America's Greatest Villain: I Defeat Magic with Magic

In the following days, a series of gang shootouts occurred in the southern part of Los Angeles.

With the deaths of Rick of the Bloody Hands and Mad Bear of the Sinaloa Gang by Los Angeles police, a huge power vacuum has emerged between the two major gangs.

In their quest for power, the lower-level leaders immediately began vying for control, leading to a rapid deterioration of public order in the southern district.

The most direct manifestation of this is the sharp increase in the phenomenon of zero-yuan purchases, which has even affected large shops and supermarkets in the city center.

Almost every night, gang members are found dead on the streets, causing widespread fear among residents who try to minimize unnecessary outings.

The dine-in business at Rongding Pavilion has also been affected to some extent, especially the number of diners during dinner time has decreased significantly.

On the contrary, the snack stall that Su Nian was in charge of was always busy, with queues forming almost every noon and evening.

After all, the blackboard at the restaurant entrance that says "$1 Fried Chicken" is just too eye-catching. Even though most diners think the price is outrageous, they still can't help but come closer to see what they're selling when they pass by.

Once you see it, you often can't move your feet.

"Sir, here's your fried chicken!"

Su Nian deftly handed the packaged fried food to a young man in front of her. Compared to her first day at work, she was much more composed.

The diners looked young, with black hair and black eyes, but spoke fluent Californian English, clearly indicating they were local Chinese.

Most Chinese people don't usually like this kind of oily and salty junk food, but Su Nian has a unique appeal. Even wearing Rongdingge's uniform, she can't hide her elegant and refined beauty.

Over this period of time, she has become a living advertisement for Rongdingge Restaurant, and the local Chinese even privately call her "Fried Chicken Beauty".

Some food bloggers even filmed short videos of Su Nian selling fried chicken, and with the gimmick of "American $1 fried chicken", they posted them on TT and the domestic Moyin platform.

As a result, domestic tourists have been flocking to the area in recent days.

Although the actual portion size of the "$1 fried chicken" was disappointing, the reputation of "Fried Chicken Beauty" grew stronger and stronger, making Boss Huang grin from ear to ear.

Moreover, although these fried foods are made from scraps, Chef Cao, hired by Boss Huang, is indeed very skilled in seasoning.

Chen Yuan had also eaten at his family's fried chicken a few times. The taste was very different from traditional American fried chicken; it was sweet and spicy, and very refreshing.

Many locals might find it a bit strange at first bite, but the lingering spiciness in their mouths makes them want to try a second bite.

It is said that this flavor of fried chicken is very popular in China, and it is a new skill that the chef learned when he returned to China to visit his relatives not long ago.

For some reason, this strong-flavored sweet and spicy cooking method also had a strange attraction for the black man and the Mexican man.

In addition, the price is relatively cheap, so the largest number of people in the fried chicken queue are, besides the Chinese.

However, during this period, the Bloody Hands and the Sinaloa Clan had long been at loggerheads, with both sides accusing the other of colluding with the Los Angeles Police Department, resulting in the near annihilation of their own top brass.

Therefore, when Black men and Hispanics meet in this neighborhood, they often become extremely hostile and conflicts frequently occur!

That evening, near closing time, a Black man and a Hispanic man got into an argument in the queue at the entrance.

"Hey buddy! This is my spot. Don't you Mexicans know how to queue?"

"Damn it, this was my spot! I just went to the bathroom!"

"You have to queue again to use the restroom, that's the rule!"

"What kind of rules are these! We Sinaloa people never follow them!"

"This is Bloody Hands territory! If you're buying fried chicken, you have to follow our rules!"

The two sides exchanged words, interspersed with vulgar gang slang, and soon entered a phase of pushing and shoving each other.

This attracted the attention of the surrounding diners, and some timid people even left the queue to avoid the fried chicken.

Su Nian, who was looking out the window, saw the chaos outside and was also somewhat anxious.

But ever since the last zero-yuan purchase, Hu Dan had warned her not to go out and show off, no matter what happens.

Moreover, she felt that the black guy who caused trouble looked somewhat familiar.

Just as the black man and the Mexican man were about to draw their weapons and start fighting, the restaurant door was pushed open from the inside.

A young man wearing a black shirt came out.

It was Chen Yuan.

He walked forward expressionlessly, grabbed the shoulders of the black man and the Mexican man with both hands like iron clamps, and forcefully separated the two men with a sudden burst of strength!

His strength, boosted to 1.5, makes him much stronger than he appears.

The two felt as if their shoulders were locked by a hydraulic press, leaving them no room to resist, and were forcibly pulled back two steps.

Looking at the black guy on his left, Chen Yuan couldn't help but laugh.

Isn't this the same guy who came with Daryl to do the free shopping last time?

It seems that the last free purchase made him crave the fried chicken at the store, and he was actually willing to queue up and pay to eat it again.

Because Chen Yuan was forcibly holding him down, the black man was staring at him angrily.

[Target: Jamal, 18 years old, peripheral member of the Bloodhand Gang]

[Recent criminal activity: This afternoon, I participated in a free purchase at a small supermarket in South Los Angeles and managed to snag $350 worth of food and drinks.]

Chen Yuan smiled slightly, released his hand, and straightened Hei Ge's collar, saying:

"Jamal, Daryl is dead. Do you want to end up like him?"

Jamal was stunned when Chen Yuan called out his name.

Then he suddenly remembered that a few days ago when they came to this Chinese restaurant for a free purchase, Daryl, the leader, was scared away by a few words from this waiter.

And Daryl died that very night!

Given Jamal's lowly position in the gang, he had no right to know the specific cause of Daryl's death.

When Jamal heard Chen Yuan casually mention Daryl's death, he immediately and subconsciously concluded that his companion's death was most likely related to this Chinese waiter!

Then I recalled the rumors circulating among the gang leaders that a mysterious underworld boss was hiding in a Chinese restaurant in the South District.

Jamal's expression immediately changed from shock and anger to fear.

Seeing that the black man was so frightened that he kept backing away and stopped talking, Chen Yuan patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction, and then turned to the old Mo on his right.

"Antonio, what did you do at Diego's house last night?"

The Mexican man named Antonio had planned to find an opportunity to snatch the gun and teach Chen Yuan a lesson.

But after hearing this, his face turned green.

Diego was a minor leader in the Sinaloa gang who mentored him.

Last night, Diego was summoned away by a more influential member of the gang. Apparently, he was there to support the gang and see if he could help the leader secure a position of authority.

Antonio's status in the gang was too low to qualify for this level of gang meetings.

So he secretly went to Diego's house and spent the night with Diego's wife.

If the ruthless Diego finds out about this, Antonio's fate will likely be very tragic.

Therefore, he looked at Chen Yuan in great fear and instinctively wanted to deny it.

But once this kind of thing gets out, even if it's not true, it will still reach Diego's ears through busybodies.

Whether Diego believes it or not, he would absolutely kill Antonio in order to protect his reputation and prestige.

Upon realizing this, Antonio immediately knelt down.

"Line up, pay, or get out."

Chen Yuan glanced coldly at the two terrified street thugs, uttered those words, and turned to walk back to the restaurant.

[Ding! Host detected verbally threatening two innocent diners. 20 Villain Points awarded.]

The system's reminder pleased Chen Yuan. It would be even better if these petty thugs could come and check in every day to contribute villain points.