Su Linyi’s mother’s noodle shop was bustling with activity. Customers filled the space, the air was rich with the aroma of food, and the shop echoed with laughter and chatter.
But that warmth was abruptly shattered by the arrival of a group of uninvited guests. A gang of rough-looking men, clearly from the underworld, strode in, their presence instantly overwhelming the small noodle shop.
The shop was already crowded during the lunch rush, and now with more than a dozen of these thugs barging in, there was barely room to move.
Leading them was a man with fiery red hair, surrounded by his subordinates. With fierce expressions and a menacing aura, they stormed into the shop with a clear goal—to collect a debt from Su Linyi’s mother.
The red-haired man walked in as if no one else existed. He approached a customer who was eating and sat down heavily beside him, completely disregarding personal space.
Through the glass pane, his sharp eyes locked straight on Su Linyi’s mother, who was busy in the kitchen. His gaze was filled with malice.
“Hey, who the hell are you?” the customer muttered instinctively, startled by the sudden intrusion. But as soon as he spoke, he regretted it.
Looking up, he saw the crowd of thugs standing behind the red-haired man, all with the look of seasoned criminals—definitely not the kind of people one could afford to offend.
The red-haired man turned his head slowly. His gaze was like a knife slicing through the air. Without a word, he slammed his hand down on the back of the customer’s head.
With a forceful push, there was a loud “splash” as the customer’s face was plunged into a bowl of scalding noodle soup.
“Ahhhh!!”
The noodles had just come out of the pot, covered in red chili oil and releasing thick clouds of steam. The customer screamed in agony, flailing his arms wildly, trying to break free.
Soup splashed everywhere. The surrounding diners jumped up in fright, knocking over chairs and dishes. The once lively shop was now filled with screams and chaos.
The wailing pierced through the noise. Wearing an apron, Su Linyi’s mother rushed out from the kitchen in a panic.
“What happened? You little—”
Her question, still filled with concern, came to an abrupt halt as her eyes fell upon the scene.
She froze mid-step. Her eyes widened, her face contorted in shock.
“Ah! What are you doing?! Let go of him!” You are reading on g.com, the official source.
Her voice suddenly rose, trembling and urgent. Fear surged over her like a tidal wave, draining the color from her face.
Still, she forced herself to step forward, trying to rescue the customer from the red-haired man.
“Oh? The boss lady is done cooking?”
The red-haired man’s tone was casual.
Hearing Su Linyi’s mother yell, he smirked with a mocking sneer and released his grip.
The poor customer had already been burned beyond recognition. He slumped weakly onto the table, barely conscious, letting out faint moans that seemed to cling desperately to life.
“Eat quietly. Don’t run your mouth,” the red-haired man said coldly, his expression unreadable, as if what he just did was nothing more than a casual gesture.
“You two, take him to the door.”
He didn’t spare a single glance at the man he had just assaulted. He waved dismissively at two of his lackeys.
Then, reaching into his bulging pocket, he pulled out his wallet, drew two crisp 100 yuan bills, and shoved them into the customer’s chest pocket.
“Here, that’s your medical fee. Next time, keep your mouth shut.”
His voice dripped with arrogant dominance, leaving no room for rebuttal.
As soon as he finished, two men stepped forward from behind. Each grabbed one of the customer’s arms and dragged his unconscious body toward the door.
The customer’s legs dragged lifelessly on the floor, leaving behind two messy trails. The rest of the diners looked on in terror, not daring to make a sound.
Then, the red-haired man raised his eyes slightly and gave his subordinates a signal—like a hunter commanding the final strike.
The gang members understood immediately and began clearing out the customers.
Having just witnessed the brutal assault, everyone knew these were not people to provoke.
Amid harsh shouts and shoving, no one dared resist. Like frightened birds, the customers quietly stood up and fled one after another.
In just moments, the once noisy and bustling noodle shop was completely emptied. Not a single customer remained.
Now, only Su Linyi’s mother and the gang of over a dozen men led by the red-haired thug were left inside. The atmosphere dropped to freezing, the pressure suffocating. Find the original chapter at novelping dot com.
The red-haired man curled his lips into a half-smile, his tone light but laced with unmistakable menace.
“Hey, boss lady, that 120,000 you owe us… don’t you think it’s time to pay up? You’ve been stalling for a while now, and my boys are running out of patience.”
As he spoke, he tapped the table rhythmically with his fingers. Each knock struck like a hammer on Su Linyi’s mother’s heart.
“It’s already October. New Year’s just a few months away. You’ve been dragging this debt for too long. My brothers can’t even afford to go home for a good holiday.”
Upon hearing his words, her face instantly filled with humiliation and panic.
She hurried to his side, her back instinctively bending in submission. Her voice trembled with pleading,
“Boss… I just gave you 10,000 yuan last month. You can see for yourself—this is just a small noodle shop. Every yuan we earn is hard-earned.”
“Could you please give me a few more days? Just a little more time… a little more time…”
She clasped her hands together, as if silently praying he would show some mercy.
Back when her daughter, Su Linyi, was gravely ill, Su Linyi’s mother had been so desperate to save her that she borrowed 80,000 yuan in high-interest loans from this very gang.
Who would have thought that in just half a year, under the crushing weight of compound interest, the debt would snowball to 130,000 yuan?
Last month, Su Linyi’s mother had nearly worked herself to death. She opened the noodle shop during the day, took on extra shifts at night, juggling multiple jobs, nearly collapsing from exhaustion, just to scrape together 10,000 yuan.
But this red-haired man and his gang were inhuman—merciless and cruel.
Nearly every few days, they would storm into the shop to cause trouble. This was already the third time.
Every time they came, the place was thrown into chaos. Customers were driven away. The shop left in shambles.
After each visit, Su Linyi’s mother was left overwhelmed and heartbroken. The customers would flee in fear, and loyal regulars stopped coming altogether, terrified of the red-haired man and his gang.