There's something wrong with me

That night, they burned paper offerings for the two ghosts.

The next five days were uneventful.

Zhang Feng enjoyed the peace and quiet, practicing his martial arts in the back kitchen of the small restaurant every day.

Because A’Hang and the others had taken over his work, he had more free time.

On the morning of the sixth day…

"Is the food ready yet!" A’Hang was now calling out orders in the front hall, becoming more and more skilled.

"Coming right up, coming right up!" Two younger lackeys were serving as waiters.

The other two were one cooking in the back kitchen and the other assisting.

Zhang Feng even noticed that customers who usually liked to cause trouble didn't dare to when they saw A’Hang in the restaurant.

So, he let them stay.

For the sake of peace and quiet, and to save effort.

After all, the small restaurant still needed to make money, and he still needed to get paid.

Having someone to help him was a good thing.

That evening…

Three men with some martial arts skills walked into the noodle restaurant across from the small restaurant.

The leader, a handsome man in his late twenties with short hair and a medium build, was followed by two burly men, one with a face full of橫肉 (fleshy and fierce looking), and the other not much better.

They sat down near the door.

"Hello, hello!" The noodle restaurant owner walked over with a smile.

"Hello." The handsome leader looked at the smiling owner. "Three bowls of lo mein, please."

"Yes, Mantis Brother!" The noodle restaurant owner nodded obsequiously.

Because he knew this man was not to be trifled with.

'"Mantis Quail" is the boss of the South District…' The noodle restaurant owner thought as he asked someone to make the noodles. 'But… why is he eating here?

If I hadn't gone to the underground boxing match in the South District with my friend, I wouldn't have recognized him.'

As the owner walked away, thinking to himself…

Mantis Quail turned to the two lackeys behind him. "The Two Ghosts’ lackeys said that Two Ghosts were killed by the chef Zhang in the restaurant across the street.

He killed four people in two or three seconds?

Do you think this Chef Zhang is a martial artist?"

"Most likely." One of the lackeys nodded. "Even if he isn't, he's capable of killing people."

"Yeah." The other lackey nodded as well. "Mantis Brother, after thinking about it, I think it's best if we don't casually approach this Chef Zhang.

Because we don't know who he works for or what his temperament is like."

"Mm, I know what I'm doing." Mantis Quail put his hands together, resting his chin on them. "So, we'll just observe from across the street, get to know him a bit, and see if he's one of us."

They didn't choose to approach directly, but quietly observed Zhang Feng's work environment.

At the same time…

At the entrance of the small restaurant…

A’Hang, who was seeing off a customer, glanced outside and saw Mantis Quail and his two men across the street.

Mantis Quail and his men didn't recognize A’Hang, and didn't even pay attention to the 'weak' A’Hang.

But when A’Hang saw them, he felt a tightening in his heart and recognized them.

'Is that Mantis Quail?'

A’Hang wondered, then returned to the small restaurant and went straight to the back kitchen.

Zhang Feng, who was practicing his stance, saw A’Hang come in and hurriedly say, "Boss! Boss! Something's up! Big trouble!"

A’Hang's voice was a little hoarse from calling out orders these past few days.

"What is it?" Zhang Feng slowly put away his boxing stance. "Is someone causing trouble?"

"No, no, no…" He shook his head, then pointed outside.

"I saw Mantis Quail!"

"Mantis Quail?" Zhang Feng frowned, he vaguely remembered the name, but only knew it was a person, not an insect.

"What does he do?"

"Boxing matches, he fights!" A’Hang gestured a boxing movement. "Mantis Quail has an underground boxing arena in the South District, it's the biggest one around here!"

A’Hang's words were enthusiastic, he felt that his boss was so good at fighting, he could definitely win a lot of prize money!

"Mantis Quail is outside, doesn't Boss want to say hello?"

A’Hang looked at Zhang Feng expectantly.

'Underground boxing matches?' Zhang Feng had never thought about fighting in a ring, but he wanted to watch those boxers and try to guess what the general level of martial arts was in this area.

Besides, if there were some great moves in the boxing match, it could help him add some combat experience.

'Back when I was with my master, my master often had me watch old recordings of real combat matches.'

Zhang Feng recalled the memories in 'Baby's Adventure World'.

'At that time, my master told me that watching and practicing are indispensable.

Now that there's a big boxing match boss, if I can get to know him, I can find a good spot to watch when I go to the boxing match.'

Thinking to himself…

Zhang Feng looked at A’Hang. "Where is the person you're talking about?"

"Outside the shop." A’Hang pointed to the front hall. "I saw him eating noodles in the shop across the street when I was seeing off a customer just now."

"Let's go."

Zhang Feng acted on his thoughts and went straight to the front hall.

In the front hall…

"Old Zhang?" The boss, who was doing the accounting, saw Zhang Feng come out of the back kitchen and subconsciously asked, "Something up?"

