My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 422: Chapter 282: Peeping is Not Good

"Sir, I’m so grateful to you! Really, truly grateful! I... I’m so... sorry, you are the first person willing to take on the commission!" Jennifer extended her hand excitedly, trying to grasp the man’s hand before her.

But she hesitated. In order to gather enough money, she had been picking up trash and even worked in illegal factories, so her hands were dirty and her nails were caked with grime.

She dared not reach out her hand, fearing her dirty hands would sully the other’s suit, which looked quite expensive.

"Miss Jennifer, you don’t need to do this, I will certainly seek justice for your daughter and the countless other victims," Zhu Guangming said earnestly as he took Jennifer’s hand.

Jennifer was so moved she couldn’t speak. For her daughter, who had suffered the tortures of Hell since she was young, she had refused jobs and compensation from influential people, choosing to seek justice on her own.

But it was of no use. The opposition was too powerful. She was fired from her job, no company would hire her, and even her house was reclaimed by the bank.

Her husband divorced her to keep his job. Now, the only thing on her mind was seeing those evildoers brought to justice.

"But, but, Mr... Jeffrey Epstein, that scumbag, already died in jail... I heard that just on that day the surveillance happened to break, and the guards who were supposed to watch 24 hours all fell asleep..." Jennifer was very uneasy as she was well aware of the capabilities of a person who could arrange such things.

"I know, but what of it?" Zhu Guangming smiled and then walked out with his partner.

"Zhu, did you see the news from a few days ago? The judge who took over the Epstein case was killed," the muscular man said with a serious face.

"I know, and the killer was a Nanquan martial arts lawyer who claimed he did it because he held a grudge against the judge. What a laughable excuse. And that lawyer committed suicide by gunshot," Zhu Guangming said with a sneer of disdain, such stories were only for fooling the ignorant masses.

"Let’s start from this angle then..." the muscular man suggested his own approach.

"Frank, you’re right, but we’ve already been marked by the opposition," Zhu Guangming said as he looked at his beloved car, which had cost him over five thousand US dollars.

Now it was smashed up, and there was a piece of white paper on the window with the printed words "Don’t meddle in other people’s business."

"These bastards!" The muscular man angrily punched the car.

"Don’t rage helplessly, Frank. This guy is professional, but he still left some traces," Zhu Guangming said as he put on gloves and picked up the paper.

"You see, there are certainly no fingerprints on it, but this guy forgot one thing. To know in such a short time that we took Jenny’s commission and leave behind a printed note... In Hell’s Kitchen, there’s only one place that matches this timeline," Zhu Guangming said as he looked at the paper for a while before nonchalantly placing it into a small bag.

"Next, we just need to check the surveillance at that print shop..." Zhu Guangming said as he walked out with Frank.

However, after that, Zhu Guangming and Frank became even more acutely aware of the enormous power behind their opponents and the wide-reaching implications of the case.

They received an eviction notice from the landlord shortly after hitting the road, followed by a call from the New York Police Department informing Zhu Guangming that he had been reported for allegedly invading people’s privacy. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

"It’s a warning, a very clear warning. If we continue our investigation, we might soon expect a visit from those guys," Frank said, frowning, aware of the difficulty but not expecting it to be this high.

"What do we do?" Frank looked to his old friend.

"Give it up, we can’t take this case," Zhu Guangming sighed, but from the look in his eyes, Frank understood what his old friend was really thinking.

Indeed, after making the call and explaining that he couldn’t take on Jennifer’s case, the landlord called back to say there was no need to vacate the room, and the police also made it clear it was all a misunderstanding.

More importantly, upon returning to the office, Zhu Guangming found a brand-new car parked downstairs that looked exactly like his own, and there was also a check for fifty thousand US dollars on the table.

"Tsk tsk, as expected of the great detective Zhu, just steps out for a bit and he’s already nabbed fifty thousand dollars," Frank remarked admiringly.

Zhu Guangming nodded, then checked his office for any bugs. He found none.

"But what I’m more concerned about is how I should use these fifty thousand dollars," Zhu Guangming pointed to the wooden door behind his bookshelf, his face full of confusion.

"...Go to Las Vegas," Frank said as he drew his weapon, following Zhu Guangming and pushing the door open.

"Welcome to Imon Restaurant, esteemed guests~" Betty greeted them with a smile.

"A restaurant? What’s there to eat?" Zhu Guangming glanced around, then held back his partner’s hand and walked in calmly.

"Here’s the menu, guests," Betty handed over the menu with a smile.

"Oh? Huaxia cuisine? Please give me two servings of spicy boiled beef, another two servings of Mapo tofu, and a bowl of three delicacies soup," Zhu Guangming’s eyes lit up, and he immediately placed his order.

"Okay, Chef~ two servings of spicy boiled beef..." Watching Betty head to the kitchen, Zhu Guangming couldn’t help but fidget.

"Zhu, what’s wrong?" Frank asked, curious about his friend’s behavior.

"This restaurant isn’t in our world; this space is at least one hundred square meters. It can’t possibly be hidden behind my bookshelf," Zhu Guangming said as he sipped on his wolfberry red tea, relaxing his nerves contentedly.

"So about Jenny’s case..." Frank nodded, trusting his friend’s judgment.

"We’ll look into it privately, but we need to figure out a way..." Zhu Guangming didn’t believe the other party would simply trust him, so it was definitely not feasible to approach openly. freewebnovel.cσ๓

Chen Ze stood in the kitchen, took a look at the two guests in the restaurant, and then confirmed that the man with black hair must be his compatriot.

"Spicy boiled beef, huh... I’ve never made this dish before, but I remember there seems to be a recipe for it," Chen Ze flipped through the cookbook, he had bought some recipe books for the kitchen.

"...I suddenly feel that this restaurant might not be very professional," Zhu Guangming felt a bit disappointed.

"What’s wrong?" Frank looked bewildered. To him, Betty seemed quite on point.

"Sigh... Have you ever seen a chef who needs to look at the cookbook before cooking?" Zhu Guangming sighed. He had specifically chosen a seat where he could see the open kitchen.

So he saw Chen Ze flipping through the cookbook.

"..." Are you some kind of peeping Tom? Chen Ze felt a bit speechless.