Chef Hua

The torrential rain poured down nonstop from the sky, so dense that it created a sheet of mist across the yard that enveloped everyone within. From a distance, all that could be seen was a blurry shadow, and the sound of voices was drowned out by the rain, gradually becoming indistinguishable.

As Meng Yuhuai stepped out from the porch into the yard, his clothes became thoroughly soaked almost instantly, yet he didn’t appear disheveled in the least.

He stood tall and large, with his hands clasped behind his back, his blue-gray garment clinging wet to his body, showcasing his wasp waist and apelike back even more, his posture straight and towering. His expression remained unchanged from beginning to end, his eyes fixed intently on Dong Deyou across from him. A chill emanated from him, spreading bit by bit, just like his demeanor, calm and unhurried, yet with an unyielding force that surged toward Dong Deyou.

Each trade has its own special rules, perhaps unwritten, but upheld for thousands of years without fail, inviolable by anyone. Those who work in the escort industry have always subscribed to simple rules of conduct, typically bonding over martial arts on ordinary days and inclined to resolve problems with their fists when issues arise.

In the region of Tang’an Prefecture, ever since the escort agencies had been established, using martial force to settle disputes had become a common occurrence. It was said that in the early years, the agencies fought over territories, often resulting in bloody, life-or-death struggles. The victor would take over all the business on that turf, while the defeated had no choice but to leave, tails between their legs.

This rule may be a bit bloody, yet it has been passed down and retained to this day. It may rarely be of use now, but it remains an undeniable presence.

Now, Meng Yuhuai intended to settle matters this way, evidently planning to take over the entire escort trade in Tang’an Prefecture for Lianshun Escort Agency, not leaving a single drop of soup for Shenglong Escort Agency.

Standing next to Han Hu, a young man ran over to get a Flower Disc Stick and quickly handed it to Meng Yuhuai. Hua Xiaomai was hiding in the cottage, her gaze fixed unblinkingly on the tall figure in the yard, her heart trembling slightly.

"Sister-in-law, are you scared?"

Li Yingchun, however, remained calm as ever, treating Hua Xiaomai like an old acquaintance and nudged her shoulder with his elbow.

Talking nonsense, how could she not be scared?