Free Web NovelChapter 219: Chapter 186: Family
Upon seeing Fu Qingzhu, Yang Xiao also acted quite affably, and proceeded with the script: "Song, long time no see, please have a seat. What would you like to drink?"
"Hahaha, I won’t lie to you, brother, I’ve been off salt and sugar lately, so I can only drink this now." Fu Qingzhu laughed as he took out a semi-transparent thermos from his bag. It contained not only goji berries but also ginseng slices and chrysanthemum, which looked even more nourishing than Yang Xiao’s bottle.
Yang Xiao was baffled; this routine seemed so familiar. Upon seeing Yang Xiao also take out a thermos from his tote bag, Fu Qingzhu’s smile suddenly turned forced.
Both carried black tote bags and they were almost the same model.
The atmosphere became instantly tense, and finally, it was Fu Qingzhu who broke the silence, "The lighting here is too glaring... How about we switch to another seat?"
"Sure." Yang Xiao had no reason to disagree.
So, the two of them moved to a central position, which also meant Yu Shu, who was holding a sniper rifle, lost his target. To make matters more awkward, just as they sat down, both Yang Xiao’s and Fu Qingzhu’s phones rang at the same time. They exchanged glances and each answered their call.
"Ah? Mom, what? Dad fell down the stairs? Where are you, I’ll be right there." Yang Xiao spoke hurriedly.
"Ah? Grandma, don’t panic, tell me slowly, what? Grandpa was caught cheating at chess and wouldn’t admit it, and got beaten up and sent to the hospital? I’m on my way!" Fu Qingzhu seemed even more frantic than Yang Xiao.
"Song, how did you get here?" freewёbnoνel.com
"Chu, where did you park your car?"
The atmosphere completely froze over now as their eyes met, both trying to maintain as normal an expression as possible, yet it was uncontrollably stiff.
In the end, it was Yang Xiao who spoke up, "Ah, Song, look at this coincidence today. How about this: we both take care of our own business, and we can meet up another day."
"Sure, Chu, you go ahead. We will definitely meet up another day!"
The two slowly stood up, their movements nearly synchronized. But just as Yang Xiao straightened up, Fu Qingzhu took a step back. The next second—
"Ding!"
A dagger fell from the sleeve of Fu Qingzhu’s trench coat, clattering to the floor. The dagger was short, its sheen unusual, casting a grayish glow, and it was uncertain whether it was coated with poison.
Yang Xiao: "..."
"Uh... Chu, don’t get me wrong! I’m a gardener, I prune the boss’s garden. It’s reasonable for a gardener to carry a dagger, right?" Fu Qingzhu immediately explained.
"Ah, right, right!" Yang Xiao laughed while reaching behind him; as he touched the gun holster, his hand suddenly shook.
"Thud!"
The handgun slipped, falling to the ground along the hem of his trench coat.
Fu Qingzhu shuddered, his eyes almost popping out.
Yang Xiao licked his dry lips and smiled kindly at Fu Qingzhu, "Uh... Song, don’t get me wrong, I’m a novelist, and you know, it’s reasonable for a novelist to carry a handgun, right?"
The moment Fu Qingzhu’s eyes turned sharp, Yang Xiao abruptly flipped the table. The act could no longer go on. Fu Qingzhu retreated rapidly, while Yang Xiao pulled out a dagger from his trench coat with his other hand and swung it aimlessly forwards as he bent down to pick up his gun.
"Make a move!" Fu Qingzhu shouted.
The coffee shop immediately erupted into chaos. The crew-cut man had just lifted his shirt hem but before he could draw his weapon, Da Xiong pounced on him, and the two grappled.
The young woman, departing from her usual demeanor, pulled a tennis bag from under the table. However, the next second, her vision went dark as Xi Menxiu placed an ice bucket from the shop over the woman’s head and jabbed her fiercely with the stun baton she had hidden at her waist.
"Zzzzz—"
"Zzz—"
The woman immediately convulsed from the electric shock, collapsing to the ground. Xi Menxiu, always ensuring her victims were finished, pulled out another baton and with both hands, zapped repeatedly until she smelled something burning.
Fu Qingzhu was also quick to act. Despite receiving a slash from Yang Xiao, he kicked away the handgun on the ground. Yang Xiao advanced, eager to kick a man when he’s down, but suddenly a black shadow flashed by his side. Instinctively bending to avoid it, a flying vase smashed against the wall.
A skinny man charged from the side, his swinging baton swift like the wind. Short sticks trump knives—Yang Xiao had heard this from a combat instructor. Besides, close-quarters combat wasn’t Yang Xiao’s strength. It didn’t take many moves before he was beaten down, and his dagger knocked away.
As the man pressed his attack, suddenly a laptop sailed through the air, striking the man’s face and knocking him to the ground with tremendous force. Before he could rise, Yang Xiao, seizing the moment, kicked him in the gut, folding him like a shrimp.
Before Fu Qingzhu could react, a sweeping kick struck his waist. It felt as though he were hit by a swinging utility pole. Then his view flipped upside down, and he crashed to the ground, his neck clamped between two long legs, struggling for breath. He even heard the sound of his own arm breaking.
From Yang Xiao’s perspective, it was clearly the combat expert Beibei in action. An initial sweeping kick robbed Fu Qingzhu of his ability to resist, followed by a close-range shoulder throw, and finally, a deadly scissor kick to end the fight, all flowing effortlessly. It looked quite painful to watch, and Yang Xiao suspected Fu Qingzhu’s top agent status was in jeopardy, likely with a ruined kidney.
He immediately rushed over to pick up the handgun and assist his teammates in staying alert. From the current situation, it seemed that there were only these four Evil Cultivators hiding in the coffee shop.
A few policemen in uniforms stormed in from outside, all colleagues from the Patrol Defense Bureau, from the security department, arranged by Director Nalan for stability after the incident.
"Don’t hurt them!" Director Nalan’s roar suddenly came through the earpiece.
After Fu Qingzhu was trussed up, Beibei sat on him, gasping for breath, and conveniently stuffed a tablecloth into his mouth. "Hm? What’s happening?"
Seeing the policemen, Fu Qingzhu began to struggle violently, mumbling indistinctly, "Mmmph mmmph mmmph!"
"Stop yelling, or I’ll beat you again!" Beibei gave Fu Qingzhu a sharp knock on the head.
Fu Qingzhu: "Mmmph mmmph mmmph, mmmph mmmph—"
A moment later, Director Nalan arrived with several others, stepping in quickly. Seeing the bound individuals, his face turned green. With him were several unfamiliar faces.
"Quick, let them go!" Director Nalan urged, "They’re our own!"
"Huh?" Now Yang Xiao and the others were completely baffled, especially Beibei. "Our own?!"
Fu Qingzhu: "Mmmph mmmph mmmph—"
"Fuck!"
When the ropes on Fu Qingzhu and the others were undone, and the tablecloth was removed from their mouths, Nalan Shuo finally relaxed and began to explain, "Let me introduce you, this is Chairman Wu from the United Federation. He was in charge of this operation."
Chairman Wu, dressed in casual clothes and sporting a noticeable beer belly, had a wrinkled face that couldn’t decide whether to laugh or cry: "Folks, this is all a misunderstanding. It’s like the flood washed into the Dragon King Temple—we’re all looking for the same guys."
