Chapter 729: Are You a Catering Tyrant?

Suddenly, his hand was grabbed by Chen Yu, who was behind Tang Xue. Chen Yu shielded Tang Xue behind him: "Kid, if you have something to say, say it, but don't you dare lay a hand on anyone, especially since the other party is a girl. To be a man, you should act like one."

"Where did you come from, kid?" the thug was enraged: "Let go, or I'll beat you up along with her."

Chen Yu tightened his grip, and that bastard immediately screamed. He was in so much pain that his voice changed: "Stop, you bastard, let me go now, or I'll trash your orphanage and sell all those brats."

Crack... Chen Yu frowned and snapped three of the guy's fingers directly.

"Ah..." the little thug collapsed onto the ground, clutching his deformed fingers and screaming shrilly; the sound was truly like a pig being slaughtered.

"Huzi, are you okay, Huzi?" a few small-time thugs were startled and hurriedly stepped forward to check.

"My hand, my fingers are broken." Huzi screamed, his voice distorted; his three fingers were deformed and twisted backward, a sight that made one's heart crawl.

"Kill him." Lang Ge was furious. He was the general manager of Fulin Catering. The company hadn't been open long, and he had come to expand the business. If he couldn't even handle this orphanage, wouldn't that be a bad start?

A few small-time thugs yelled and charged up, but their fate was predictable; Chen Yu slapped them all away with one swipe.

These little thugs lay scattered on the ground, blood bubbling from their mouths. They looked at Chen Yu in terror, not daring to even move.

As the big brother, Lang Ge naturally had to charge forward when encountering such a situation. He reached to his waist, and a Dagger appeared in his hand. He let out a shout and charged toward Chen Yu.

Unfortunately, his hand tightened, and this Dagger inexplicably ended up in Chen Yu's hand.

Lang Ge reacted quickly. After Chen Yu snatched the Dagger, he retreated repeatedly, saying as he backed away: "Friend, you are breaking the law. Put down the knife in your hand."

Chen Yu sneered. This bastard was such a coward; compared to real gangsters, he was still lacking. He then leisurely pried the Dagger open bit by bit. Crack, crack—this Dagger made of refined steel was like rotten wood in his hands.

Lang Ge was completely dumbfounded. He had this Dagger specially made for his life on the streets; it wasn't meant for stabbing people, just for showing off.

But this was a society ruled by law. He had been on the streets for so long and had never actually stabbed anyone, yet today, someone had used their bare hands to break it into pieces bit by bit. Just what kind of person was this?

Soon, however, Lang Ge's legs began to tremble uncontrollably. If Chen Yu's fist were to land squarely on him, would he even have his Life left?

In a moment, the Dagger disappeared in Chen Yu's hands. Chen Yu threw the handle to the ground and said with a chuckle: "Well, do you still want to fight?"

"No more fighting, no more fighting. I admit I met a master today. I concede." Lang Ge shook his head like a rattle-drum.

He wasn't an idiot. He could see at a glance how strong Chen Yu was. If he continued, he would only be asking for humiliation, so it was better to just admit defeat.

"Then will you still deliver meals here in the future?" Chen Yu stared at Lang Ge and asked.

"Jun Ge is the boss. If he insists that I deliver, I still have to come." Lang Ge gritted his teeth.

Slap... Chen Yu slapped Lang Ge across the face. Lang Ge staggered and fell to the ground. He said with a mournful face: "It's useless for you to hit me. Even if I don't come, others will. Jun Ge is the boss."

"Then take me to see him." Chen Yu said coldly: "This matter must be resolved today. This place is full of children; it's not a place for you to act recklessly."

"I'm warning you, our Jun Ge is no ordinary person." Lang Ge snarled through gritted teeth.

Slap... Chen Yu slapped him far away again: "Lead the way..."

Half an hour later, at a company called Fulin Catering.

In reality, this was just a place that made mass-produced meals. The boss here, Li Jun, was a local bully; to put it bluntly, he was someone who wanted to be a catering tyrant.

Never mind whether the food in the kitchen was good or not; the environmental conditions alone were deeply concerning. Sewage ran rampant on the floor, rats scurried about, and the vegetables were piled up next to the sewage. The entire kitchen environment was no better than a pigsty.

Furthermore, the cooks here didn't bother with clothes or hats; one fat, big-eared man was cooking shirtless. And the so-called thirty-eight Origin meal was just radishes and cabbage boiled in plain water.

Li Jun sat in the kitchen, puffing on a cigarette, staring fixedly at Chen Yu.

Lang Ge, from earlier, stood behind Li Jun. Half of Lang Ge's face was swollen high, and a mouthful of his teeth had been knocked out by Chen Yu.

"So this is the kid who stopped you?" Li Jun blew a smoke ring and stared at Chen Yu with a displeased expression.

"Yes, Jun Ge. This kid has training; his skills are very solid." Lang Ge gritted his teeth. For them, Chen Yu had come to inspect today, so several styles of meals were laid out in front of him.

These were the so-called 38-Origin set meals: one was boiled greens in plain water, plus a few pieces of radish, some small pickles, and a portion of moldy rice full of sand.

Another portion consisted of a few messy, thrown-together vegetables, accompanied by a steamed bun and a bowl of clear soup with salt added, in which not even a trace of cauliflower or oil could be seen.

This food cost thirty-eight Origin; even a capitalist would weep at the sight of it.

"Kid, are you done looking? Are you satisfied with my dishes here?" Li Jun took the cigar out of his mouth and said sinisterly: "If there are no problems, I'll start delivering meals tomorrow. However, we need to have a good talk about you hitting my brother."

"To be honest, if your food quality were good, I would have let the orphanage use it." Chen Yu said with some helplessness: "Of course, for free. But after seeing your sanitary conditions here, are you sure people won't get diarrhea after eating it?"

"What did you say? Free? Are you crazy, kid? Where is there such a thing as free? I'm telling you, I'll deliver meals to your orphanage tomorrow, with a thirty percent markup on the original price. If you dare to refuse, I'll kill you." Li Jun said with a ferocious look.

"Is that so?" Chen Yu sneered. Suddenly, he stepped forward, snatched the cigar from Li Jun's hand, grabbed his hair tightly with one hand, and slammed his head onto the table.

With a bang, Li Jun's mouth hit the table hard. He opened his mouth and screamed in pain. The moment he opened his mouth, Chen Yu grabbed the still-burning cigar and shoved it into his mouth.

"Ah..." Li Jun screamed, covering his mouth as he fell to the ground.

"How dare you touch Jun Ge! Kill him." The people on the side were enraged. They grabbed spoons and even kitchen knives, rushing toward Chen Yu.