Chapter 7 (2/2)

This was an offensive and defensive war.

It was also a tug of war.

Chen Yong himself did not know what the outcome would be.

But he was no longer a young man. He had to always move while he could still move, let the relations.h.i.+p between them stagnate, and move forward a little more.

*Not sure: 可他已经不再是年轻人了，总要试着趁自己还能动的时候，让他们之间停滞不前的关系，再往前面动一动。

After Wu Yun sniped the Middle Eastern, and determined that the Priest would no longer be in danger, he turned and left.

Of course, he also saw Chen Yong.

Qing Tian was aware that Chen Yong was back.

So he wasn't surprised.

To get home from the church, you needed to cross D Street.

D Street was different from A street. Most people who lived on D Street were less able to fight and were relatively quiet. D Street was almost one of the most peaceful streets in the thirteen streets and was also the most prosperous area. After the newcomers had received the “baptism” of the elderly, most of them would come to live there.

There were food sellers, flowers sellers and gun repairers. As long as they had the skills, they could basically survive there.

As long as their eyes were not blind, they had to find themselves the force to pay the protection fee obediently.

Wu Yun had come to D Street a lot.

Sometimes the Bartender brought him food that was not to his taste, and he would come to D Street to eat, never feel wronged himself.

There was still a lot of time to finish the work today. Wu Yun felt that he may not be able to see chocolate when he went back, as it may be eaten by Qing Tian. So, he can eat outside first, and then he would not feel disappointed later.

Qing Tian had previously found a ramen stand.

The boss of the ramen stand was once the second-in-command of the Yakuza, but failed to compete with the third-in-command for the position of boss and had to escape here. As a result, when he came to the city of Sasimu, he found that he was no better than the people there, so he gave up the idea of making a comeback and opened a ramen stand.

Anyway, he was the only one there who owned a ramen stand. It didn't matter whether it tasted good or not.

Fortunately, after many years of opening, the technology had improved a lot.

At least Wu Yun felt okay eating.

“Wu Yun is coming.” When the boss saw the familiar old guest, he knew that Wu Yun must have come back from the Priest's work again, and quickly gave Wu Yun noodles.

“Mmh.” Wu Yun just sat quietly in his seat, and basically didn't talk much.

Business at the ramen stand was good.

Soon this place would be full.

“Brother, can we join the tables together?”

*Not sure: ”兄弟，我们拼一下桌可以么？”

Because Wu Yun was sitting alone at a table, his table was the primary target of others who didn't have a seat[1] after the stand became full.

The people who asked Wu Yun were obviously new, they were black and white, and there was no threat.

Wu Yun nodded regardless.

“Hank, sit down.” The black man was the leader of the two. “I can finally find some decent food to eat.”

“Joseph, keep your voice down.” Hank looked around in alarm. “Let's go back as soon as we finish eating.”

“We hardly go out these days. You don't have to worry too much. It's different from A Street.” Joseph was dissatisfied with the care of his companion. “In, when can we get out of here?” Don't forget we're here to make money.”

“All I have to do now is wait a week for the boat to leave this place.” Hank didn't want to stay there. It was just that tickets were hard to buy. He could only buy them in a week. It still cost twice as much.

“Don't say that.” Joseph looked pale. “We've been at C-Rank for years. As long as we stay here for a while and gather more information, we'll soon be able to upgrade and take on more profitable jobs.”

Hank said something in a low voice, as if expressing his dissatisfaction.

“Noodle is ready.” The stall owner brought Wu Yun the ramen in front of him, and after putting down the bowl, he looked solemnly at the two men who were about to quarrel. “Two guests, can you stop quarrelling in my place? Do you want me to call someone to teach you both to know the rules, huh? ”

Frightened by the owner of the stall, Hank and Joseph dared not stay there. They quickly apologized and ran away.

“Tsk, it's true that anyone can be a bounty hunter these days, and this kind of thing can come to us to gather information.” The owner of the stall thought it was ridiculous. “But Wu Yun, they're coming for you, you know?”

Wu Yun was struggling with the noodles.

“Come on, I recently saw a Chinese woman with a child who worked part-time in a beef noodle restaurant called Lanzhou.” The vendor quickly left Hank's affairs behind and showed off to Wu Yun.

After all, the one who listened to him while eating was Wu Yun.

Although Wu Yun did not like to talk, he was undoubtedly a good listener.

“Is it good?” Wu Yun drank the soup and felt full. Only then did he look curiously at the owner of the stall.

“It's delicious.” The stall owner smiled. “Come and eat then. As soon as you come, I won't be short of guests.”

That was true.

There were a lot of bodyguards and gunmen who wors.h.i.+pped Wu Yun in Sasimu, and they ate what Wu Yun ate in order to be like him.

“Good.” Wu Yun had been eating free ramen anyway. The stall owner never charged him, there was nothing that couldn't be promised.

“Oh, I forgot.” The stall owner touched his chin, looked at Wu Yun and said, “You'd better go out less recently. The latest newcomers seem to want to gather information about you. I don't know how it got out there, saying you killed Dushe and got the 'Nushen' recipe. Now, your reward has soared to 170 million. Your personal information alone can sell for more than a million dollars. “

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Footnotes:

[1] lit. 拼桌 pīnzhuō, to sit at a table with others with whom one is unacquainted. There was no other way it could flow well in English

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