Chapter 381: Havoc in Heaven

The situation downstairs was still unclear for the moment, but Fatty's side had already erupted into a full-blown fight. Tables were overturned, dishes shattered all over the floor. Of the four hotel staff who rushed in first, Fatty took down three in an instant, though he himself was also injured. The remaining one, seeing how ferocious Fatty was, dared not approach and quickly retreated out the door, yelling, "Security! Security! Call security up here!"

The old lady on the side was thoroughly shocked by our actions, and the little girl was also pale with fright, hiding behind the middle-aged woman. I looked around, wondering which side I should help. I glanced downstairs—it was quite a height; jumping down would probably be risky. Better to join Fatty in fighting the security guards, that seemed safer.

Just as I was fumbling around for something to use as a weapon, I suddenly saw the old lady's two bodyguards rush in and position themselves between me and them. Only then did the old lady say, "Have you lost your minds? Offending the boss here—do you know what the consequences will be?"

I couldn't care less at this point. Since it had already turned into a riot, I was the type who threw all caution to the wind when I got going. The resentment I had been holding in my heart just poured out all at once. I said, "As you said, this restaurant has been open too long, and the boss has been too comfortable. Someone needs to shake him up. Let's be good guys to the end, see this through to the finish. Today we'll give the big shot here a real shock." With that, I took a sip of tea, smashed the teacup on the floor, and was about to get up and join the melee.

But just as I was about to leave the stool, I immediately remembered my agreement with the old lady. I quickly checked my watch and saw it was already 4:25. A thought suddenly struck me. I asked Fatty, "Can you hold on for another five minutes?"

Fatty was blocking the doorway. He knocked out the last staff member with a headbutt and asked in confusion, "Huh? Damn, you need to take a piss or something?"

I mimicked Fatty's tone and replied, "We've been sitting here this whole time, we've already stirred up trouble, and we've taken the heat. Can't let it all be for nothing. Just five minutes—let the old lady see what real backbone looks like."

Fatty laughed. "Tianzhen, in the tombs you're as limp as a noodle, but when it comes to dealing with people, you've got some style—reminiscent of your lord Fatty in his younger days. Alright, I'll let loose and let you show off that backbone for once." With that, he slammed the private room door shut and piled tables and chairs against it to brace it.

Soon people outside started ramming the door. Fatty leaned against the back door and began checking his watch.

My heart raced. I thought to myself, this time we really are making a name for ourselves—I probably couldn't settle the aftermath even if I dug my grandfather out of his grave. I glanced downstairs and saw chaos there too. The staff who had rushed up had been taken down in a heap by Poker-face. The man in the pink shirt was guarding the glass cabinet, and the two of them were facing off. They hadn't exchanged blows yet.

The good thing about fighting in a place like this is that no one can call the police—the place itself is illegal. Settling disputes can only be done by seeing who's more thuggish. However, Poker-face couldn't really display his skills here either. If the opponents were zombies, he could go all out, but for living people, he couldn't just go around snapping their necks one by one. I'm sure he was holding back. We should have no problem escaping. When the time comes, Fatty and I will jump down from here—worst case, we get a little hurt.

Thinking this calmed me down a bit. Just as I was about to sigh in relief, the old lady suddenly said to the two bodyguards, "Pull him off that stool."

I was stunned, and then I saw the two young men immediately lunge at me. I shouted, "Granny, you can't go back on your word!"

"You can trash this place, but I can't trash you? Who's really going back on their word?" The old lady pointed at me and said, "Get him!" I cursed inwardly and immediately shouted to Fatty, "Protect me! Protect me!" while scooting backward on my stool, using my butt to push it.

Fatty saw the situation on my side had changed and had to let go of his position. He swung a stool and charged over, which brought him into conflict with the Huo family. Several middle-aged men who had been eating outside immediately grabbed hold of Fatty, grappling with him. Meanwhile, the two bodyguards had already grabbed my sleeves.

I struggled desperately to break free from them and immediately hugged the railing beside me. When they pulled at my arms, I bit them. Somehow I managed to keep my stool from being taken. After a while of this ruckus, the old lady grew impatient and yelled, "Never mind him—just grab his stool." They then immediately went for my crotch. I clamped my legs shut, holding the stool tightly between them. Then they started prying at my thighs.

Just as my thighs were almost pried apart, Fatty arrived. He had torn off his own clothes to break free from the crowd. He came straight at us and executed a Mountain Crushing Downward, flattening all of us underneath him.

Those two bodyguards were probably quite skilled, but with such enormous weight suddenly pressing down on them, it was hard to break free quickly. I was even more crushed beneath the two of them, almost suffocating.

At the same time, the blocked doorway was finally smashed open. Several security guards burst in wielding batons, already in a state of fury. The scene was as chaotic as a kids' brawl.

I really hadn't expected things to take such a turn in just five short minutes. I regretted it bitterly. Several security guards rushed straight at Fatty and rained blows on his head. Fatty howled in pain, turned, and shielded his head with his arms, blocking the hail of batons as he yelled, "Goddammit! Is it time yet?" No sooner had he said it than his shout was cut off by a blow, making him cry out in agony.

I reached out to check my watch, but I couldn't see it at all. Seeing Fatty's state, I didn't care whether it

"Son of a bitch!" Fatty bellowed, charging forward and shoving several security guards to the ground. The weight on me suddenly lifted; I immediately drove my knee into the person on top of me, flipping him off, then stood up and grabbed Fatty. "Let's go! We're heading downstairs!"

But Fatty slapped my hand away. I saw his eyes were bloodshot as he cursed, "Go my ass!" He snatched up a nearby root-carved table and yelled at the security guards, "I'll fuck your ancestors! You think I'm a Taiko drum master just because I don't show my teeth? You're addicted to hitting? Well, your old man here is going to fight you to the end! Today, I'll kill my way out your front gate, and we'll see who's sick of living!"