Lu Jia involuntarily let out a soft moan, startling herself. She quickly lifted her hand to cover her mouth, her face flushing red.
The waitress nearby also felt quite embarrassed. If soone heard that moan from outside, they might think sothing else was going on inside.
Lin Tian acted as if he didn’t hear it, knowing this was a phenonon that occurred when acupuncture induced a strong sensation, which indicated the treatnt was working well. Not just with acupuncture, but during massages, when the right spot is hit, people often comfortably moan.
After another ten minutes or so, Lin Tian removed the Golden Needles, ending the acupuncture session, and Lu Jia quickly got up to button her clothes.
"Boss, thank you," Lu Jia said sincerely and gratefully.
Although she didn’t know why Lin Tian had learned acupuncture at such a young age, as a boss going to such lengths for an employee, her gratitude was beyond words. If possible, Lu Jia would be willing to work for such a boss for a lifeti.
"No need to thank ; it was just a small effort," Lin Tian said as he rewound the gold thread around his wrist, then turned to look at the waitress. "Is there anything you need to report?"
"Boss, a few people have co to the bar, one of them is the Bai Family’s Second Young Master. I heard Manager Lu was in the lounge, so I ca to find her," the waitress reported softly.
"Bai Yufeng? Haha..." Lin Tian revealed a aningful smile and said lightly, "He still has the nerve to show up, huh? I really want to see what he’s up to?"
Having said that, Lin Tian walked outside, and Lu Jia tidied up her clothes and hair and followed him out with the waitress.
It was now eight in the evening, and the bar was bustling. As Lin Tian descended the stairs, he imdiately noticed the most conspicuous group there, thanks to a giant fat man among them who could rival a sumo wrestler in size; it was hard not to notice him.
It turned out to be a Japanese, Nomura Tarou. Lin Tian was sowhat surprised and noticed that Nomura’s hands didn’t look injured. Could the Japanese have so kind of powerful Healing dicine?
To verify, Lin Tian activated his X-ray vision and scanned Nomura’s hands. There were still small fractures in the bones, but the muscles in the palm had mostly healed.
The Japanese indeed had a powerful Healing dicine, impressive. Such dicine could be a major advantage on a battlefield. However, Lin Tian assud it couldn’t be too common and felt reassured.
"Brother Tian..." Liu Wenxing greeted Lin Tian as he appeared.
He specifically glanced back at Lu Jia, noticing her rosy cheeks and the sparkling light in her eyes, as if she had just been refreshed. As for the other waitress, he couldn’t see her since she had already returned to her station.
Seeing his sleazy expression, Lin Tian knew what he was thinking, but he couldn’t be bothered to explain because in that group, he also spotted a familiar face he hadn’t seen for many days.
"Wenxing, how long has that group been here?" Lin Tian first walked over to sit in a corner and then asked.
"You an Bai Yufeng and those Japanese? They haven’t been here long," Liu Wenxing pointed towards them and responded.
"How do you know they are Japanese?" Lin Tianqi asked curiously. Asians all look quite similar, and it’s not easy to recognize them when they’re dressed in regular clothes and mixed in with others.
Liu Wenxing pointed at the chubby man and explained, "That fat guy there, because he’s so big, bumped into another group as he ca in, and a small conflict arose. Two people from Bai Yufeng’s side cursed a few tis in Japanese, so so of them must be Japanese."
"Oh, considering the arrogant styles of Bai Yufeng and the Japanese, it’s a bit strange they didn’t start fighting," Lin Tian said, puzzled.
"The other group seems to recognize you, Brother Tian. One of them said, ’On Brother Tian’s turf, you Japanese better behave.’ Then the head of security intervened. The security head was holding a big iron rod, very intimidating. Bai Yufeng finally pulled the Japanese away," Liu Wenxing explained excitedly, as if making the Japanese lose face was his own achievent.
"Recognize ? I doubt that. It’s probably just those friends giving face, not wanting to cause trouble here," Lin Tian said nonchalantly with a smile. Being the bar owner and having ruthlessly ousted Ma Xiangrong’s gang with an iron fist, his notorious reputation spread, so even strangers wouldn’t dare to cause trouble in the bar.
"Boss, should I go ask who had a conflict with the Japanese?" Lu Jia asked Lin Tian for instructions.
Lin Tian waved his hand dismissively and said, "No need to ask. Who had an issue with the Japanese is not important. What matters is the purpose of Bai Yufeng and the Japanese coming to the bar. Knowing this place as a site of their humiliation yet still showing up only indicates one thing, they are here to reclaim dignity."
"With his skills, he dares to co reclaim dignity? Who gave him the courage!" Liu Wenxing said disdainfully.
"Wenxing, reclaiming dignity doesn’t necessarily an fighting. There are many ways, like the King ga we played last ti. Any thod that can humiliate is feasible. He has the Japanese to help him as well," Lin Tian explained.
Just as he finished speaking, a loud "bang" echoed from the hall. Lin Tian had been keeping an eye on the situation; it was a Japanese man pounding on a table with his fist.
At that mont, the bar was playing a soft music track, not very loud. The pounding "bang bang" sounds overpowered the music in the hall, attracting many people’s attention.
A male waiter approached, intending to inquire about the matter. However, before the waiter could speak, the Japanese man who was smashing the table shouted loudly in stiff Chinese, "Your bar, what is this drink you served ? Weaker than plain water!"
"Sir, this drink was served as per your request. If you dislike it, we can offer another drink with higher alcohol content," the waiter replied, neither servile nor overbearing.
The Japanese man narrowed his eyes and continued to shout loudly, "What do you an? We are custors, and custors are kings. By saying this, you bla the custor, you bla the king. What a lousy bar, always shirking responsibility. Call your manager! I suspect you’re selling counterfeit drinks."
As expected, they ca to cause trouble. Lu Jia frowned and said to Lin Tian, "Boss, should I handle this? If we let them make a scene like this, those unaware might really believe we are selling counterfeit drinks."
"Yeah, Brother Tian, why not beat them up and throw them out? See if they dare to be arrogant again," Liu Wenxing said angrily, clenching his fists.
"They are just provoking us. If we fight them, it gives them more reason to accuse our store of bullying custors. Moreover, our Captain Hu Ying can’t beat that fat man," Lin Tian said calmly.
Bai Yufeng and the Japanese by his side were whispering to each other, seemingly oblivious to their companion’s outburst. Their behavior was obviously preditated—sending out a pawn to test the waters first.
Just as the waiter was about to call Lu Jia, a group approached from downstairs. The leader chuckled and said, "Behaving recklessly on Brother Tian’s turf, you’re just asking for trouble!"
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