Chapter 92: Spice Eating Competition II
Just as the tension reached its boiling point, a clear, unwavering voice rose from the crowd.
"Enough."
Everyone turned to see Wang Zhenhua stepping forward, with fire in his eyes.
Despite his youthful face, the weight behind his words made the crowd fall silent.
"I’m Wang Zhenhua," he announced, lifting his chin. "Son of Wang Jian, the chairman of the Lianwu Street Commerce Association."
The Golden Earth punks froze.
Some of the crowd whispered, recognizing his name. Others leaned forward, sensing something juicy was about to happen.
Zhenhua didn’t flinch as he faced the group. "These men, these so-called victims, aren’t here to shop, and they definitely didn’t come for noodles."
One of the thugs laughed nervously. "What’re you saying, kid? We just wanted to check the place out. This whole crowd thing? We had no idea!"
Zhenhua ignored him. His voice was calm but full of conviction.
"They’re thugs. They came here in the past pretending to be businessmen, but all they did was blackmail, threaten, and beat up our tenants."