Tall and strong Zhao Dongsheng naturally had the upper hand in this street fight, his long arms and great strength allowing him to land two heavy punches as soon as he stepped forward. The two men with their backs to Zhao Dongsheng were caught off guard, and the back of their heads took a severe hit, absorbing a force equivalent to 300-400 kilograms, directly knocking them out and rendering them unable to fight.

  Suddenly, a man named Cheng Yaojin appeared out of nowhere and scared the middle-aged man who was holding Ye Zhiwen's arm: "Who are you people? What are you doing?"

  The words were not yet finished, and the middle-aged man didn't wait for Zhao Dongsheng to react, he let go of Ye Zhiwen, then together with another man, they furiously pounced on Zhao Dongsheng. The three quickly became entangled. With one against two, Zhao Dongsheng was indeed fearless, his fists flying through the air, occasionally hitting the two men. However, in pursuit of speed, the force naturally decreased, failing to achieve a knockout effect, and the result turned into a brawl.

  The man called Xia Douyin was also startled by this sudden appearance of Cheng Yaojin, and he dared to ruin his good deed. He suddenly became angry and evil, and took advantage of the fact that "Cheng Yaojin" had his back to him. Xia Douyin quickly picked up a brick from the side of the road and prepared to hit Zhao Dongsheng's head from behind. Zhao Dongsheng was busy beating the two men and didn't notice what was happening behind him. The frightened Ye Ziyuan and her maid Xiaoyue screamed, just as Xia Douyin was about to succeed, another brick suddenly appeared out of nowhere and hit Xia Douyin's forehead first. The scene changed so quickly that it left Ye Ziyuan and the others stunned.

  Ma Xi Cheng threw away the brick and turned around, brushing off the brick dust from his hands while looking at Xia Dou Yin who was knocked to the ground, with fresh blood flowing down his cheek. Ma Xi Cheng slightly furrowed his brow: "Oh dear, I used too much force again."

  When Wang Zhenyu finally arrived, Zhao Dongsheng had already knocked down two others. The five men who wanted to perform the "robbery of civilians" were now lying on the ground, unable to move.

  "Hey, why didn't you wait for me? If I were here, I could have taken them all down with just one finger." Wang Zhenyu, who had been watching the scene unfold with interest, called out in a deliberately casual tone.

  Zhao Dongsheng and Ma Xicheng glanced at Wang Zhenyu with a look of disdain, then very consciously stood back behind Wang Zhenyu.

  The fight actually lasted less than ten seconds, but the whole situation was turned upside down. Ye Zhiwen and her maid Xiaoyue were stunned, this was too fast!

  Wang Zhenyu pulled at his clothes and, pretending to be elegant, ran over to the two little girls and fawned on them: "Two beauties, weren't you scared? Don't worry, these few bad guys have been taken care of by me, the big brother of justice. You don't need to be afraid anymore, hahaha..."

  Yeh Tzu-wen, who had just come to her senses, was originally still grateful for the timely rescue by these kind-hearted people, but when she saw Wang Chen-yu's smug face: "How is it you? You big rascal."

  Wang Zhenyu was first stunned, then shouted in surprise: "How is it you, Little Sea Turtle!"

  Ma Xi Cheng and Zhao Dong Sheng also saw the people they had rescued, and immediately fell silent. No wonder earlier before taking action, they felt that these two people's clothes were so familiar.

  Originally this afternoon when they just entered the concession, Wang Zhenyu took Ma Xicheng and Zhao Dongsheng to stroll around everywhere, unexpectedly saw a Western restaurant.

  In his later years, Wang Zhenyu had gone to Western restaurants a few times when he was chasing girls, and at that time, he didn't think much of it. Now, after being reborn, seeing this again brought back memories of the past. Wang Zhenyu turned around and said to the two: "Let's go in and have a meal, I reckon you haven't eaten before."

  Zhao Dongsheng and Ma Xicheng were also curious, naturally there was no objection.

