheng Sanshui's mood is not very pleasant.

The atmosphere in the Satisfaction Hall is also very solemn.

Scarface Qiang and his two brothers, with bandages wrapped around them, stood heads down and dejected before Zheng Sanshui; their beaten-down, cowardly appearance ruined Zheng Sanshui's mood.

"Three against one, and they ended up like this! Is the opponent Nezha? Does he have three heads and six arms? Attack your mother!"

Zheng Sanshui's complexion was not just gloomy; the wine glass in his hand was about to be crushed by his grip. How fierce his grip was can be seen from the veins bulging on the back of his hand.

The people at the old dock must pay the sea god's money; this is a rule he himself established.

Over the years, no fisherman has ever dared not to pay, but now this rule has been broken by a nameless outsider, which makes him feel humiliated.

Zheng Sanshui angrily roared: "Mute? Speak!"

"No… it's not Nezha…"

Scarface Qiang simply dared not meet Zheng Sanshui's gaze.

He stammered, head lowered, looking for an excuse: "Brother Shui… that outsider is really arrogant; he didn't even put you in his eyes. When we gave your name, he stepped on us even harder! He also said… he also said…"

"I'll fucking whip you, believe it or not!"

Zheng Sanshui is hot-tempered and hates when people hem and haw, beating around the bush.

Seeing Scarface Qiang stuck on the words "also said," Zheng Sanshui picked up his wine cup as if to smash someone. This angry move made Scarface Qiang tremble all over, nearly wetting his pants.

Scarface Qiang anxiously observed Zheng Sanshui's expression.

He quickly lowered his head and replied: "That outsider said, 'Whatever you call yourself, Shui Ge or Tu Ge, if you dare block my path, even if the Dragon King himself came, he'd still get flayed and have his tendons pulled out! You, Shui Ge, are nothing.'"

The latter part was fabricated by Scarface Qiang himself, embellishing the story to make a bigger fuss, just to vent his resentment.

"Damn!"

Zheng Sanshui suddenly rose to his feet and overturned the table in front of him.

Wine cups and tableware crashed to the floor; the shattering sound was like a doomsday symphony, frightening all the underlings nearby into holding their breath, none daring to make a sound.

Scarface Qiang, however, lifted his head to glance at Zheng Sanshui's expression, then adopted a wronged posture: "He didn't even see you in his eyes; at that moment I wanted to chop him with one knife. Mainly I underestimated his reaction speed. My knife hadn't even touched him when he shot a steel bar from behind, bending and injuring my knee; now walking hurts."

"Where is that outsider now?"

Zheng Sanshui, his eyes flashing with killing intent, coldly stared at Scarface Qiang.

Scarface Qiang replied: "I've had my brothers keep an eye on him; that kid seems to have some money, driving an out-of-town licensed Audi A6, and he went to the Hai'an Guoji Dajiudian tonight."

"Round up the men and follow me!"

To regain face, Zheng Sanshui personally led his men out, heading straight for the Hai'an Guoji Dajiudian.

At the same time.

Lin Dongfan, who was at the Hai'an Guoji Dajiudian, had just wrapped a towel around himself and stepped out of the bathing area, one hand using a towel to wipe his wet hair, the other holding his phone for a video call with Chu Lingxi.

"The child is crying, and you don't even go check—what kind of mother are you?" Lin Dongfan said.

Chu Lingxi sat cross-legged on the sofa, munching on kebabs as she replied: "If she cries herself out, she won't cry." That's a real mother; a foundling would rarely be so cruel.

Their eldest son, Lin Fuxing, is already three years old and now rarely cries.

Their little daughter, Lin Zhao Xia, was born in November 2011; she is still under two years old, three months younger than Sun Zhiqing's son, Sun Mumlin.

Also, Yin Qiuhong's son Yin Weishang is younger than Lin Fuxing, born in winter 2010.

The old gentleman with a house full of great-grandsons.

Currently, they still don't know that the number of their great-grandsons is actually double what is known.

If they knew, the old gentleman would probably be worrying with a horsewhip, wondering whether he should lash Lin Dongfan, this good-for-nothing; it's a very contradictory issue.

Of course, Chu Lingxi also doesn't know; otherwise she'd likely not be in the mood to eat barbecue.

Chu Lingxi enthusiastically admired Lin Dongfan's abs: "Husband, Wu Yue called me, saying the family matters have been settled; she'll come back tomorrow with the kids. Do you want me to come to Haishan to keep you company?"

"Definitely don't come."

"My heart is broken, and you don't even want me."

"Haishan's situation is very complicated; if we investigate openly, we'll find nothing. I have no choice—I can only take the risk of going undercover. If you come, you'll expose my identity."

"Oh, then be careful; bring a few more bodyguards when you go out."

"Got it, you don't need to worry about me. The daughter keeps crying; go comfort her quickly. I'll hang up now—I expect someone will come knocking for trouble soon, so I need to prepare."

"Husband, the trouble you mentioned—could it be that bad people want to kill you?"

"Don't overthink it; it's just trash talk. Bye."

Afraid Chu Lingxi would worry, Lin Dongfan casually brushed it off with a couple of sentences and hung up.

Taking advantage of the fact that those hooligans hadn't yet come to kill him, Lin Dongfan hastily changed clothes and prepared to leave the Hai'an Guoji Dajiudian; he had come here just to take a shower.

Before Lao Ba and the others arrive in Haishan Shi, Lin Dongfan does not intend to confront them head-on.

First, hide out of respect!

Although he has the confidence of taking on ten opponents.

But who knows how many people the other side will bring?

Will they bring weapons?

Do they have guns?

Nobody can predict these things; right now there's no need to risk one's life fighting a bunch of thugs to the death.

If one ends up like Liang Wei, dying before achieving success, it would indeed be embarrassing.

Lin Dongfan had just reached the first-floor lobby when he saw two seven-seat business cars screech to a halt at the hotel entrance. Sensing trouble, Lin Dongfan turned and ran toward the fire escape.

As expected.

In the next second, the car doors flew open simultaneously and a dozen or so young men stepped out, the leader being Zheng Sanshui.

Zheng Sanshui headed straight for the front desk.

He threw a punch at the counter, slamming it and angrily asking the front desk attendant: "Which room is the out-of-town guest staying in tonight?"

The front desk attendant jumped in fright.

She didn't dare provoke Zheng Sanshui, so she cleverly replied: "You… you mean which out-of-town guest? There are several out-of-town guests checked in tonight; I don't know which one you mean…"

"Male, wearing a white shirt!"

Zheng Sanshui glared angrily and slammed another punch onto the counter.

By now the front desk attendant had guessed that the person Zheng Sanshui was asking about was likely the handsome guy who had just run toward the fire escape.

Since the person had already left, the front desk attendant honestly replied: "It seems to be… room 1208…"

"Go!"

Zheng Sanshui turned and led his dozen or so brothers into the elevator.

By then, Lin Dongfan had already left Hai'an Guoji Dajiudian through the back door of the fire escape, driving his black Audi back to the old dock, intending to find Fu Bo to learn more.