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Some people glanced at the several bottles of alcohol on the table and immediately felt as if their wallets were empty.
"That's really damn expensive!" Ye Mingshang muttered, then patted himself down, revealing a thick stack of cash in his hand.
With a slap, he tossed it onto the table, burped, and staggered away.
Ye Mingshang's face was flushed, his gaze hazy. As he walked, he continued to burp, swaying unsteadily. At this moment, there was no trace of a master demeanor; he looked just like a drunken fool.
Watching him leave, the attendant stood there in a daze until the Boss came over and gave him a light smack on the head, scolding, "What are you staring at? Count the money!"
"Yes, yes," the attendant finally began to examine the cash in his hands.
He pulled out a few bills to check and confirmed they were real money. Then he wet his fingers and started counting, "One, two, three..."
As he counted, he felt something was off about the texture in his hand; it suddenly felt thin and sandy. Confused, he took a closer look under the light.
"Yin Coins!" the attendant exclaimed in shock.
"What?!" The Boss was startled and snatched the money from him. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Joss Paper. He had been generous enough to give three thousand worth of Yin Coins, with Grandpa Mao smiling up at him.
"Damn it! You didn't even check when you accepted the money! You only realized it was Yin Coins after counting for so long!" the Boss cursed.
The attendant felt wronged. "I—I didn’t know what happened! I signed for it just fine; half of it was real money! The Yin Coins came later."
Fuming, the Boss puffed out his cheeks and waved a stack of Yin Coins in front of him. "Real money? Are you blind? Look for yourself where there's real money!" Saying this, he threw the money at the attendant's face.
Joss Paper scattered everywhere as the attendant crouched down to sift through it. "Yin Coins! Yin Coins! It's all Yin Coins!"
Oh my god! Did I just count half of that as real money? Where did it go?
Seeing the attendant's expression, the Boss kicked him in the back and shouted, "Stop dawdling! Hurry up and chase after him before he gets too far!"
The attendant was kicked and fell to the ground, but he didn't dare to get angry; after all, this money was earned by his own hands.
He got up quickly and hurriedly signaled a few people to run outside.
The diners in the shop exchanged glances.
That rich kid only gave Yin Coins? Forget about his drinking capacity; I really admire his courage. He dares to act like this on someone else's turf; he truly has no fear of death.
A few attendants ran out, all with fierce expressions, especially the one who collected the money.
"Damn it! Making me get scolded and beaten. If you have the guts, don't let me find you; otherwise, I'll break your legs!" the attendant cursed inwardly.
"Zha Ge, found him! Over there!" one of the attendants shouted.
Following the direction pointed by the attendant, about two hundred meters away, a drunken man in a black leather jacket was swaying as he walked slowly. Wasn't that the young man who had given him Yin Coins?
"Brothers, let's go! Beat him to death!" The attendant known as Zha Ge waved his wooden stick and charged ahead.
Ye Mingshang had drunk quite a bit and felt dizzy. Everything around him seemed to overlap. His feet felt light, and walking felt like flying; he almost bumped into a tree several times.
In his dazed state, he thought he saw someone running towards him. He squinted to see clearly, but then he heard a loud thud, and his head spun; it hurt quite a bit.
Being drunk dulled his senses, and his reactions were much slower. Instead of thinking about fighting back after being hit, he instinctively covered his head like an ordinary person would.
"Hit him! Beat him to death!" Zha Youth shouted, swinging his wooden stick in a wide arc.
Thud!
Another blow came down, and Ye Mingshang instinctively bent down.
"I let you trick me! Made me get scolded! Made me get beaten! You think you can drink? I'll make you throw up everything you've drunk!"
While cursing, the group continued their relentless assault, swinging their sticks without holding back. This place was remote and autonomous, so the occasional death didn't really matter, especially since it was the other party who started the trouble.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The blows fell like rain, and even Ye Mingshang felt immense pain despite his physical resilience.
"Ah!" Ye Mingshang shouted, pushing forcefully with both hands.
Whoosh!
A young man was sent flying several dozen meters by this uncontrolled push. There were no trees in that direction, and he rolled on the ground for another ten or twenty meters before coming to a stop, unconscious.
"What the hell! What kind of strength is that?!" Zha Surname Thug exclaimed in shock, quickly jumping back.
The others reacted similarly, staring at their target as if he were a monster. To send someone flying several dozen meters and then roll that far on the ground was akin to being hit by a car going over a hundred yards.
They had never witnessed such a scene before and were instantly terrified, keeping their distance from him, not daring to approach.
Ye Mingshang knelt on the ground, holding his head and looking quite miserable.
Zha Youth gulped nervously, steeling himself as he shouted, "He looks like he's dead already; how tough can he be? Hit him! Kill him!"
However, even with his encouragement, no one was willing to step forward. Reluctantly, he took the lead and swung his stick at Ye Mingshang.
Bang!
Crack!
The stick had grown brittle over time and broke with that strike.
"Damn it, how dare you bully me? Even the stick is against me!" Zha Youth cursed, then looked around and picked up a fist-sized rock. "I'll smash you to pieces!"
Bang!
A stone hit Ye Mingshang on the head, causing his body to tremble. He stood up straight, his gaze somewhat dazed and his expression wooden.
Hiss~
Ye Mingshang twitched his mouth, tilting his head slightly.
It was unclear where he had been struck by the stone, but his mouth was twitching like Zhao Si from the rural love story.
However, this expression did not bring about humor, but rather a very strange feeling.
The person across from him also sensed something was off. One of the companions leaned closer to Zha Youth and whispered, "Zha Ge, something's wrong with this kid. Where did you hit him?"
"How the hell would I know?" Zha Youth replied irritably.
Seeing that the other party was just standing there twitching his mouth and staring blankly ahead, Zha Youth mustered up some courage and said, "Stop just staring! Everyone, throw stones at him!"
"I... I don't dare," one of the companions said with a worried frown.
"Damn it! Can't you just throw a stone? Is your head just for decoration?" Zha Youth scolded.
Letting them throw, several companions picked up stones and aimed at Ye Mingshang, preparing to strike. (To be continued.)
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