Douluo Continent: I, Tang Wulin, a Kamen Rider

Chapter 59: The end of one story is the beginning of another.

"Huh? Why are you looking at me? What are you waiting for? Eat up."

As he spoke, Xie Xie lifted the lid of the earthenware pot in front of him and began to eat heartily.

Seeing this, Tang Wulin and Gu Yue did not hesitate and began to enjoy the food to their hearts' content.

After taking a bite, both Gu Yue and Tang Wulin showed expressions of shock, because the restaurant's specialty dishes were indeed quite good, and the braised beef in a clay pot was indeed excellent.

It tastes even better than the Class A meals in the school cafeteria.

Gradually, the three of them started eating and chatting.

The atmosphere at this moment was very harmonious and congenial.

Not long after.

"Uncle Li, ten more servings, please!"

Xie Xie greeted Uncle Li, because he knew Tang Wulin's appetite all too well.

Although this guy doesn't look very muscular, and is even a bit pale and delicate, coupled with his identity as a novelist and his handsome appearance.

At first glance, Tang Wulin even resembles those characters in the book, the frail and effeminate young men.

But he, who was Tang Wulin's roommate, was the one who truly understood Tang Wulin's appetite.

Sure enough, he and Gu Yue had only eaten a little bit when Tang Wulin had already finished.

Tang Wulin smirked when he saw Xie Xie order ten more servings.

However, he didn't stand on ceremony; after all, it was what he deserved.

That's right. Ever since Xie Xie found out that he was the author of Dou Cang Qiong, he has never paid to subscribe to that novel again!
They're just freeloading off him every day! They don't even give him recommendation tickets, monthly tickets, or tips anymore!

So this time, he's definitely going to make sure he gets his royalties back!
To put it simply, you freeloaders, die! --- *cough* Please, godfathers, give me some votes!
Of course, despite saying that, Tang Wulin was still very polite and expressed his gratitude to Xie Xie.

"In that case, Xie Xie, thank you for your help this time!"

However, after saying that, Tang Wulin said with a bit of helplessness, "Look at my mouth! But Xie Xie, who gave you that name?"

Seeing this, Xie Xie gave a bitter smile, and his eyes even reddened slightly at that moment:
“My name was given to me by my mother. She told me that she chose this name to express her gratitude for meeting my father. She said that the happiest thing in her life was meeting my father, but…”

At this point, Xie Xie's eyes were already moist, and his complexion was not good.

Tang Wulin frowned every day, feeling as if he had seen this kind of plot somewhere before.
"And what about your mother in the end?" Tang Wulin asked hesitantly.

Xie Xie pursed his lips. "Dad is always busy with all sorts of things. Even when Mom was seriously ill, he was still traveling around. Before Mom passed away, her last wish was to see him one last time, but he still came back too late. I will never forget that..."

After hearing Xie Xie's words, Tang Wulin realized that this was obviously a classic plot in most melodramatic novels.

However, seeing Xie Xie's sad expression, Tang Wulin patted him on the shoulder and said, "Alright! As an outsider, I can't say anything about your father's affairs."

"But in my opinion, everyone is the protagonist of their own story, and you are the most irreplaceable treasure in your mother's heart, and a continuation of her story."

"So although her story has ended, your story has just begun."

"Your appearance embodies your mother's last love for this world and is also a continuation of her life's story."

"So even if it's for her sake, you have to maintain a good attitude and continue to tell your story well."

Xie Xie nodded, his eyes reddening at the words.

"Thank you for your comfort, Wu Lin."

Tang Wulin didn't say anything, but simply handed over the tissue in his hand.

After catching it, Xie Xie wiped it clean before calming down, and the three of them resumed enjoying the food.

A pot of braised beef not only provided Tang Wulin and his companions with a delicious meal, but also brought them closer together.

After leaving the restaurant, the three of them ate their way from one end of the street to the other.

"Huh? What's going on over there?"

Suddenly, just as the three of them were retracing their steps, Gu Yue spoke up.

Tang Wulin and Xie Xie looked up and saw a commotion at the entrance of the snack street, with a crowd gathered. That spot seemed to be the "Muffled Pot Beef" restaurant!
"Could something have happened to Uncle Li's shop?!"

Xie Xie frowned and rushed over quickly.

"You can't do this! You can't do this! This is my livelihood!"

As soon as they rushed to the back of the crowd, the three heard a cry of anguish; it was Uncle Li's voice.

The three squeezed through the gaps in the crowd to the front.

Seeing the chaotic scene, my heart skipped a beat.

The stove in front of the braised beef restaurant has been overturned.

One by one, the earthenware pots fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

The beef broth spilled on the ground, flowing everywhere.

The rich aroma of meat filled the air, accompanied by steam, while the ground was a mess.

Uncle Li collapsed at the shop entrance, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

His face was bruised and swollen, clearly from being beaten, and his expression showed grief and anger.

Opposite Uncle Li stood three burly men, the leader of whom was bald.

He was shirtless with his arms covered in dragon-shaped tattoos.

The other two were also tall and burly, with fierce expressions and glaring eyes; they didn't look like good people at all.

“Hey Li, a wise man knows when to yield. Nobody on this street dares to refuse to pay protection money before they’ve even been born. You keep making excuses, but do you think I, Guanglong, am a beggar? Do I need to come here every day just to ask you for a little money?”

"If it weren't for the fact that your braised beef in a pot is actually quite good, I would have crippled you long ago!"

The bald man pointed at Uncle Li and said fiercely, which frightened Uncle Li so much that he quickly backed away.

"If you don't pay your protection money today, you can forget about keeping this shop open!"

The bald, burly man said with a cold look in his eyes.

Although a large crowd had gathered, no one dared to speak out.

These three were notorious bullies on the street, and no one dared to mess with them.

"Brother Guanglong, it's not that I don't want to pay protection money, it's just that the woman in my family is seriously ill, and the money I earn every day isn't enough for her medical treatment."

If you smash up my shop again, I won't have money to treat my woman's illness, and she might not survive!

"How about this, after my woman recovers, I'll give you more, okay?"

Uncle Li stood up, bowed deeply to the bald, burly man, and humbly hoped that the man would show leniency and stop demanding protection money from him, considering his pitiful state.

"I don't care if your woman is sick or not. She doesn't sleep with me anyway. What does her death have to do with me?"

"If you can't pay up today, get out of here and stop taking up space!"

As he spoke, the bald, burly man kicked the stove by the door over to the ground.

In an instant, the entire braised beef shop became even more of a mess.

Uncle Li cried out in despair:
"Light Dragon, I'll fight you to the death!"

He managed to stand up and then charged at the dragon.

"Fight to the death? Don't forget, I'm a Soul Master! You're just an ordinary person. Even if ten or eight of you came, you wouldn't be a match for me!"

Guanglong raised his foot and kicked out, sending Uncle Li tumbling over.

Just then, a question laced with suppressed anger came from behind.

"So, does that give Soul Masters the right to bully others?"

(End of this chapter)