As soon as the lackey shouted, Chu Ge gave a fierce push forward, causing the lackey to stagger backward a few steps, his back "clang" against the trash bin of a cleaning cart. Before he could steady himself, Chu Ge had already strode up to him.

"Fuck..." The lackey was almost driven mad with anger, shouting curses, but he had only uttered two words before suddenly seeing stars as Chu Ge's large hand pressed down on his face, muffling his swear words into indistinct mumbles.

"Oh, really? Not rushing to eat, still have time to make noise here? You've got some energy, huh?"

As soon as Chu Ge finished speaking, he pushed forward with his large hand again. The lackey's body continued to lean backward, his neck caught right on the edge of the trash bin, making him yelp "ow" from the pain. Already unstable on his feet, he struggled more, his feet slipping, and he was about to slide to the ground along the edge of the trash bin.

But, Chu Ge didn't plan to let him off so easily. Just as his right foot slipped, Chu Ge's right hand reached forward again, directly grabbing the lackey's ankle. With a flick of strength, he lifted it up and then dropped it down. The lackey was flipped headfirst into the trash bin, his startled scream of "ah" abruptly cut off with a "clang".

The trash bin not only contained the beef Chu Ge had just thrown in, but also other miscellaneous trash. Though he wanted to shout, his mouth was full of garbage, preventing any cries from escaping.

This sudden scene instantly startled the surrounding guests, causing a few girls to scream in surprise. The manager, who had been observing the situation with an always worried look, hesitated for two seconds before immediately walking aside to dial a phone number.

Song Baijia slapped his forehead. He had expected Chu Ge to act, but didn't anticipate such a dramatic move from Chu Ge.

Even with the lackey thrown into the trash bin, Chu Ge still didn't release his grip on the ankle, lifting the lackey's body up and dropping it down again, repeatedly letting the lackey's head crash against the bin bottom.

"Hey, weren't you going to eat? Go on, eat. Help yourself, don't stand on ceremony with me."

Chu Ge's face wore his signature smile, and his tone was very calm. Just from his expression and voice, no one would imagine that he was doing something so ruthless.

Chu Ge was really not in a good mood right now, extremely frustrated. Recently, what's with his beef against barbecue or something?

Previously he ran into Huang Yourong and Chang Xin while eating barbecue in the provincial capital, and now back in Litho City, he encountered this nuisance while having barbecue again. He just wanted to quietly enjoy a decent barbecue meal; why so many problems!

When this lackey came over to ask for ten plates of meat, Chu Ge actually wasn't expecting him to apologize to Song Baijia for the incident at the door. Even if his attitude was just slightly better, Chu Ge wouldn't have made things hard for him. Letting him take ten plates of meat to appease his South Korean patrons wouldn't have been a big deal.

But the key is that Chu Ge gave this guy a chance, and this guy didn't appreciate it, did he? Showing off as if he was the boss right off the bat. Who was he putting on a show for? Who the fuck owed him anything?

It's true that Chu Ge didn't want to cause trouble, but his temper was never as good as it seemed, and he was certainly no saint or gentleman. Being pestered by this lackey to this extent, he certainly wouldn't indulge this guy's bad habits any longer.

Having a group of South Korean patrons, is that so great? Maybe others would be afraid of that, but he couldn't care less about those people, whoever the hell they are!

"Clang! Clang! Clang!" Chu Ge lifted, dropped, lifted, and dropped his hand...

The lackey's face repeatedly slammed into the bottom of the trash bin, his nose and mouth filled with minced meat and other garbage.

He wanted to open his mouth to speak, but Chu Ge wouldn't give him the chance. Right now, the only thing he could do was seize the brief second Chu Ge lifted him to spit out the trash from his mouth, only to have new minced meat and garbage stuffed in again.

"Dude, enough!" Song Baijia grabbed Chu Ge's arm, looking anxious, "If you keep this up, you'll kill him!"

"Don't worry, he won't die, I know what I'm doing." Chu Ge said without turning his head, not loosening his grip due to Song Baijia's persuasion, continuing to make the lackey's head have intimate contact with the bin bottom over and over.

Recent consecutive incidents had left an irreparable foul mood inside him, and today this lackey had thoroughly inflamed his rage, making it impossible not to vent.

Seeing Chu Ge's warm yet sinister smile, Song Baijia was really conflicted. With Chu Ge saying that, he didn't know whether to dissuade him or not, completely unsure of what to do.

If Song Baijia was like this, then the barbecue restaurant's waiters went without saying. You'd think that working at such a place, seeing customers fight wasn't a first, but this was really the first time they'd seen someone like Chu Ge.

