House Dad's Literary Life

“Where it is possible to let people off, one should spare them. Brother, you’ve already cut off this young man’s future. Don’t be so overbearing, alright?”

Everyone turned their heads to look, and a tall man dressed in casual clothes walked over.

Lin Mu’an opened his mouth. He recognized the man as the coffee shop owner.

Yang Yi didn’t even glance at Lin Mu’an. He boldly sat down in front of Chief Huang. In full view of everyone, it didn’t seem the least bit out of place.

“Who are you again? Old Lei, why are there so many strange people in your place?” Chief Huang asked displeased.

“Me? Like you, I’m just an ordinary customer. When I see injustice, I speak up.” Yang Yi smiled slightly and looked at Boss Lei, “What, Boss Lei, you’re not driving this troublemaker away, but wants to drive me away?”

Boss Lei still had a smile on his face, but his eyes were constantly darting around. He was clearly deep in thought.

He couldn’t quite see through Yang Yi. From the outside, Yang Yi was just an ordinary wealthy person, but his aura was not like that of an ordinary person at all. Moreover, despite the chaotic situation and several security guards present, Yang Yi sat there with confidence. Boss Lei dared not offend him easily.

As long as he couldn’t figure out the other party’s background, it was better not to provoke them! Boss Lei, who was experienced in such matters, smiled and said, “Not at all! Customers are always welcome. How can we drive people away casually when we open the door to do business?”

“Old Lei, are you throwing my face in front of others?” Chief Huang said unhappily, “This person has already been so disrespectful, hurry up and get rid of him”

Boss Lei’s face changed as he weighed the importance of the matter.

“Chief Huang, right? Have you ever heard the saying ‘Leave a way out for others, so you can meet again in the future?ʼ” Yang Yi slowly opened his mouth.

Chief Huang was already displeased, and after drinking alcohol, he became irritable and easily angered. He immediately flew into a rage. He raised the vodka bottle, which still had some liquid in it, and pointed it at Yang Yi, saying, “Listen, you m…..”

Before he could finish speaking, Yang Yi’s hand flashed with a white light, shocking Chief Huang.

“Pu…” A small knife was fiercely nailed next to Chief Huang’s ear, or more accurately, into the wooden post behind his head. The entire blade was completely buried in the wood, and the handle did not move at all!

Chief Huang swallowed the rest of his curses, mechanically turned his head, and stared blankly at the handle of the knife. He hadn’t fully processed what had just happened, but he was already drenched in cold sweat, and most of his drunkenness had dissipated.

Those security guards panicked and took out their rubber sticks, looking at Yang Yi as if they were facing a big enemy. But Boss Lei responded promptly and quickly stopped his own people, shouting, “Put it away, put it away!”

Boss Lei was also shocked just now. Although he still couldn’t figure out Yang Yi, with the move Yang Yi had just made, Boss Lei knew that he couldn’t provoke such people.

Boss Lei was just a bar owner running a legitimate slow lounge bar, not involved in any illegal activities. He understood the importance of avoiding trouble whenever possible.

Yang Yi slowly revealed another fruit knife in his hand, his fingers caressing the gleaming blade as he smiled slightly and said, “Chief Huang, we’re all civilized people here. There’s no need to make this a life-and-death struggle, don’t you think?”

Chief Huang finally regained his frightened soul. He stared at Yang Yi closely or rather at the remaining knife in Yang Yi’s hand. His teeth trembled a bit, and he said, “You, what do you want?”

Just now, that knife almost directly inserted into his forehead. Chief Huang didn’t know if the other party did it deliberately, but he managed to skillfully avoid his forehead.

However, Chief Huang was genuinely frightened. He was half sober now, and his rationality returned. He wasn’t involved in any underworld activities either. Although he was wealthy, his family and business were significant to him, and his life was especially precious. He didn’t want the remaining knife to end up squarely on his forehead.

Now, he was carefully sizing up Yang Yi’s burly figure and slightly “ferocious” face, his heart pounding crazily.