Chapter 1657 - 1643
The shopkeeper waved at Feng Luo, his tone filled with impatience.
Feng Luo glared at Chu Ge, thinking this guy, why did he drag her into this for no reason!
Chu Ge received her warning glare, raised an eyebrow slightly, and responded with his eyes: Since you’re the one who started this, naturally you should be the one to resolve it in the end.
It’s not that he wanted a woman to step up for him, but Feng Luo could explain the situation more clearly.
Just now, the waiter twisted the facts, and he figured Feng Luo must be holding back her anger. It would be an opportunity for her to vent; otherwise, he’d suffer later once they returned.
Feng Luo strolled over to him, then stomped her foot on the table. She put her hand on her waist, glared at the shopkeeper, and said, "Did you call me over to apologize to me?"
The shopkeeper was taken aback by her words, "Apologize? To you?"
He let out a cold laugh, pulled a Copper Coin from his bosom, and handed it to Feng Luo, saying, "Take this Copper Coin and leave here quickly, go beg elsewhere."
His face showed no expression, but his eyes carried a hint of disdain.
Feng Luo looked at the Copper Coin in his palm coolly, a rebellious curve appearing at her lips. She pulled out an ingot of Silver from her bosom and slammed it onto the table forcefully. "Don’t think I didn’t hear what your waiter just said! Though I am part of the Beggar Gang, I’ve never begged in a place like this! Open your dog eyes wide and see clearly! I’m here to spend money! It’s your people who looked down on me, saying I came to beg as soon as I walked in, then tried to kick me out!"
She glanced around the room, then her gaze landed on the waiter. "This dog you’ve got is quite loyal, take a look, see if this Silver is enough to cover the cost of your tea?"
The shopkeeper frowned; the reason he was the shopkeeper was because he could observe everything and listen attentively. He heard that Feng Luo’s words were clearly at odds with what the waiter had said.
"Are you saying our people didn’t discern right from wrong when trying to drive you away?"
Obviously, he was a bit skeptical. After all, a beggar walking into a tea house would typically be shooed away by most people.
"Do you think I’m lying? Everyone here is watching."
Feng Luo gestured backward, and the people watching the commotion immediately took a step back, afraid of getting caught up in the trouble.
Seeing these people were cowards, she pouted, then turned to the shopkeeper, "I have no reason to lie."
The shopkeeper turned his gaze to the strong man still lying on the ground and asked, "But what about this? Surely you can’t say our people are deliberately lying on the ground to frame you?"
Feng Luo was speechless; this shopkeeper gave her a sense of trying to muddy the water as if he was intentionally pushing responsibility onto them to cause trouble.
Chu Ge stood up, walked to the strong man, half-crouched down.
The strong man fearfully wanted to move away, but his wound hurt so much that even the slightest movement felt like tearing pain.
"Wha-what are you doing?" that man asked, trembling.
Chu Ge sneered without speaking, raised his hand, and gripped the man’s wrist. The surrounding strong men holding sticks saw this and immediately stepped forward, raising their sticks above Chu Ge’s head.
"Don’t move!"
"Stop!"
They spoke in unison.
Chu Ge completely ignored them, injected a thread of True Qi into the strong man’s wrist, quickly relieving his body’s pain.
The strong man stared at Chu Ge in shock, his eyes full of disbelief.
The guards around saw Chu Ge still holding on to his hand and immediately swung their sticks directly at him.
Before their sticks could even touch Chu Ge, they were repelled by the True Qi surrounding him, simultaneously being sent flying backward.
Everyone present, including the shopkeeper, was stunned by the scene; he stared at Chu Ge in sheer terror. This person’s martial arts were too powerful; even if all their bodyguards were combined, they couldn’t beat him.
Seeing this, Feng Luo clapped her hands and cheered, "Well done! You bunch of fools who bite Lv Dongbin, you don’t even recognize a good heart when you see one! He’s curing his ailment, and you repay kindness with enmity!"
She pointed at the shopkeeper’s people and cursed.
Chu Ge stood up, calmly surveying the crowd, coolly looking at the strong man on the ground, and said, "You can move now, so stop pretending to lie there."
The strong man’s lips twitched; he tried moving his arm and found he really could move, and the piercing pain from before was gone.
He stood up, shocked, moved his body, "I’m not hurting anymore?"
His words were full of astonishment.
The shopkeeper felt somewhat embarrassed, awkwardly stepped forward to Chu Ge and said, "My dear friend, I was mistaken, thinking you intended harm to my brother, so I ordered them to attack you. You see, there’s no harm done, only they’ve all injured themselves; please don’t hold it against them."
He spoke with such words, not to smooth things over with Chu Ge, but simply hoping Chu Ge wouldn’t mind the past incident.
He had already seen the situation clearly; this man was highly skilled in martial arts, not someone to be trifled with. If someone came to wreck their business, it would inevitably smear the face of the Princely Heir; he had to regain this dignity.
So now he turned his gaze to Feng Luo, just a beggar, nothing unforgivable.
Thinking this, his gaze fell on Feng Luo, "You started this mess; I already gave you money earlier, now take it and leave quickly!"
Can’t afford to offend Martial Artists, can he not afford to offend a beggar?
The shopkeeper utterly disregarded Feng Luo.
Feng Luo understood his intention, chuckling lightly, this shopkeeper surely knew how to pick the soft persimmon! But she wasn’t one to be easily crushed.
"Seems like the shopkeeper’s mind already has scales."
Feng Luo said softly, "But how unfortunate, your calculations are wrong; I’ve decided to drink your tea! I’ve already paid, not doing business? I don’t think even you can be a shopkeeper for long."
The shopkeeper’s face turned extremely unpleasant; he didn’t expect this little beggar looking quite young, yet having a sharp tongue.
He cleared his throat, saying to Feng Luo, "But we don’t welcome beggars here, and dressed like you are, carrying an odor, it affects our other customers."
Feng Luo’s face immediately changed unfavorably, she stepped forward, hands on her waist, glared at the shopkeeper, "An odor? You smell it! You smell! Is there an odor on me?"
As she spoke, she approached the shopkeeper, forcing him to retreat until he was backed up against a pillar.
"You!"