Book 4 Chapter 12 – Drug Dealer

　　"We came for breakfast. We don't have that much cash on us. I didn't bring my credit card either." Fu Bo said with a shaking voice as his gaze fell on the row of well-built men behind the fat cook. His fear grew along with his guilt for involving Li Yiming in the mess.

　　"Hmm? Is that so…?" The fat man's expression took a turn for the sinister. His underlings stepped forth to intimidate Li Yiming and Fu Bo.

　　"Don't look at me. I didn't bring any money either." Li Yiming shrugged his shoulders as he looked at the fat man in the eyes. He began to think about his next course of action.

　　'How should I settle this? It wouldn't be a good idea to use force with Fu Bo here..'

　　"I'll go get it. I'll go home and get the money for you." Afraid of troubling Li Yiming any further, Fu Bo hurriedly offered.

　　"Fine, you go. But the other stays here. The leader of the gang of thugs agreed, since a quick look at the duo made it clear that they would not be the type of people to have such an amount of money on them at anytime.

　　"But…" Fu Bo was worried.

　　"It's alright. I'll be fine. I'll wait for you." Li Yiming urged Fu Bo. He was just wondering about how to get Fu Bo to leave, and this was exactly what he needed.

　　"Then… Be careful. I'll be back." Left with no other choice, Fu Bo begrudgingly began to walk towards the exit, looking back at Li Yiming as he did.

　　"Wait," The fat own suddenly called out and looked at one of the men behind him. "Go with him."

　　The underling smirked and followed Fu Bo closely out of the shop.

　　Li Yiming stretched lazily, stood up, and casually walked towards the window of the restaurant. Since he did not head for the exit, the thugs simply stayed still and observed him coldly.

　　Li Yiming looked out. He could only see a few pedestrians and an occasional car driving past. He raised his hand and released the tied up curtains. The interior of the restaurant was plunged into darkness.

　　"The h.e.l.l you doing?" One thug shouted.

　　"I don't want the people outside to see what's about to happen." Li Yiming answered calmly.

　　"Hmm… Hahahaha! This kid is interesting. Watch and learn, you dips.h.i.+ts." The fat man laughed out loud. Some of the anger and sleepiness he showed for being awakened disappeared.

　　A s.h.i.+rtless thug by the door extinguished his cigarette, closed the door, and turned on the ceiling lights. Li Yiming smiled at him rather approvingly. 'This guy knows what's up.'

　　"The f*ck you looking at? What are you laughing at?" The s.h.i.+rtless thug felt a tingle down his spine when he looked at Li Yiming and shouted angrily.

　　Li Yiming's pointed at the door and then at the men around him with a smirk. "The doors are closed. Time to beat the trapped dogs." ¹

　　"The f*ck? You wanna die?" The last person Li Yiming pointed at immediately roared in anger. He had lost every single round of mahjong last night and he was just looking for an outlet for his frustration.

　　The lackey rushed forward with raised fists as others stood up in support of their own while a cruel smile climbed up the fat man's lips.

　　Li Yiming raised his right leg and kicked on the figure charging towards him.

　　With Li Yiming's current strength, the kick could be fatal. In order to avoid killing the thug, he carefully unleashed his strength as his foot made contact with him, resulting in something closer to a shove than a kick. It was still a blow that contained around eighty percent of his power.

　　The fat man was about to instruct his men to not hurt Li Yiming too bad, but before he could say anything, a shadow zipped past his head and slammed into the wall behind him. He turned around and saw his underling spit out a mouthful of blood before falling down, unconscious, leaving a crater in the wall.