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"Impure motives?"

"You look like you have ulterior motives. You're opening your door to do business, and you dare to forcibly stop customers?"

"I think there's a legal regulation about this," Chen Huan muttered, half-understanding the situation.

Qiao Lingling, who was standing next to her, immediately nodded, "You're right. They can't refuse regular customers; it's the operator's obligation."

When Ma Wanhao saw that Chen Huan was now resorting to legal means, he felt helpless.

He frowned and said, "If you're really here for a meal, then of course you're welcome."

"No one is stopping you."

They said they wouldn't stop them, but they were standing right in the middle of the doorway.

Several thugs followed behind him, completely blocking the door and preventing them from entering.

"Go away, a good dog doesn't block the way." The fat man stepped forward and shoved everyone, including Ma Wanhao, aside.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Chen Huan led Qiao Lingling directly into the restaurant lobby.

The hall was packed with people, and it looked like business was booming.

Chen Huan frowned and asked Qiao Lingling next to her, "Didn't you say his business was so-so? This whole floor is packed."

Qiao Lingling clicked her tongue. "Do you really not understand?"

"Take a close look at these people eating, look at the food on their tables."

Chen Huan glanced at it and quickly noticed something amiss.

The people eating seemed to have ordered some simple dishes, and several tables had exactly the same food and drinks, as if they were copying each other.

"Tuo'er?" the fat man muttered from the side.

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Qiao Lingling showed an appreciative expression, "The fat guy knows more."

"A large portion of these are just shills, used to create hype."

Chen Huan suddenly realized, "So that's how it can be done!"

One of the tables where people were acting as shills was right next to them.

It looks like he's doing it part-time, like looking after the venue.

Upon seeing that Chen Huan and his group appeared to have ill intentions, and noticing that Ma Wanhao also had a gloomy expression, Ma Wanhao realized that they had come with ill intentions.

So these people immediately stood up in unison, seemingly intending to intervene.

"Have you finished eating?"

"Thank you for making room," Chen Huan said with a grin, pretending to be clueless.

"Who..." The leader instinctively wanted to curse.

Suddenly sensing the oppressive force in Chen Huan's eyes, he was speechless.

"If you're full, move aside and don't block the way." The fat man stretched out his hand and ate another meal.

Several people staggered and grimaced as they left the table.

Other people nearby were ready to come and help.

At this moment, Ma Wanhao subtly gave them a wink, signaling them not to make any rash moves.

Business here was already so-so. If people found out that most of the customers were paid shills, the restaurant would probably be completely ruined.

Moreover, this is my own territory, and I can't make any noise here under any circumstances.

Ma Wanhao plans to remain calm and wait for the right opportunity to strike.

He believed that with his abilities, experience, courage, and boldness, he should be more than capable of dealing with Chen Huan and his group's initiative to cause trouble.

After a brief period of surprise and anxiety, Ma Wanhao gradually calmed down and became increasingly confident.

He had always been on guard against retaliation; after all, in the world of martial arts, one is bound to get hurt sooner or later.

He kept sending people to cause trouble for the sauerkraut fish restaurant, and they always came back to him; it was all only right and proper.

And once you've gone through this, you won't have to worry about anything anymore.

Ma Wanhao asked the waiter to clear the table and let Chen Huan and the others sit down, while he and a few others sat at a table next to him.

He wanted to see for himself what tricks Chen Huan and his group could pull.

"There are surveillance cameras everywhere in this lobby, and the police station is only a two-minute drive away."

"We live in a harmonious society now, so we have to consider the consequences of everything we do." Ma Wanhao said, as if talking to himself, but it also sounded like a show of contempt and provocation towards Chen Huan and his group.

At this moment, Qiao Lingling, who was sitting opposite Chen Huan, had her eyebrows furrowed.

I've been sitting here for a while now, and apart from constantly seeing Ma Wanhao's disgusting, provocative fat face, nothing else seems to have happened.

She didn't quite understand what Chen Huan planned to do next.

Or is it that he had no intention at all, and was just sitting here to put so-called pressure on others?

That's such a lame move. How are we going to handle this later?

If they go back so dejectedly, Ma Wanhao's disruptive behavior will definitely escalate and become endless.

Just thinking about it gave Qiao Lingling a terrible headache.

At this moment, Chen Huan asked leisurely, "Boss Ma, do you have rats here?"

Ma Wanhao frowned, then replied with a cold laugh, "What do you need a rat for?"

"We serve Northern cuisine here, we don't cook Southern food, and we don't eat rats."

"I meant alive," Chen Huan added with a chuckle.

Ma Wanhao snorted, "This is a high-end restaurant. You'll hardly see a rat, let alone a fly or mosquito."

"Unlike in your village, where there are those things everywhere."

At this point, he immediately joined his men in unrestrained laughter.

His expression was full of mockery and disdain.

Chen Huan wasn't angry at all; instead, she gave a meaningful look and said, "Really? I don't believe it."

Ma Wanhao glared at him. "I think you're just here to cause trouble."

"How come there are rats here?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a very strange squeaking sound was heard.

"What's that noise?" a customer with sharp ears asked curiously in the lobby.

Squeak squeak squeak.

Such commotions became more and more frequent and obvious.

It felt like the sound was coming from the kitchen.

A few seconds later, a huge gray rat brazenly barged into the hotel lobby under everyone's watchful eyes.

"Ugh, that's disgusting."

"What a huge rat!"

"How come there are rats in the restaurant, and they're so fat? What do they usually eat?"

"It looks like it came from the kitchen, it's really disgusting!" The people eating couldn't help but grumble.

Ma Wanhao's face immediately darkened. He slammed his hand on the table and stood up. "Who brought the rats here?"

"This must be a setup by someone, Chen Huan, was it you?!"

Chen Huan raised his eyebrows. "What the hell? Am I not your father?"

Ma Wanhao was trembling with anger.

If it were anyone else, he would have already found someone to beat them up.

But now standing opposite him is Chen Huan, and this one guy alone is not someone he can deal with by force.

Moreover, he brought along a fat man who looked like he had considerable fighting ability.

This matter can only be resolved in another way.

Ma Wanhao gritted his teeth.

There are other guests having a proper meal in the hall; these are people you absolutely cannot offend.

So he quickly put on a smile and explained to everyone, "This rat incident was just a coincidence; it was a frame-up by a villain. There's no need to be too nervous."

"I'll find someone to resolve this immediately."

Before they could even catch the big rat, they heard squeaking sounds coming from outside.

And it sounded like a large-scale operation, as if there was more than one.