Chapter 142: Snowy Night, No Dark Dragon

  Two Knives Hot Pot City.

  Han Yu sat across from Mo Tai Xiang, today the hot pot city was strangely deserted, and the surroundings seemed empty. Han Yu looked at Mo Tai Xiang who was smoking across from him and directly asked: "You looking for me?"

  Mo Dai exhaled a smoke ring, coughed slightly twice, and nodded: "I want to borrow some money from you."

  Han Yu's eyebrows slightly furrowed and she smiled, saying softly: "How much?"

  "Five hundred thousand."

  Han Yu's body leaned back in his chair, and he said softly: "Five hundred thousand?"

  Mo Tai's face showed a hint of embarrassment, and he coughed lightly before speaking in the dialect again: "I know it's a bit too much, but I promise to return it to you later."

  "Five hundred thousand I can take out, but how did you know I would definitely lend it to you?" Han Yu raised an eyebrow and said.

  Mo Tai glanced at him sideways, then flipped the two knives onto the table with a reverse motion. One knife was long and narrow, its bone-chillingly cold blade gleaming in the light, while the other was a broad, cleaver-like vegetable knife. The two knives lay quietly on the table, as if telling some sort of story.

  "You didn't think of having me and these two knives do some work for you a long time ago? If I'm not worth the money, then I'll pay you back with my life, that's settled!" Mo Tai said with a frown.

  Han Yu looked at him deeply and said softly, "I want to, but I won't take advantage of others! Xiao Fan, go get the money from Old Mo." As he spoke, he gave Mo Tai a slight smile: "I believe you can afford it."

  Zhuo Bu Fan responded with a sound and walked out. Han Yu pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and tossed one to Mo Tai Heng, then took another one himself, lit it up and took a drag. The warm and slightly spicy smoke flowed down his throat, and Han Yu found that he was getting more and more fond of this feeling.

  He was infatuated with the feeling of the airflow circulating in his lungs, and secondly, he liked the faint mist that shrouded him.

  "Alright, the loan is settled. Now, let's talk about what you need so much money for? If you need my help, just say it." Han Yu lightly tapped the ash off his cigarette and said without looking up.

  Mo Ta glanced at him sideways and said cautiously: "What's up? Do you want me to owe you a favor?"

  "Don't you owe me a favor now? If it weren't for me, you'd already be under the command of Zhao Liu." Han Yu said with a faint smile.

  Mo Tai's eyebrows shot up as soon as he heard this, and he said unpleasantly: "If you hadn't brought that donkey to me, how would I have been implicated? To say the least, you should be responsible for this matter."

  He paused for a moment, then continued: "I came to borrow money from you this time, just because I found that the property market has risen sharply recently. I want to invest in a building and wait for it to make me rich. Huo Gong Cheng, no more."

  Han Yu rolled his eyes, knowing that Mo Tai didn't want to say anything, so he stopped asking. Standing up, he walked out: "In this era, everyone is afraid of losing money and property, you be careful yourself."

  The snowflakes in the sky were still falling non-stop, and there were almost no pedestrians on the street. Han Yu stood in front of the window, staring at the world that had already become desolate, silently dazed.

  Zhuo Bu Fan sat beside him, gently teasing Huo Ying. Just then, the office door was pushed open and Chen Jiao slipped in quietly: "Boss, Mo Tai has gone out."

  "Where did you go this morning?" Han Yu frowned and said.

  "Youth Road." Chen Jiao said softly.

  "Qīng chūn lù? Kuáng fēng bāng de dì pán? Zǒu, guò qù kàn kan." Hán Yǔ zhuǎn shēn cháo xià zǒu qù. Zhuō Bù Fán jí máng bào qǐ huǒ yǐng hé Chén Jiàng yī qǐ gēn le xià qù.

  Translation:

  "Youth Road? The territory of the Crazy Wind Gang? Let's go take a look." Han Yu turned around and walked down. Zhuo Bu Fan hurriedly picked up Huo Ying and Chen Jiao, and followed them down together.

  The Qingchun Road is located in the middle of the northern city, although it doesn't cut through the entire northern city, but it has penetrated more than half. Now that it's under Mo Canglong of the Kuang Feng gang, for Han Yu, it's like a dagger hanging over his head, making him uneasy and losing sleep!

  He got on the car and slowly followed Mo Tai Xiang. Han Yu frowned, watching him ride a motorcycle. When he passed by the streetlight, he could still see a black plastic bag hanging from the windscreen of the motorcycle, with 500,000 yuan inside.

  Mo Tai rode quickly and stopped the car in front of a small restaurant, grabbed the bag and rushed inside. Probably because he had something on his mind, he was unaware of Han Yu's tracking.

  "What is he doing here on such a cold day?" Chen Jiao frowned.

  "Let's eat! Can't you see that it's a restaurant?" Zhuo Bufan said disdainfully, as if it was obvious.

  Chen Jiao knew that Zhuo Bu Fan was a naive child and wouldn't get angry, so he gave him a white eye and said bluntly: "Coming here to eat, do you need to take out 500,000? That small broken restaurant is not even worth 50,000 even if they sold themselves!"