"I'm going out for a walk." Zhang Feng went to the counter and pointed to the cigarette and alcohol cabinet behind him. "Get a pack of cigarettes, I'm meeting a friend."

"Okay." The boss didn't ask much and quickly picked out the most expensive pack of cigarettes in the shop. "Wanbao, how's that?"

"Enough." Zhang Feng took the cigarettes and left.

At the same time, across the street…

"A master has come out!" One of the lackeys looked at Zhang Feng, who had just stepped out of the door.

"His walking has shadows of Xingyi Dragon Form."

The lackey said, then shook his head. "No, it seems to have Bagua stepping too?"

He rubbed his chin. "Such a master? And from the restaurant across the street? Could he be Chef Zhang?"

"Whether he's Chef Zhang or not, I don't know." The other lackey frowned and subconsciously wanted to get up. "But I know he must be very good at fighting!"

"Sit down." Mantis Quail lightly slapped the table. "Take back your eyes and eat your noodles."

Hearing his boss speak, the two took back their gazes and stopped looking.

But their butts didn't touch the benches, they tightened their waists, ensuring they were ready to attack and defend at any time.

Mantis Quail sat steadily, eating the noodles in large bites.

Slurp slurp~

When Zhang Feng dodged the car and came to the entrance of the noodle restaurant, Mantis Quail had finished eating.

At the same time, Mantis Quail saw Zhang Feng stepping into the doorway, and he was the first to get up, looking at Zhang Feng, who was obviously much older than him. "Friends call me Mantis Quail.

Are you Chef Zhang?"

"Yes." Zhang Feng looked at his two lackeys, then looked at Mantis Quail.

"Crouching Body Punch, Sticky Chest Grab Punch, you three practice Taiji Mantis Fist?"

Taiji Mantis Quail belongs to one of the forms of animal imitation boxing.

It was first named by the Sixth Ancestor Song Zide, and is a traditional Old Mantis Fist.

Zhang Feng had also learned it.

'He pointed out my roots with one glance?' Mantis Quail was taken aback.

Although many people knew he practiced Mantis Fist, it wasn't uncommon for people to be able to tell his roots.

But the fact that the way the three of them exerted force was directly pointed out was very telling.

"Amazing, amazing!" He thought to himself, but said with a smile, "My two younger brothers were guessing whether you were Xingyi, or Bagua, but I didn't expect you to see that we were Old Mantis Fist with one glance."

"Just a coincidence." Zhang Feng's words were not humble.

Because in every world, even if the names of the boxing techniques were the same, the training methods inside might be different.

Zhang Feng also saw that their explosive force was familiar, so he pointed out their 'skill' first, but he didn't expect it to be right.

Similarly, when two unfamiliar martial artists meet, pointing out their skill is also equivalent to a polite 'shallow touch'.

Meaning 'I can see through your roots with one glance, so there's no need to bother fighting, so as not to start a real fire'.

And this 'civil fight', Zhang Feng completely won.

At the same time…

Mantis Quail didn't seem to care about this, but took out a business card and handed it to Zhang Feng.

"Brother, I opened an underground boxing arena, if you want to go take a look, call me, I'll arrange a good private room for you."

"Thanks, Brother Mantis." Zhang Feng didn't expect this exchange to be so smooth, but he also prepared to open the cigarette pack and offer him a cigarette.

"However much it costs is however much it costs, I won't short you."

"Don't mention that." Mantis Quail suddenly reached for Zhang Feng's cigarettes.

Zhang Feng first subconsciously moved his hand back, then handed it over to him, directly placing it in his palm.

Zhang Feng also let go at the same time, the soft cigarette pack had no creases.

"Force is controlled by the heart?" Mantis Quail's eyes lit up, and he looked at the cigarettes Zhang Feng gave him, then he happily put them in his pocket. "I can't beat you in a verbal battle, and I can't beat you in a martial battle.

This pack of cigarettes is enough for a lifetime of private room money, I want to make friends with you, and I hope you'll give me some face."

"Decisive." Zhang Feng smiled. "If you have time, come to my shop for lo mein."

Zhang Feng pointed to the shop. "I cook it, I do it better than Old Lin's."

'Taking him away is good…' Old Lin's boss was not far away, and he hoped that the chef Zhang across the street would invite the gang boss away.

"Okay! But I can't accept something for nothing." Mantis Quail waved his hand and left with his two lackeys. "When the boxing match opens next month, I'll come to eat noodles. I'll invite you to come and play then, don't refuse."

After he finished speaking, he walked away.

Only then did A’Hang dare to come closer.

"Chef Boss!" He asked with a smile, "What did you and Boss Mantis Quail talk about?"

"We talked about lo mein." Zhang Feng replied to him, then looked at his broken car in front of the door. "Get your car painted, we're going out in a while, this looks neither here nor there, it's not presentable."