: The Two Divine Protectors! The Terrified Young Master of the Capital

"Smack."

A crisp, sharp sound rang out in the quiet hall.

The Centurion Infinity Black Card, studded with diamonds, slid off Young Master Wang's face.

It spun around and fell onto the bluish-gray stone floor.

A dry, cold draft blew in through the half-open wooden door.

The air in the hall seemed to freeze completely in that instant.

Only the faint crackling sound of firewood burning in the kitchen stove continued unhurriedly.

Young Master Wang touched his cheek, which was still sore from being hit.

A conspicuous red mark quickly appeared.

He looked down at the black card on the ground, a symbol of the world's top wealth.

My mind went blank for a brief moment.

He was spoiled growing up abroad and got used to using money to pave the way.

In his mind, this run-down restaurant in the alley was nothing more than a hyped-up internet-famous spot.

The stunningly beautiful woman in front of me is at most a receptionist hired by the boss to maintain appearances.

But now, this "receptionist" actually pulled out an unlimited black card that even his father didn't have and slammed it hard into his face!

But after a brief moment of shock, an uncontrollable rage surged within him.

He is the only son of a real estate tycoon in Beijing!

Today, in a dilapidated courtyard house, a woman publicly pointed her finger at me and told me to get out!

If this gets back to his supercar club circle, how will he ever be able to make a living in Beijing again?

The string of reason snapped completely.

Young Master Wang's face, which was originally passable, instantly twisted into a ferocious expression.

He stomped hard on the black card on the ground and pointed it sharply at Jiang Ruoyun's nose.

"You're asking for it, aren't you?!"

Young Master Wang's voice became sharp and shrill due to extreme anger.

He turned around and roared furiously at the four burly bodyguards in black behind him.

"Get to work! Flip these two tables!"

"Tie this woman up and put her in the car! Let's see who dares to interfere today!"

The four bodyguards immediately turned menacing.

They were just thugs who did things for money, and they didn't care where they were.

Several men rudely pushed aside the chairs blocking their way, their knuckles cracking as they strode forward.

The heavy leather shoes trod on the bluestone slabs, carrying a strong sense of oppression.

Not a single one of the diners sitting in the hall got up to avoid it.

These people are either internet giants worth billions or powerful financial tycoons.

They held their rough porcelain teacups and sipped their tea slowly and deliberately.

Some people even changed to a more comfortable sitting position with great interest.

The way they looked at Young Master Wang and his bodyguards was like looking at a group of dead people lining up to jump off a cliff.

How dare you overturn the table on the Forest God's territory?

These people probably don't even know how to write the word "death".

Behind the counter, Lin Mo's eyes instantly turned cold.

His previous languid and nonchalant demeanor vanished the moment the bodyguards approached.

A chilling aura, as if plunging one into an ice cave, surfaced in his deep eyes.

Without making a sound, he completely shielded Jiang Ruoyun behind his broad back.

His right hand hung down naturally, gripping the solid jujube wood rolling pin on the edge of the cutting board.

He mentally calculated the distance.

Dealing with these four physically strong but mentally challenged individuals will only take a maximum of three seconds.

Not even the rolling pin will get stained with blood.

However, just as Lin Mo slightly tightened his wrist, preparing to teach these people a lesson...

"Bang!"

At the far end of the hall, near the corner of the kitchen, is an eight-immortal table.

Suddenly, a deafening explosion rang out!

That was the sound of someone slamming their palm against the solid wood tabletop.

The force was so great that several empty bowls on the table jumped up.

"Who dares to cause trouble in Master Lin's shop?!"

Two powerful, furious roars, like thunderclaps from a clear sky.

At the same time, it exploded in the hall!

Young Master Wang was startled by the sudden roar.

Enraged, he turned around and cursed viciously, "Which blind old fool wants to find...?"

He hadn't even uttered the word "death" yet.

His voice was as if it were being tightly gripped by a pair of rusty iron pliers, stuck in his throat.

Two old men stood up at the table in the corner.

The one on the left has an oil-stained plastic apron tied around her waist, with the sleeves rolled up high.

The one on the right has a white towel draped around his neck to wipe his sweat, and he's holding half a head of unpeeled garlic in his hand.