  As they entered the Western restaurant, it was clear that its grade was not ordinary. The decoration was very particular and purely French in style. This was much more authentic than those later Chinese-Western fusion so-called Western restaurants. A Chinese waiter wearing a butterfly bow tie and a tailcoat opened the door for Wang Zhenyu and others with great courtesy, and asked politely: "Gentlemen, hello, how many are you?"

  "Oh, three people" seemed to be from another world. Wang Zhenyu responded with a conditioned reflex, and his eyebrows furrowed involuntarily. It wasn't even lunchtime yet, so why was the entire Western restaurant full? Could it be that people from past lives were more infatuated with foreign things than those from this life?

  The waiter was quite clever: "Sir, you don't know that our restaurant is newly opened and currently the only Western-style restaurant in the entire concession area that does business with Chinese people. Therefore, it's inevitable that there are more customers, but it doesn't matter, we follow the rules here and can seat you together, please come with me."

  Wang Zhenyu nodded and didn't say much. He called out to Zhang, who was looking around at the fresh horses, and Zhao followed the waiter straight inside.

  In a corner of the entire restaurant, there was actually an empty seat, and a table for six people only had two young boys sitting at it. Moreover, these two boys were dressed in a rather interesting way, both wearing suits, one white and the other black. Wearing suits is not surprising, after all, this is the concession area, and those who wear suits are definitely more than those who wear cheongsam. However, these two boys obviously had bodies that were still growing, and their suit sizes were clearly smaller than those of adults. The most peculiar thing was that they were also wearing Basque berets in the same color as their clothes, a type of hat that was once popular in China for a period of time. It is said to have originated from European shepherds, but later on, it became exclusive to artistic young people, and during one period, even art students had to wear this hat. When Wang Zhenyu learned about its origins, he deeply sighed, feeling that the cultural differences between East and West were truly not ordinary!

  Wang Zhenyu didn't care much, so he just sat down. Many restaurants in Guangzhou later followed this trend. After the waiter put down the cups and utensils, Wang Zhenyu sat down without saying a word. He didn't realize his body was a bit big, and when he bumped into the table, it shook several times. As a result, the two young men in suits who were dining at the same table gave him a stern look.

  "Hey, waiter, I don't want to sit with anyone else, take this person away quickly." One of the young men in a white suit had a clear and handsome face, pale skin, and was quite likable. But as soon as he opened his mouth, the words that came out were very unpleasant, and his voice was somewhat effeminate. It's worth noting that Wang Zhenyu hated these unmanly pretty boys the most in this life. (The dan actors of Peking Opera are going to be tragic.)

  "Haha, I'm getting weird, who's willing to sit with two little brothers?" Seeing the server looking embarrassed, Wang Zhenyu retorted to the young man: "If the two little brothers feel we're in the way, they can leave. I'll pay for their bill."

  That young man in white was told by Wang Zhenyu, and immediately retorted: "Having money is nothing great, I'm not interested, you can sit or not, just don't move around."

  Wang Zhenyu smiled and didn't bother to argue with him anymore, just gesturing for Ma Xicheng and Zhao Dongsheng to sit down. "I'm in a bad mood today, so I have to eat on this table." Without even looking at the menu, Wang Zhenyu shouted at the waiter: "Three seven-point cooked steaks with a bottle of French wine, go serve the dishes, you're not needed here for now."

  The waiter was overjoyed and looked at Wang Zhenyu with gratitude before running away quickly.

  That young man in white clothes was so angry that he wiped his mouth with a napkin and directly spat out two words at the big-eyed little boy opposite him: "Vulgar".

  Wang Zhenyu let out a cold snort, didn't respond, and just stood there, his right index finger occasionally tapping the table, which made the white-clothed youth suddenly lose his appetite and become enraged.

  After a while, the waiter brought up the steak and wine: "Sir, your meal is ready. If you need anything else, just call me. Enjoy your meal."

  Ma Xi Cheng was very aware of etiquette, first pouring half a cup of already opened wine for Wang Zhenyu and Zhao Dongsheng before himself.

