Dual-wielding! 100x proficiency, I'll grind my way to godhood!

Huang Zixuan led everyone to the riverside night market, where the aroma of barbecue wafted far and wide on the river breeze.

Rows of barbecue stalls stood there, the charcoal fires glowing red-hot, meat skewers sizzling on the iron racks, beer bottles clanging against each other, and the streets filled with the sounds of laughter and playful banter—it was quite lively.

The group found a long table by the side and sat down. Huang Zixuan picked up the menu and scribbled on it, then called out to the owner.

"Boss, fifty skewers each of our signature lamb and beef, ten servings each of grilled eggplant and grilled leeks, and two cases of ice-cold beer!"

"Okay! Almost done!"

The boss had a loud voice and flipped through the slips of paper very quickly.

Two packs of cigarettes were opened on the table, and everyone lit one. Shen Yi and Huang Zixuan poured drinks for everyone.

Huang Zixuan picked up his cup and took a big gulp, then put the cup down and looked at Chen Mo, his expression becoming much more serious.

"Brother Mo, tell me, who exactly is trying to cause you trouble? In Hangzhou, I still have some influence."

Chen Mo leaned back in the plastic chair, a cigarette between his fingers, and flicked off the ash.

"I don't know his name, I only know his surname is Zhao, and he's someone important. He called this afternoon and said he's coming to my door tomorrow to confront me."

"Your surname is Zhao?"

Huang Zixuan frowned, his face darkening.

"If it's the Zhao family in Hangzhou, they're definitely a formidable family. They're not some small, insignificant household."

Zhou Zitao scoffed and took a sip of his drink.

"A tough nut to crack? How tough can it be? Tougher than our family? Just a local bully in Hangzhou. How high can it jump to?"

Shen Yi leaned back in his chair, a hint of disdain on his lips.

"Exactly. Local families might have some connections at the provincial level, but can they compare to those in the capital?"

Han Ziang was even more direct, blowing a smoke ring.

"He's really asking for it. I'll bring two people over tomorrow and give him a good beating, then he'll behave."

The three of them chatted amongst themselves, completely disregarding the Zhao family. After all, they came from top-tier families in the capital, and local dignitaries were no match for them.

Huang Zixuan shook his head, lowering his voice even further.

"It's not as simple as you think. The Zhao family has been operating in Zhejiang Province for many years, with people planted in various departments. They have deep roots."

"The most powerful one is the current Secretary of the Provincial Political and Legal Affairs Commission, a direct descendant of the Zhao family. In this small area of ​​Zhejiang Province, he calls the shots in the public security, procuratorate, and judicial system, so he certainly has the right to be arrogant."

Huang Zixuan hesitated for a moment, took a sip of wine, and then continued.

"My dad was transferred here from elsewhere, so he doesn't have much of a foothold. If we really go head-to-head, he might not come out on top."

Upon hearing this, the smiles on Shen Yi's and the others instantly vanished.

The secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Commission, who oversees the entire political and legal system of the province, is certainly not an ordinary local tycoon, but a high-ranking official with real power.

If an ordinary person gets involved, they can be completely controlled.

There was a two-second silence on the table.

Ye Jingge stubbed out his cigarette and took a sip of his ice-cold beer.

"I'll handle tomorrow's matters."

He looked at Huang Zixuan, his tone indifferent.

"Zixuan, you shouldn't get involved. Your father works in Hangzhou, and if he clashes directly with the Zhao family, it will have some impact on him. Just have a drink with us tonight, and don't worry about anything else."

Huang Zixuan looked a little embarrassed and scratched his head.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Second Brother. If there's anything I can help you with, just let me know."

He poured a full glass of wine and toasted Chen Mo.

"Brother Mo, I'm really sorry, I couldn't help you."

Chen Mo waved his hand.

"It's alright, eat and drink as you please, don't worry about it."

For Huang Zixuan's father, this incident is both a risk and an opportunity.

Whether they can control it or not depends entirely on themselves.

Chen Mo didn't need to worry at all, since the Ye family was there for him.

A provincial political and legal affairs secretary is a very important official in the eyes of ordinary people, but in the eyes of a top family in Beijing like the Ye family, it is really not a big deal.

On the contrary, the Ye family was eager to find an opportunity to get closer to him. How could the Ye family miss such an opportunity to show their abilities?

If they can't even handle this little thing, then the Ye family will lose all their value.

Of course, he wouldn't say these words aloud; he simply raised his glass and gestured to everyone.

"Alright, let's not talk about anything that's going to spoil the mood. Let's drink."

Several people raised their glasses, clinked them together, and downed the cold beer. The previous tension instantly dissipated, and they started laughing and joking again.

Plates of grilled skewers were served, their aroma filling the air.

A few people were eating skewers and drinking, chatting about everything under the sun, with the river breeze blowing – it was much more comfortable than being cooped up in a bar.

Just as they were getting into a lively conversation, a group of people strolled over, breaking the relaxed atmosphere at the table.

Four or five Indian men, with curly hair and dark skin, wearing flashy floral shirts.

A group of people were covered in pungent cologne, mixed with their own body odor, and the wind made their noses sting.

Two stylishly dressed Chinese girls were walking and laughing with them, chatting animatedly.

The group of people had their eyes fixed on Ye Yunshu and Lu Xingyao from afar, and stopped in their tracks as they approached.

The Indian guy leading the group was wearing a bright red shirt and swayed his head as he walked, thinking he was incredibly handsome.

He walked straight to Ye Yunshu's side, bent over, and rattled off a string of English with a strong curry smell, while his head kept swaying from side to side, each sway sending a whiff of that strange smell into people's faces.

Ye Yunshu's face instantly turned cold. She immediately covered her nose and leaned against Chen Mo, her eyes full of disgust.

Lu Xingyao was choked by the smell and leaned closer to Chen Mo, covering her mouth and gagging twice, muttering softly.

"It stinks..."

"Damn! What a buzzkill!"

Han Zi'ang slammed his hand on the table and stood up, pointing at the group of Indians and yelling.

"Get lost! Can't you understand human language?!"

Shen Yi also stood up, his face ashen.

"Get out of here!"

However, the Indians couldn't understand Chinese at all. Seeing the two men's furious expressions, they were not afraid at all. Instead, they laughed even more and continued to speak curry-English while shaking their heads.

At this moment, two Chinese girls who had followed quickly ran over and blocked the Indian man's path, pointing at Han Zi'ang and launching into a tirade of insults.

"What's wrong with you?! Don't you have any manners?!"

"That foreign friend just came over to say hello, why are you being so rude? That's so impolite!"

"That's discrimination! You have no manners whatsoever, aren't you a disgrace to the Chinese people!"

The two girls chattered away, their words coming out like machine guns, each one making a big accusation, leaving Han Ziang completely bewildered.

Han Zi'ang was so angry that his face turned ashen. He pointed at them, and then at the grinning Indian man behind them.

"Are you blind? Didn't you see what they were trying to do? This is called greeting? This is called harassment!"

"They just wanted to make friends and take a photo, how is that considered harassment?"

The girl retorted defiantly.

"It's your minds that are too filthy!"

Shen Yi was also furious, but he had no way to vent his anger on the two unreasonable girls and the few Indians who couldn't understand him. He was so angry that his teeth itched.

The two sides were completely on different wavelengths, each talking to themselves, and it was impossible to understand them at all.

P.S.: I'm bullish on Australia and Colombia today.