Clearly so ruthless, but always grinning, this was quite like their actual boss, or even a notch above their boss.

The waiters watched Chu Ge's actions with wide eyes, glancing at each other, but none dared to step forward to intervene, not even the manager who brought the lackey over. Now he had a bitter smile, simply hoping that the person he called would arrive quickly.

What was originally a lively booth area suddenly became eerily quiet, only the "clang clang clang" sounds echoing, until a series of footsteps and cheerful Korean chatter added some new elements to the quiet.

"Where did that lackey Xiaobai run off to? We asked for something, and he's taking forever without coming back."

"Who knows? Maybe he went to the bathroom? Huh? Someone's fighting over there, let's go take a look."

Two South Koreans walked out of the private room, and as they took a few steps, they heard "bang bang" sounds. They exchanged glances and then headed in the direction of the noise.

"Ha! That guy got shoved into a trash can! Interesting."

"It is kind of interesting, but it's a shame it's just one-sided abuse. There's really nothing entertaining in that kind of fight."

"Wait, take a closer look at that guy's clothes, it seems like... Little Bai?"

At this point, they both frowned and quickened their pace. When they confirmed it was indeed their translator Little Bai, they immediately shouted in Korean, "Let go."

Chu Ge could understand Korean, and in a situation like this, even if he couldn't, he could tell their intention from their tone.

After tossing the lackey Little Bai around so many times, Chu Ge felt much relieved. When he heard that loud shout, he turned to look at the two South Koreans, gave a faint smile, and loosened his fingers.

"Clang" Little Bai fell headfirst into the trash can, leaving only his lower legs sticking out.

The man with the short ponytail frowned and asked, "What's going on!"

After asking, he realized the person opposite was from Hua Country, so asking was pointless, as the other party probably wouldn't understand. However, while he hesitated about whether to take action, an unexpected voice rang in his ears.

"It's simple, he was very rude to me and my friends, so I gave him a little lesson."

The man with the short ponytail was stunned. This person could speak Korean? And quite well too? His gaze wandered, and he noticed the grilled beef tenderloin on the serving cart, immediately understanding the probable cause.

"A little lesson? Are you joking with me? Do you really think this is just a little lesson?"

The man with the short ponytail squinted. Although he didn't care about translator Little Bai, Little Bai did come with them. If they didn't do anything after Little Bai got beaten up, it wouldn't be right.

Chu Ge nodded as if it were a matter of course, pulled Little Bai out of the trash can, and tossed him at the feet of the two South Koreans across from them. Then he returned to the booth, sat on the sofa, and crossed his legs.

Little Bai had already passed out by this time, and his face and clothes were in a mess, emitting a very unpleasant smell. The two South Koreans couldn't help but take two steps back and covered their noses in disgust.

"That's right, it was just a little lesson. Next time, please keep your dog on a tighter leash and don't let him run around barking. As for me helping you teach him a lesson today, I don't need you to thank me."

The man with the short ponytail furrowed his brows even tighter. This man from Hua Country was too calm. After hitting their guy, he still had the nerve to crack such unfunny jokes?

"Are you trying to provoke us?"

Chu Ge chuckled, "I've already said, I just helped teach your dog for you. Of course, if you insist on interpreting it your way, there's nothing I can do about it."

Having said that, Chu Ge glanced at the speechless waiter standing by, "Check, please."

The waiter hesitated for a moment, sneaked a peek at the two South Koreans opposite Chu Ge, then cautiously walked over to Chu Ge's side, "Sir, the total is seven thousand six hundred and thirty-two yuan."

Despite the somewhat inappropriate atmosphere, Chu Ge was still stunned by the amount, and he blinked in surprise.

If it were at a five-star hotel, spending this amount on a meal wouldn't be surprising. But this was a barbecue restaurant. Even though the prices here were relatively high, for just the two of them to spend this much on barbecue was indeed quite terrifying.

Moreover, judging by Song Baijia's appearance, had it not been for such an unexpected incident, he could have continued eating.

How on earth has he lived like this for so many years? It seems, as he said, he really has never eaten his fill since he was young?

As for the amount, Chu Ge had no doubt, just considering the grilled beef tenderloin that Song Baijia ordered last, which was sixty-eight yuan per plate—the forty plates alone would be two thousand seven hundred and twenty, plus the other things they had earlier. It truly added up.

The two South Koreans couldn't understand Mandarin, so they didn't know what Chu Ge and the waiter were talking about. But when Chu Ge pulled out a wad of cash, they realized he was getting ready to settle the bill.