  Zhao Dongsheng was confused, he stared at the steak knife and fork for a while, then secretly glanced at the two suit-wearing young men eating next to him, and asked: "Boss, no chopsticks, how do we eat?"

  The result was that before Wang Zhenyu could answer, the person next door suddenly burst out laughing, and although he didn't say anything, Zhao Dongsheng's old face turned bright red with shame.

  Wang Zhenyu had no choice but to demonstrate, he first used a fork to press down the seven-minute cooked steak, then cut off a small piece with a knife, and then picked up a piece with his fork and put it in his mouth. He chewed lightly while picking up the glass of wine and taking a sip. The familiarity of his movements was so surprising to the white-clothed young man who had been spying on him that his planned ridicule naturally didn't come out.

  Zhao Dongsheng and Ma Xicheng also have their own ways of learning, but the effect is another matter!

  "Boss, this beef isn't cooked," Zhao Dongsheng said with his mouth full, chewing and mumbling indistinctly.

  Then he drank a glass of wine and said, "What kind of wine is this? It doesn't have any strength at all, it's as sour as old vinegar."

  "Hahaha, bumpkin!" The white-clad youth sitting next to him couldn't hold back anymore and burst out laughing, pointing at Zhao Dongsheng.

  Zhao Dongsheng was originally a hot-tempered and rough person, how could he tolerate others' repeated mockery? He immediately stood up, tore off the napkin in front of his chest, and angrily shouted: "You young man, so rude! Old man is just eating something, you repeatedly mock me, want to be beaten?"

  Wang Zhenyu saw Zhao Dongsheng was about to get angry, and immediately tapped the wine glass with the end of his chopsticks: "Zhao Lao San, sit down, others have a lot to say, but we are just turtles in the river, country bumpkins."

  It's not that Zhao Dongsheng didn't get along with others, but he was particularly obedient to Wang Zhenyu. So he could only sit down with a huff. The young man in white clothes still stuck out his tongue at him with great satisfaction, and also whispered a sentence of "turtle", which made Zhao Dongsheng turn his head to one side in anger.

  Wang Zhenyu slowly wiped his mouth and said, "We brothers came here today to learn from young master turtle like you. We can't always be country turtles."

  The young man in white listened and felt even more pleased, but the young man in black heard something that didn't sound right, and hastily gave him a signal with his eyes, unfortunately the young man in white was too busy feeling pleased to notice.

  "It's not bad that I know I'm a turtle, and I'm quite young... cough, cough, it doesn't matter if I teach you guys either." The white-clothed youth was so pleased with himself that he became a bit arrogant.

  Wang Zhenyu's face changed and he said: "This little brother wants to teach us? I think it's not necessary, just be a turtle at ease."

  The young man in white was taken aback: "Become a sea turtle!?"

  Wang Zhenyu saw the other party taking the bait, and immediately switched back to a smiling face: "Little brother looks like you still need to study more books, don't even know what a turtle is, that's a tortoise in the sea."

  Even if you don't mention these two young men in suits, Ma Xicheng and Zhao Dongsheng also understood that Wang Zhenyu was cursing in a roundabout way. So they all followed with laughter, especially Zhao Dongsheng, who laughed even more wildly "Boss, isn't the sea turtle just like the tortoise? They're both turtles. Hahaha."

  Seeing the glances and smiles of other guests, the white-clothed young man was so angry that his face turned red. He threw the knife and fork into the plate: "You, you scold people, I'm kind enough to teach you, but you don't appreciate it and scold me instead. You're a bad person."

  After finishing speaking, the young man in white clothes pulled down his napkin and made a gesture like a little girl, wanting to throw it over to Wang Zhenyu.

  Wang Zhenyu felt a chill and immediately shrunk his neck, speaking quickly: "My grandfather, I have a normal sexual orientation, no interest in splitting peaches or short sleeves, advise you not to make this neither male nor female move."

  The young man in white clothes directly scolded as soon as he heard the truth: "You, you, you are a big rascal, stinky rascal."