There's something wrong with me

Silence.

Everyone was staring blankly at Zhang Feng, their hearts filled with disbelief.

"He... he actually did it?"

"What the? Chef Zhang actually hit Brother Hang?"

"Brother Hang? Brother Hang? Are you okay?"

Several people were dumbfounded, and they didn't dare to approach Zhang Feng, let alone rescue Ah Hang who was knocked out on the ground.

Because, just imagine, the burly chef in front of them, who used to nod and smile honestly, was now holding a kitchen knife, his face full of murderous intent. What kind of power was this?

Swish—

"Why are we afraid of just him?"

But one of the thugs directly picked up a cutting board, wanting to spar with Zhang Feng.

However, the remaining people glanced at the unconscious Brother Hang, then looked at the knife in Zhang Feng's hand, and retreated very honestly.

"Boss, Chef Zhang, we're disturbing you..."

They wanted to leave.

"Yes, yes, disturbing you..." The person who was preparing to spar saw that his brothers wanted to retreat, and immediately put down the cutting board with a smile, wanting to follow them.

The boss also breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that they didn't continue to fight, and then looked at Zhang Feng in surprise.

He didn't expect that Chef Zhang, who had always been amiable, would actually hit someone today?

'Damn!' The boss looked at Brother Hang on the ground again. 'Hitting someone is fine, but how can he be so strong? He knocked down Ah Hang, who had a knife, with one blow?'

Ah Hang was proficient in street brawls, and his skills were somewhat decent.

At least in the boss's eyes, he was already considered a tough guy.

Of course, he was still far from the underground boxing matches he occasionally watched.

At the same time, as the remaining thugs were about to retreat,

Zhang Feng threw the kitchen knife vertically onto the nearby cutting board, the tip of the knife penetrating the wood by one centimeter.

Buzz—

The kitchen knife vibrated.

It also shook everyone's tense heartstrings.

"Did I say you could leave?"

Zhang Feng pointed to the corner of the wall next to him,

"Now, either you lie down like Ah Hang, or go over there and squat down properly."

"Run!"

As soon as Zhang Feng finished speaking, one of the thugs in the back tried to open the back door and run out directly.

When Zhang Feng saw that this person wanted to leave before he even asked anything, he immediately kicked the dirty water bucket at his feet.

Bang—

The bucket flew up instantly, passing straight past the thugs and accurately hitting the fleeing thug in the back.

Splash—

The thug's spine below his waist was hit, and his legs suddenly stopped listening to commands, and he fell directly in front of the door.

Some vegetable leaves spilled out, covering him all over.

"Ouch..." He lay on the ground, pressing his back with his hands. This fall was not light, and the hit was not light either. He didn't even have time to clean up the garbage on his body.

The remaining three saw that Zhang Feng acted as soon as he spoke, and his aim was so accurate, so they immediately raised their hands and squatted against the wall.

"Boss! I was wrong! Don't throw the kitchen knife!"

"Yes, yes! Brother Hang has never slashed anyone either, we were just joking!"

"Yes... just... just scaring you..."

They were very sincere when begging for mercy, afraid that Chef Zhang would get angry and, instead of throwing the trash can, would give them a knife.

Even the boss was a little scared at this moment.

Zhang Feng's sudden change was too great.

Zhang Feng suddenly smelled a burnt smell, so he looked at the squatting people, "How long have we been paying you protection fees?"

"More than a year..." One of the thugs said weakly.

"Good." Zhang Feng nodded, then asked, "Who can cook?"

"Cook?" The few of them looked at each other.

Finally, one of the thugs raised his hand and said, "Boss, I know a little. I used to sell egg fried rice with my grandma, and I also worked as a helper in the back kitchen of a big restaurant."

"Cook." Zhang Feng pointed to the stove, then looked at the others, "You guys sweep the floor clean."

As Zhang Feng spoke, he looked at the thug wailing on the ground, "Are you dead?"

"No, no..." He saw Zhang Feng's 'terrifying' gaze, and immediately stood up, enduring the pain.

"That's good." Zhang Feng sat down on the stool in a grand manner, "Wake up your Brother Hang, I have something to ask him."

After speaking, Zhang Feng looked at the boss who usually yelled at him, but was actually nice to him,

"Boss, there are more employees in our shop today, the dishes will be ready soon, don't rush."

"Uh..." The boss's mind was a little confused, but then he saw the thugs starting to work, and suddenly understood, knowing that Zhang Feng was treating them as free labor.

"Lao Zhang..." The boss was a little scared, "It's not good to let the bosses work, right?"

"We pay them protection fees to hire them to work." Zhang Feng had his own understanding, "Otherwise, wouldn't this year be a waste?"

'Huh? Eh?!' The boss thought it was right, but he also felt that something was wrong.

"Boss, Brother Hang is awake..."

At this moment, the thug who fell down had a way. He sprayed a few mouthfuls of water, and Brother Hang woke up slowly.

"Where am I? Why did I fall asleep?" But Brother Hang seemed a little unclear.

But when his eyes saw Zhang Feng, he suddenly sat up in shock from the ground.

"Boss! Don't hit me! I was wrong!"

Ah Hang was even more cowardly than his younger brothers, and immediately softened.

Because his head really hurt, and there was also that intense dizziness and nausea. He didn't want to try it again.

"Now, let's not talk about right or wrong."

Zhang Feng stared at him, "Now, I say, you answer.

Who are you with? Where is he?"

"I..." Ah Hang hesitated for a moment, then said truthfully: "Boss, I'm not really with anyone, because I also have to pay protection fees to Brother Ergui.

I'm just a small fry on this small half of the street, and I also eat with others."

'Brother Ergui?'

In his memory, Zhang Feng had some impression of Ergui, but not much. He only knew that Ergui was 'two people'.

'Is 'two people' a bloody mark, or two people?'

Zhang Feng thought for a few seconds, then looked at Ah Hang who was rubbing his head again,

"Where exactly are the two ghosts you mentioned right now?"

"Boss, I really don't know where they are now." Ah Hang begged for mercy: "I'm just a errand boy, at most I know a few of their venues."

As Ah Hang spoke, he took out a pager from his pocket, which was a pager from the 90s,

"Usually, when it's almost time to pay, Brother Xiaogui contacts me."

"When do you pay?" Zhang Feng reached out his hand, asking him to hand over the pager.

Ah Hang handed it to Zhang Feng with some heartache, and then said: "The day after tomorrow."

He said here, then said uncertainly: "I think, Brother Ergui should be in the back mountain now, right? I recently heard that Brother Dagui started a motorcycle modification shop.

They have been testing cars in the back mountain recently."

"Good." Zhang Feng stood up, decisively: "Take me to take a look first."

"What?" Ah Hang paused.

"He wants to find Brother Ergui?" The rest of Ah Hang's younger brothers also looked over.

Zhang Feng ignored them, just pointing to the back door, "Either lead the way, or lie down."

"I'll lead the way!" Ah Hang immediately went to open the door.

The rest of the younger brothers looked at each other.

Except for the younger brother who was cooking, who didn't know whether he should leave the stove or not.

The rest of the younger brothers stood at the door after seeing that the work at hand was finished.

They really didn't want to stay with Zhang Feng in this narrow space.

However, just as Zhang Feng was about to go out, he suddenly saw a prompt.

[Bloody Target 3: 'Liang Cai' has died]

[Reward: Physique + 0.8]