Chapter 82: Who are you? Who gave you permission to block the road here?

The leading young man sized up Qiao Sheng and said, "What are you looking at? Didn't you see we came here to eat? Hurry up and greet us!"

Qiao Lanhua and the others came out, saw, and frightened, hid behind Qiao Sheng.

These people were clearly up to no good.

Qiao Sheng pursed her lips and said, "Please come in."

Her calm greeting surprised the several young men who had come, and they swaggered in from outside.

Qiao Sheng had already sent Qiao Lanhua and the others to the kitchen, and she was alone outside attending to them.

"Here's the menu, order whatever you want to eat."

The leading young man took the menu, set it aside, and reached to pull the cloth off Qiao Sheng's face; she sidestepped to avoid it: "If you're not here to eat, then please leave."

"Give face, don't want face—smash!"

The leading young man took the opportunity to cause trouble; the few men who came with him all sprang into action, grabbing whatever they could and smashing it.

"You…"

Qiao Xuehua rushed out to try to stop them.

Qiao Sheng blocked her: "Go back."

"Big sister…"

Qiao Xuehua shouted out.

She didn't understand why Qiao Sheng was stopping her.

Qiao Sheng said, "Can you outshout them, or can you beat them in a fight?"

Qiao Xuehua was momentarily speechless; Qiao Lanhua ran over and pulled her back.

"Shut the kitchen door!"

After giving instructions, Qiao Sheng pulled out her spare stick and swung it at one of the young men.

He was hit squarely by her.

The man, furious, lunged at Qiao Sheng.

Qiao Sheng sidestepped to dodge, then kicked him out of the shop.

Seeing his brother knocked down outside and wailing, the leading young man said in a low voice, "All of you, attack—beat that stinking woman hard, then smash things!"

"Beat her?"

"Who's going to beat whom is still up in the air!"

While Qiao Sheng was fighting them,

A carriage came from a side street, and as it arrived, several dissolute young men blocked it: "What are you doing? You can't pass this street now—please detour!"

"Who are you? Who gave you permission to block the road here?"

The coachman stopped the carriage, glared at them, and said.

Seeing that even a mere coachman was so arrogant, those dissolute young men reached out to grab him, but before they could touch him, a young man in black clothing emerged from inside and swept a kick at them.

"Go!"

The coachman opened his mouth and said, "Shi Qi, you're really awesome; I wish I were as capable as you…"

"Go!"

Shi Qi's voice was a bit deeper than before.

The coachman didn't dare say anything else; he urged the carriage toward Qiao's Small Restaurant. As they got closer, he saw several people lying on the ground groaning, and he immediately halted the carriage.

"Shi Qi, look."

Shi Qi lifted the carriage curtain, leapt down to the groaning person, sized him up, then glanced toward the restaurant, and another young man flew out from inside.

"Come cause trouble in my grandmother's place—looking for a beating!"

Qiao Sheng came out holding her stick.

Shi Qi walked over calmly: "Same as yesterday, a plate of sweet and sour spare ribs, a plate of twice-cooked pork, a plate of fish-flavored shredded pork, a plate…"

"Got it, wait!"

Qiao Sheng still wanted to strike a few more blows, but the men lying on the ground saw her approach, scrambled up and ran—yet they hadn't gone far when something hit their legs, sending them crashing down.

Qiao Sheng raised her eyebrows slightly, stepped forward, and gave each of them a few more blows with the stick.

"Get lost!"

(End of chapter)