Chapter 6802
Tell them to get out here
Wang Sha's voice was sharp and piercing, echoing in the corridor and drawing the attention of those around her.
This might be exactly what she wanted—to make Yun Yuyan a laughingstock to everyone.
"Get out of here, you old bastard!"
Ma Mengmeng's shrill scream, as sharp as a blade slicing through glass, suddenly rang out. Her face was full of disgust, and her eyes were wide open, as if she had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.
She took a large step back as if avoiding a plague, and due to the excessive force, her body swayed and she almost bumped into Wang Sha, who also had a mean-looking face, behind her.
"Hey, be careful not to get my new shoes dirty!"
Wang Sha frowned, stepped back in disgust, and kept muttering to herself.
After regaining her footing, Ma Mengmeng continued to yell at the top of her lungs, "Get away from me if you have dirty hands and feet!"
"Look at that greasy apron you're wearing, it's black and sticky, it's disgusting!"
"Do you know how much this dress cost? It's an LV! A limited edition worldwide. If you get it dirty, even selling your lousy shop wouldn't be enough to pay for it!"
"Even if you sold yourself for ten lifetimes, you still wouldn't be able to raise that much money!"
As she spoke, she exaggeratedly patted the air on the side where the landlady had been near, making such a large movement as if she had picked up some deadly germ and it would kill her if she didn't pat it off.
The proprietress's face, which had been wearing a fawning smile, turned deathly pale in an instant. Her hand froze in mid-air, her fingertips still stained with oil droplets left from frying the crispy pork. Those oil droplets glistened under the light, but at that moment they seemed particularly glaring.
She subconsciously rubbed her apron against the wall, the rough fabric making a rustling sound that was particularly jarring in the deathly quiet corridor, like heavy slaps to her heart.
"Miss, I'm so sorry..."
The proprietress's lips trembled, and her voice shook violently, like a leaf shivering in the cold wind.
Her waist bent lower and lower without her noticing, as if she wanted to shrink into the greasy folds of her apron and disappear.
"We run a small business, working from dawn till dusk every day just to earn a little money. Please bear with us..."
She pleaded desperately, her eyes filled with helplessness and fear.
"be magnanimous?"
Wang Sha's shrill laughter was like shards of glass scraping against your eardrums, making you feel uncomfortable all over.
She took a half step back in disgust, crossed her arms, and looked at him with contempt and disdain. "Take care of all the germs on you? Look at you, you're filthy, who knows how many germs you have!"
"You think you can tolerate me getting my limited edition items dirty? These shoes, bags, and clothes of mine—aren't they all incredibly valuable? If you even touch them, they'll lower their value!"
With a loud crash, the kitchen door was violently kicked open, as if it had been burst open by an unnamed rage.
Zhang Fei rushed out, clutching a still-dripping strainer. The water from the strainer splashed onto the ground, making a "drip-drip" sound.
The veins on his forehead bulged out, like earthworms wriggling under his skin, and the front of his apron was stained with dark brown oil, making him look particularly disheveled.
Those hands, calloused from years of tossing the wok, were now clenched so tightly that the knuckles were bluish-white, as if they wanted to crush the bones.
He stood like a wall in front of his mother, his posture upright and resolute, giving off an aura of inviolability. His bloodshot eyes were fixed on Wang Sha's exquisitely made-up face, his gaze burning with fury. "Get out! My little shop can't afford to serve pampered people like you!"
"You think you're so great just because you have a few stinking coins? In my eyes, you're nothing!"
His voice was deep and powerful, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying an unquestionable authority.
Ma Mengmeng gasped dramatically, her voice sharp as the cry of an owl, as if she had witnessed the most ridiculous joke in the world.
With her hands on her hips, head held high, and a mocking smile on her lips, she shrieked, "Oh my! A poor barbecue vendor like you dares to point fingers at us? Why don't you take a piss and look at your own pathetic state!"
Her slender, white fingers, like sharp swords, almost pierced Zhang Fei's nose. Her long, bright red nail polish shimmered eerily under the light, as if it were about to drip down at any moment.
"Open your dog eyes and look around! Do you know who we are? With your looks and attitude, you dare to challenge us? Believe me, I can make one phone call and turn your shack into ruins tomorrow!"
"At that time, you won't even have a place to stay, and you'll have to sleep on the streets!"
She paused deliberately, her eyes full of provocation and disdain, then shouted at the top of her lungs, "Have you heard of the Ma family of Gucheng? They're a family that can make Gucheng tremble with a stomp of their feet!"
“My dad is the core figure in the Ma family. If he stomps his foot, you ants won’t even be left with a trace! By then, you won’t even have time to cry!”
The four characters "Ancient City Ma Family" were like nails hardened with ice, carrying a chilling aura, and were driven deep into Zhang Fei's originally burning rage.
His body jolted violently, as if struck by an invisible lightning bolt. The bulging veins suddenly froze beneath his dark skin, like frozen earthworms.
He knew all too well what the Ma family of the ancient city meant. They were one of the top ten families in the ancient city, with a deeply entrenched family influence and mountains of wealth.
Even a speck of dust leaking from between their fingers could crush someone like him who makes a living as a street vendor.
The thought that his hard-earned shop might be destroyed and his family's livelihood would be gone caused his clenched fists to loosen weakly, as if all his strength had been drained away.
The strainer, which had been tightly held in his hand, fell to the ground with a clatter, making a crisp yet jarring sound in the silent air.
The strainer rolled a few times on the ground, covered in dust, just like Zhang Fei's shattered hopes at that moment.
The fear of losing his livelihood was like a cold snake, instantly coiling around his heart and making it hard for him to breathe.
His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he found that he couldn't make a sound; it was as if something was blocking his throat.
Seeing Zhang Fei's face turn ashen, Ma Mengmeng raised her already arrogant chin even higher, as if she wanted to lift her nostrils to the sky.
She took a step forward with her high-heeled foot, the tip of her heel almost touching Zhang Fei's worn-out cloth shoes, a gesture full of insult and provocation.
Her bright red fingertip pointed at Zhang Fei again, her eyes filled with malice and resentment, and she said through gritted teeth, "You filthy thing, know what's good for you!"
"Is that pretentious bitch Yun Yuyan in there?"
"Make her get out here right now!"
"And that bastard surnamed Xiao she was hooking up with..."
Ma Mengmeng was speaking arrogantly, but before she could finish, a cold, dark shadow swiftly slashed in from the side like a ghost, moving so fast that it was almost impossible to react. (End of Chapter)