The two people each held an empty, large, coarse porcelain bowl in their hands.

She was staring at him menacingly, her eyes wide with anger.

Young Master Wang's gaze fell on the faces of the two men.

The pupils dilated and contracted to their maximum size in an instant!

A chill mixed with icy shards shot wildly upwards from his tailbone.

It instantly froze all the blood in his body.

He recognized her completely!

The old man on the left, wearing an apron and looking like a dishwasher.

He is a leading figure in the world of traditional Chinese painting, a living god whose paintings are extremely rare and highly sought after, Master Zhou Yang!

Last year, his father took him to Zhou Yang's studio to ask for a painting in order to curry favor with a big shot.

In the midst of the heavy snow, his usually aloof father stood outside the door for five hours like a grandson!

They offered an exorbitant price of 80 million, just for Master Zhou to casually paint a couple of strokes.

As a result, Master Zhou kicked them out along with their gifts, not even letting them cross the threshold!

And the old man on the right with a towel draped around his neck and a clove of garlic.

It made him feel suffocated.

That's Wang Cuncun, the absolute authority in the Department of Ancient Architecture at Tsinghua University, a national treasure-level expert!

He was a national treasure-level figure whom even the highest-ranking national leader had to consult with utmost respect during his inspections!

Even the most prestigious families in the capital would respectfully address him as "Old Master Wang"!

These two are like gods who can shake the entire cultural circle of Beijing with a single stomp of their feet.

He's wearing an apron, holding garlic, and eating noodles in a run-down alleyway restaurant?!

Moreover, judging from their posture...

He clearly thought he was a waiter at this store!

Young Master Wang felt a sudden dizziness.

Cold sweat poured from my forehead like water from a tap that had been turned on.

Within seconds, his back was completely soaked with cold sweat.

That flashy floral shirt clung tightly to his body, chilling him to the bone.

The four bodyguards had no idea who these two titans were.

Seeing the two withered old men stand up with broken bowls, I thought they were just ordinary diners trying to be heroes.

The lead bodyguard sneered and was about to step forward to make a move.

"Are you all blind?! Get out of my way!"

Young Master Wang turned around abruptly, as if he had gone mad.

He kicked the lead bodyguard hard in the shin.

His voice was distorted by extreme fear, cracking loudly.

The four bodyguards were stunned by their young master's sudden and crazy behavior.

They stood frozen in place, unsure whether to move forward or backward.

Zhou Yang strode forward.

The empty bowl in his hand creaked as he squeezed it.

His eyes, which had seen countless storms, were now filled with contempt and anger.

He stared intently at the trembling young master Wang.

"Who do you think is making such a big show of things?"

Zhou Yang snorted coldly, his voice revealing undisguised contempt.

"So it was that good-for-nothing son of Old Wang from the south of the city."

He suddenly raised his hand and pointed directly at Young Master Wang's nose with his oily fingers.

Yelled.

"Your dad, that nouveau riche real estate tycoon who only knows how to build boxes, wouldn't dare breathe loudly in front of me even if he were standing right here!"

"Who do you think you are?!"

"You dare bring people to vandalize my master's shop?!"

boom!

The word "master" is like a heavy iron hammer.

It struck Wang Dashao's already fragile nerves without reservation.

It hit him so hard that his mind went blank.

Master Zhou Yang, a leading figure in traditional Chinese painting, would not sell a painting for 80 million yuan.

They actually called this young man who runs a restaurant... Master?!

He actually pointed at Master Zhou's master and called him a lousy cook?!

They even threatened to throw five million at them?!

Young Master Wang's worldview has completely collapsed.

His family background, which he was proud of, and his wealth, which he was proud of.

In this small courtyard, in front of these two old men, he was nothing but a laughable fart!

If this gets back to his father's ears...

Or perhaps those two old men would casually leak some information within their circle.

The Wang family's real estate group will be completely unable to operate in Beijing tomorrow!

Those powerful figures who want to curry favor with these two titans will crush the Wang family to pieces as easily as crushing an ant!

"thump!"

A very dull sound.

Young Master Wang's legs instantly lost all support.

He knelt stiffly on the cold bluestone slab like a lump of soft mud.

