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"It's impossible. Chu Yuening must just be trying to scare them away."

Zeng Fangxin was ecstatic and no longer hid. She emerged with her camera, openly capturing the scene of Miao Miao smashing the fortune-telling stall on Joss Street in its entirety.

She had already thought of a headline for her article.

Triad Members Cause Chaos at Fortune-Telling Stall – Was the Master's Prediction Inaccurate?

One sentence would expose Chu Yuening and Li Huiwen's deception.

Zeng Fangxin chuckled to herself but suddenly, Chu Yuening's gaze met hers through the lens. A hint of impatience shimmered in her captivating eyes.

Zeng Fangxin froze, scanning her surroundings. The stall was shielded by parasols on both sides, and she stood right in the middle, surrounded by a crowd gathering to watch the spectacle.

How could Chu Yuening possibly spot her from such a distance?

Disbelieving her luck, Zeng Fangxin raised her camera again, peering through the lens at Chu Yuening. Fortunately, the girl had already averted her gaze.

Relieved, she sighed inwardly.

Only she herself knew the unseen pressure that Chu Yuening's gaze had carried just now. She couldn't explain why her body tensed up, and she gritted her teeth so hard that she broke out in a cold sweat.

The vendors were heartbroken over their stalls being destroyed. But facing the ruthless gangsters who lived on the edge of life and death, killing as easily as chopping cabbage, they could only suppress their anger and wipe away their tears.

They whispered secretly,

"Can't we join forces to drive the Mountain Cats away? Are we just supposed to watch them smash our stalls?"

"How do you propose we do that? Do you dare kill? Or are you fearless?"

The one who had asked fell silent at the mention of killing.

"Sigh," a vendor sighed.

"We all have to accept our fate. Even if it's not the Mountain Cats, there will be other wild cats, and if not those, then domesticated ones."

"As long as gangsters exist, we'll continue to suffer and pay protection fees every day."

"Let's just consider today's incident as bad luck for all of us."

Chu Yuening righted the stall, her expression showing little agitation.

With a menacing grin, Wildcat's eyes gleamed with malice. "Sugary Water Girl, do you think that by giving Brother Qiu a fortune, you can get above me?"

The defeat that Chu Ji's Sugary Water Stand had inflicted on him wasn't something he'd easily let go. Initially, he had planned to reclaim his losses. Then he heard that Chu Yuening had actually given Brother Qiu a fortune?

As the second-in-command of the Fourteen Gang, known for his ruthless tactics and as a wolf king who had licked blood from the edge of a blade, all those in the underworld had to show him respect.

Such a person was willing to give Chu Yuening a fortune?

It had to be said that even Wildcat was intimidated, deciding to observe carefully before making a move.

Not until his underlings confirmed that Brother Qiu hadn't shown up at Temple Street did Wildcat stroll over with his men, hands casually spread wide.

His venomous gaze swept around as he stepped with the casual nonchalance of flip-flops, his bones seemingly dislocating with each turn. "Alright, let everyone see where this famous Brother Qiu is!"

A female vendor sold coconut water, dressed in a tight skirt as she picked up coconuts. She discreetly lowered her neckline, mustering courage to flash a seductive smile. "Brother Cat, it was clearly Sugary Water Girl who was in the wrong. She's the one with an unyielding spine, refusing to pay protection fees. We pay our fees on time every month. Why are we still being targeted?"

"Right, I know where Sweet Syrup Sister lives. Why don't we take Cat Bro there? You can vent your frustration on her! There's another sister at her apartment too!"

Chu Yuening looked at her coldly.

The coconut juice vendor lowered her head in fear. "That's right! You should bear the consequences of your own actions, not drag Temple Street into it!"

"Phft!"

Before Chu Yuening could respond, a disdainful sound came from ahead.

It was the roast meat stall owner, also a woman. Chu Yuening had bought char siu from her twice before and found the taste excellent.

The roast meat proprietress picked up the fallen char siu and threw it back into the box. Standing tall, she crossed her arms and pointed at the accuser, berating her.

"Well, aren't you a wealthy lady? You'd show off your entire body just to sell coconut juice. How many customers does Ning Ning's fortune-telling stall usually bring in, and how many of them end up buying your lousy coconut juice? You know that in your heart!"

"You're a true ingrate, all talk and no substance!"

Upon being scolded, the coconut juice vendor's eyes reddened, and her previously domineering voice turned weak, as if she was deeply wronged.

"Sis Fatty, how could you curse at me? I even gave you a cup of coconut juice yesterday."

"Fie on you!" Sis Fatty spat on the ground. "Don't think I'm unaware that you're trying to curry favor with me by squeezing your unwanted coconuts for juice!"

"You want to show off your wealth? Do it to the mountain cat! Those who know will understand you sell coconut juice. But those who don't might mistake you for selling some other kind of juice!"

As Sis Fatty's anger grew, she noticed the mountain cat approaching Chu Ji's Dessert Shop. She took a step forward, placing her hands on her hips, her large frame towering protectively in front of Chu Yuening like a mountain.

Her pent-up voice boomed like a thunderous drum!

"And you too!"

Sis Fatty pointed her finger at the mountain cat's nose. "A big man only knows how to bully weak women. Stop ogling that young lady! Even if she's pretty, she's not meant for the likes of you, a social parasite! Keep staring and I'll gouge out your eyes!"

"A social parasite, huh? Very well then!" The mountain cat's smile became increasingly repulsive as he rubbed his palms together, inching closer with lecherous eyes repeatedly sweeping over Chu Yuening.

"I'll first sell you, this fat lady, to a massage parlor, and then take this dessert girl home. Let's see how much you truly understand what it means to be a social parasite!"

Sis Fatty clutched the knife used for slicing barbecued pork, her legs trembling with fear. "If you dare come any closer, I'll use this knife to go down with you!"

Chu Yuening took the greasy knife from Fatty Sister's trembling hand, twirling it expertly in one hand.

The sharp edge gleamed with each rotation. As the spinning gradually ceased, the tip of the knife was aimed directly at the mountain cat.

With a firm grip on the knife, she tapped it twice. "Go ahead and try. Take one more step closer, and we'll see if you become debris faster or if this knife slices through you first!"