CHAPTER 1885: CHAPTER 890 AT THE OPENING BANQUET, ENCOUNTER_2

Young people need some youthful spirit, but they all act like they’re in their seventies or eighties, living a bit too boringly. Of course, family circumstances differ, perhaps they have to be this way—the Capital is so big, connections are intricate, overly impulsive people are probably not very welcome.

Listening to them talk about the economy is fine, like how a young person mentioned the changes in Japan earlier. Due to mysterious events, economic and political repercussions followed for Japan, which Yan Fei is keen to hear about.

It’s not that he did something and wants to hear the results, but rather to research the consequences and think about how to act later without causing too much damage yet having significant follow-up effects.

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"Should we head over to play near Meng Si’an’s place?" Xu Xiaoyan stood on the street thinking for a while and suggested to Yan Fei to continue their play there.

The weather was good; the afternoon sun was pleasantly warm.

Yan Fei looked up at the sky, thought for a bit, and fulfilled his wife’s wish—she always had a bit of a literary side, and liked things with a nostalgic vibe. The alley where Meng Si’an lived was just like that, with old houses on both sides and Chinese Scholar Trees planted, truly flavorful. Apart from the road not being a cobblestone one, everything else was quite suitable for walking.

They weren’t in a hurry because Xu calculated they shouldn’t waste the afternoon. By evening, they could drive out of the city and find a spot with no people, reaching home anytime.

So they just played, took the bus, and once they arrived, there was a short distance left. They weren’t rushed, strolling and looking around leisurely.

As they neared the alley, they saw a crowd gathered by the roadside, and heard someone arguing inside. With nothing better to do, they went to join the crowd and watch like onlookers.

Watching the commotion is inevitable—this young couple, one a demon, one a demoness wife, couldn’t resist checking out the excitement.

When they approached, they saw two people with red armbands trying to get several disgruntled young people to disperse, while there were two extravagantly dressed foreigners behind the red armbands.

They were extravagantly dressed because their clothes looked bizarre, like military uniforms, but also vaguely like formal attire. Anyway, Yan Fei didn’t recognize what kind of attire it was, until hearing others’ discussions, he learned it was military uniforms.

Not current uniforms, but ones from a hundred years ago—or rather, it was less than two months shy of a hundred years.

From the era of the Eight-Nation Alliance’s invasion, though Yan Fei took history classes, the textbooks weren’t very detailed. Without paying attention usually, it’s hard to instantly recognize the clothing those two people were wearing.

After hearing some more discussion, they understood.

The two foreigners were from France, visiting China, wanting to take souvenir photos at places their grandfathers visited, even donning their grandfather’s attire from that time.

The Capital boasts many scenic spots, each steeped in historical anecdotes.

And where Yan Fei and Xu Xiaoyan stood now, supposedly had events happen back then.

This was also why those two French people chose this location.

The young people being chased away by the red armbands just didn’t like it, said a few words, which then caused a little conflict, eventually attracting the red armbands. The red armbands naturally wanted to settle things peacefully, asking the young people to leave.

But it was apparent, the group of young people wasn’t happy.

The less pleased they were, the more the two foreigners reveled in it, jabbering and gesturing towards them.

Yan Fei didn’t understand the language; he dabbled in two foreign languages, but it was evidently not enough. Xu Xiaoyan too looked bewildered, but seeing the increasingly agitated emotions of those young people, it was clear what was being said wasn’t good.

"Hey, what are they saying?" someone nearby asked, voicing Yan Fei’s question.

One of the young people, being driven away and quite steamed, heard the question and responded gruffly: "They say all we do is protest verbally, and they called us... Anyway, nothing nice, do you really want me to repeat it?"

No one else asked then—it was obvious, sure wasn’t anything good.

Xu Xiaoyan muttered, indignant, "Really feel like going up and punching their noses flat..."

Yan Fei chuckled, "That wish is quite achievable, once it gets chaotic, head to Meng Si’an’s doorstep and wait for me, watch me..."

As he spoke, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a large towel. Luckily everyone was focused on the commotion, otherwise fishing out such a long towel from a pocket might seem like a magic trick.

He bent down, wrapped the towel around his face, covering his head, showing only his eyes, then pushed through the crowd towards the inside.

"Hey, who’s pushing?"

"Why squeeze in?"

"What’s going on here?"

"Don’t push me..."

"..."

People began to protest, and turning their heads saw a person wrapped like a sticky rice dumpling, with a covered face and head, going towards them, stunned at the sight. When those behind him shouted, those in front turned around and saw the wrapped figure pushing through, unsure what was happening, instinctively clearing a path.

In a blink of an eye, the wrapped figure reached the young people, who were still arguing with the red armbands, and were so surprised by this person coming up, they forgot to speak.

But the two red armbands reacted, "Hey hey hey, who are you, you... hey hey hey..."

As they spoke, they were swiftly pushed aside by the wrapped figure, the hey hey hey turning to nothing.

Next, the wrapped figure arrived beside the astonished French people and grabbed their camera, smashing it to the ground with a thud, followed by a decisive stomp, turning the camera into a heap of scraps.

The two French people realized what happened, instantly furious, one raised a hand, only to have it caught by the wrapped figure who twisted the finger. The words ready to come out turned into an "ouch" as he squatted following his hand.

The other guy rushed to help his companion.

He suddenly felt pain in his face, a ringing in his head, and then it was all twinkling stars shining brightly, the sky was full of little stars...

The half-squatting fellow didn’t fare well either. As they say, sharing blessings and woes equal, he shared the same fate. As he was still in a half-squat, one punch down, stars twinkling brightly, the sky full of little stars...

The wrapped figure wasn’t satisfied yet, followed by a series of rapid slaps, leaving the onlooking crowd a bit dumbfounded.

It was too quick; those slaps, people saw a blur before the two French were bleeding from their mouths and noses, their faces turning gradually red, swollen, purple...

In a little while, they both looked much fatter, seemingly having gained weight, surely convincing French people that Chinese cuisine is unrivaled.

The wrapped figure’s series of actions may sound slow when recounted, but were indeed quite fast.

The onlookers outside were stunned, no response, the two red armbands didn’t respond either, and even the righteously indignant young people didn’t react.

Seeing the two begonias starting to turn into cabbages, they reacted and were about to cheer, only to see the wrapped figure nudge the straightened red armbands away slightly, came beside them, "Why haven’t you taken off yet?"

Though quietly said, the young people heard.

They saw the wrapped figure swaggering away through the crowd who instinctively gave way. One young person shouted, "Run!"

With a whoosh, a group of people followed the path cleared by the wrapped figure, running out.

Though they ran fast, they weren’t as fast as the wrapped figure, who was already sprinting down the big street at full speed!

In an instant, he was gone; noticing that speed, it was easy to see he probably did similar things quite often, way too experienced!