"Grandpa Zhou... Grandpa Zhou..."

Young Master Wang's voice trembled so much that he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

His face was ashen, and he didn't even have the courage to look up at Zhou Yang.

His whole body was shaking like a leaf.

"Who's your grandfather! Don't try to claim kinship with someone else!"

Zhou Yang took a step back in disgust, as if even looking at him was too dirty.

"Take your lackeys and get out of my master's shop right now!"

"From now on, if you dare to step into Nanluoguxiang even half a step, I'll personally come to your house and have a chat with your father!"

Ask his father to have tea?

This statement is more deadly than any threat.

Young Master Wang felt as if he had been granted a pardon, and he scrambled to his feet from the ground.

He didn't even bother to pick up the black card that had fallen to the ground.

"Yes, yes, yes! I'll leave! I'll leave right now!"

He turned around and roared furiously at the bodyguards who were still in a daze.

"Get out of here! You bunch of useless trash!"

The group looked like stray dogs.

They stumbled and crawled as they escaped from the courtyard house.

Soon after, the frantic sound of a Ferrari engine starting up came from outside the door, accompanied by the screeching of tires skidding.

They fled the alleyway that would remain an unforgettable part of their lives.

The courtyard house returned to peace once again.

That tense and oppressive feeling seemed to have never existed.

Several business tycoons watching the scene exchanged knowing smiles.

This kind of clown is indeed not even qualified to be personally dealt with by Master Lin.

The diners in the hall looked at the young figure behind the counter again.

The awe in their eyes had reached an unparalleled level.

Even a national treasure like Zhou Yang is willing to work here as a waiter and even calls himself his apprentice.

The background and resources of this Mr. Lin have completely exceeded their comprehension.

This is Lin's Little Restaurant, hidden in a hutong (traditional alleyway).

After today's incident, he has been completely deified in the top circles of Beijing.

Zhou Yang put the empty bowl back on the table.

He immediately put on a fawning smile and scurried over to the counter.

"Master, did you think my insults were any good?"

He rubbed his hands together, his eyes full of anticipation.

"Then what about that fragment of the 'Auspicious Cranes' painting that you promised to teach me to paint...?"

Lin Mo loosened his grip on the rolling pin.

Looking at this disrespectful master of traditional Chinese painting, I sighed helplessly.

He took the towel off his shoulder and casually wiped his hands.

"Go and clear the bowls from those two tables of guests first."

Lin Mo turned around and lifted the curtain leading to the kitchen again.

"Clean it up, I'll draw a sketch for you tonight."

Zhou Yang immediately beamed with joy, as excited as a child who had received candy.

"Okay, Master! I promise I'll wipe it even cleaner than my face!"

He quickly turned around and, together with Wang Cunxian next to him, rushed to clean up the mess.

The sounds of clinking dishes and cooking filled the hall once again.

Jiang Ruoyun watched this scene and stuffed the black card in her hand back into her apron pocket.

She walked to the kitchen door, peeked out, and winked playfully at Lin Mo.

"Boss Lin, I stood up for you earlier, is there any reward?"

Lin Mo was pouring broth into the pot and replied without looking up.

"I'll save you two extra pieces of sweet and sour pork ribs for tonight."

The winter sun gradually shifted westward.

The snowmelt on the eaves had all dripped away, and the courtyard was warm and cozy.

As lunchtime was drawing to a close, the last two tables of customers settled their bills and left, satisfied.

Lin's Restaurant is taking a short lunch break.

The door was half-closed, blocking the cold wind from outside.

Zhou Yang and Wang Cunzun were dozing in the courtyard, while Jiang Ruoyun was checking the morning's accounts behind the counter.

Lin Mo leaned against the kitchen door frame, holding a rough porcelain tea mug, blowing on the tea leaves.

Enjoying this rare moment of peace and quiet.

however.

Just as this tranquility was about to continue until evening.

The heavy wooden door, which was half-closed, was suddenly pushed open a crack from the outside.

There were no hurried footsteps, nor arrogant shouts.

A head wearing a black knitted hat and a large face mask.

Extremely familiar, yet it exudes an indescribable sinister aura.

They cautiously peeked in through the crack in the door.

His bright eyes quickly scanned the hall.