  As he spoke, he glanced at Han Yu with a look of eagerness, wanting to follow and take a look.

  Han Yuwei furrowed his brow, originally he was worried that Mo Taixu had gotten into trouble, so he followed over to take a look, but didn't mean to stalk and spy on someone's private matters. So, after pausing for a moment, he said: "Forget it, as long as nothing's wrong with him, what business is it of ours what he comes here for?"

  He said, wanting Zhuo Bufan to turn his head.

  "Wait a minute!" Chen Jiao hastily whispered: "Boss, someone's coming!"

  Han Yu also saw that it was a car that had been parked at the entrance of the small restaurant, the door opened and 4 or 5 people came down with a loud noise, they vigilantly surrounded a stout middle-aged man with a fierce expression and took him inside.

  "It seems like they're from the Wind Gang, boss. They shouldn't be looking for Mo Tai Xiang here, should they?" Chen Jiao said softly, turning his head slightly.

  "Just take a look at the past and you'll know?" As he spoke, Han Yu pushed open the car door and walked away.

  The snow was still falling, and the two of them put on the black lotus-leaf hats on their bodies and walked over, rubbing their hands. When they approached, Han Yu vaguely saw a faint red glow in the car at the door, apparently someone inside was smoking, seemingly standing guard for the people inside.

  Han Yu quickly scanned the sign above the restaurant and said loudly: "Haha, this place's iron pot carp is really authentic, no need to say more. Most importantly, it's close to home, in a while we two brothers will have a good drink, not drunk not return!"

  "It's so cold outside, if I don't drink some of your wine, I'm afraid I won't make it." Chen Jiao laughed and replied loudly.

  The person in the car at the entrance glanced at the two, and just as Lao Da had said, if they encountered suspicious people, they would send a signal. However, these two were obviously here to eat, and they didn't want to cause any disturbance that might attract attention from the authorities. So, the two brothers quietly retreated back into their seats and lit up cigarettes.

  Han Yu pushed open the thick curtain of the restaurant and walked in, her eyes scanning the entire scene at a glance.

  The restaurant directly opposite the door is a large dining hall with more than a dozen tables. Except for a middle-aged man who was drinking alone in the corner, all the other tables were empty, apparently because of the snowfall, there were not many guests today, so it looked a bit deserted. On the other side of the hall were private rooms, and since Mo Tai and the people behind him were not in the hall, they naturally went into one of the private rooms.

  Gently patting the snow off his body, the curtain at the entrance blocked out the raging north wind and snow, seemingly separating the small shop from the outside world. Outside was icy and bone-chilling, while inside it was warm and quiet.

  The boss's wife came over and greeted: "Oh, two of you have arrived, what would you like to eat?"

  "Get a few signature dishes, yeah, the big ones. You go ahead and prepare them in the back, I'll wait for a few more people to arrive, let's serve together when my friends get here, otherwise it'll get cold on this chilly day." Han Yu replied with a light smile.

  "Alright then! I'll get you some tea first!" The landlady replied with a smile.

  "Never mind, we'll handle it ourselves. You go ahead and attend to the back first, or else when my friend arrives later, this dish won't be ready yet!"

  "Oh, that's fine too. The tea is over there, you can pour it yourself." The boss's wife casually pointed to the corner beside her and then hurried off towards the kitchen in the back. This small restaurant was originally small with thin profits, without any employees. Now that a big customer had arrived, if she didn't lend a hand, just her husband alone would really be too busy to handle it.

  Chen Jiaofurrowed his brow, wanting to shout and ask Mo Tai Xiang which room he had entered, but Han Yu had already stepped towards the farthest room on the right.

  As soon as he entered, he heard Mo Tai's furious voice coming from next door: "A Yu, is this what you told me, that your mother has cancer?"

  Then there was a rustling sound, as if something had been dropped onto the table, followed by a low murmur of surprise.

  Han Yu's mouth twitched, could it be that this Mo Tai had carelessly left his money on the table?

  "Boss, how did you know they were next door?" Chen Jiao's eyes widened in surprise.

  Han Yu pointed to the ground, and Chen Jiao immediately understood. They had just walked out of the snowy area, so naturally there were footprints under their feet. Mo Tai Heng was alone, with only one row of footprints, while the people in front of them were numerous, so the footprints were naturally more chaotic.

  Chen Jiao blinked his eyes and muttered to himself in his heart, this old man's brain is really useful, I don't know how he grew up like that?

  Han Yu ignored him, only perking up his ears to listen to the movements next door. Only after Mo Tai's voice fell did a sound full of surprise immediately come from the private room next door: "Shifu, Shifu..."

  "His mother didn't get cancer, but he did." A slightly rough voice suddenly sounded from the doorway next door, with a hint of surprise: "I didn't expect Old Mo to have saved so much money running such a small hot pot shop."

  "Who are you?"

  "Kuang Feng Bang, Mo Cang Long!" The energetic voice rang out once more.

  Han Yu and Chen Jiao exchanged a glance, their eyes revealing an unexpected expression. Unexpectedly, Mo Canglong, who was supposed to be snowed in, actually appeared here.

  The plot is there, but it's stuck in my stomach and can't come out... I'm dizzy...