Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
âSister Qi, Sister Qi...â
The moment Ming Shu entered her pub, a group of people gathered around her.
Ming Shu gripped the apples she just bought tightly. She was on her guard. âWhat do you all want?â
âSister Qi, look at this.â
They pushed Ming Shu forward. The main hall was lit up brightly. Ming Shu saw the box placed on the table.
There was a dead rat in the box. It looked as though it had been flattened by a car.
Ming Shu: â...â
No one dared to look at it. Some timid girls who were more afraid stood right at the end.
âWhere did it come from?â
âWhen I opened the place today, it was placed at the door. There was a delivery receipt placed on it. The receiver was our bar so I took it in,â Manager Cai said. âI didnât expect it to be something so disgusting.â
âWhat else is there?â
âNothing...â
Ming Shu asked someone to throw the box out. Then, she looked at the surveillance recordings. A person disguised as a deliveryman placed the box down and left. He was wearing a hat and a mask.
They received similar things for the next three days.
The time of delivery was different each time. Sometimes, it was sent during opening hours while other times, they were taken in by their customers.
The workers at Qi Yun Bar were scared. They didnât know who sent these things.
On the fifth day, there was a letter in the box.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Ming Shu opened the letter.
Who wrote these illegible words?
Ming Shu couldnât read it. She passed it to Manager Cai and waved her hand like an emperor. âRead!â
Manager Cai wanted to know which bastard sent them these animals, but when she saw the words, she felt helpless. Was this written by a doctor!
She passed it to the young man beside her. âThe aircon seems too strong. I have a headache. You can read it for Sister Qi.â
The letter was passed around, but no one could identify the words.
The sender was challenging them!
Everyone discussed together, but they could only make out a few words. However, the words couldnât form any sentences.
Ming Shu decided to showcase the letter at the door. If anyone managed to read it, there would be a $1000 reward.
She even wrote a reply belowâTo the bold brother who dared to send us all the animals: Please send us a dog who can speak. We humans canât understand what you are writing.
Yu Jing looked at the letter for a while. He entered the nightclub and asked, âWhat is the letter about?â
âNothing. Itâs a new game,â Ming Shu replied. âWhy are you so early today?â
Yu Jing placed the guitar off to the side. âI missed you.â
âWhen do you not miss me?â
âImpossible.â He missed her every day.
Yu Jing leaned against the table and kissed Ming Shu, who was on the other side of the table. It was a difficult position to kiss. After that, he asked, âDo you have a reply?â
âMove house?â
âYes.â
âIâm happy with my current house.â Although Mister Qiao Cheng always stole her food, he would also share his food with her.
Ming Shu liked the atmosphere of the Qiao family. It was lively every day. She didnât want to move out.
However...
Yu Jing said, âIâm not there.â
Yes. He was not there.
Ming Shu thought for a moment. âLet me ask my parents. If they agree to let you stay at the house, you can move in.â
Yu Jing: â...â So I need to curry favor with my future in-laws now? What do they like?
Yu Jing went to ponder over this question. Ming Shu settled some things with Brother Long so the room turned quiet suddenly.
That night, Yu Jing was not in his best state. Hence, only one song was performed.
The atmosphere at the bar was amazing. Many people thought that the letter pasted outside the door was a game. Although the reward was only a thousand bucks, many people had a fun time guessing the content.
Since it was a game, the process was more important.
Yu Jing grabbed Peng Pai. âWhat presents do elders like?â
Peng Pai scratched his head. âI have never given presents to elders...â
Yu Jing: â... Get out of my way.â
Peng Pai: â...â
âAhhhh... I know what the words are!â
Someone suddenly shouted.
...
Cool-looking cars drove into a dilapidated unfinished building consecutively.
Loud music and the voices of youngsters echoed through the place.
âWhat is happening?â The hooligans standing on the second floor looked down. âWhere did these people come from?â
âWhat are they doing?â
âWhy are there so many people?â
Before they understood what was happening, the youngsters had come up.
âAre you all the NPCs?â
âWhat is the hint?â
âI must find the treasure first! Hahahaha! You idiots are not my match. Hurry up and tell me what the clue is. I have never lost a game before!â
The hooligans: â...â Are they high on drugs?
They were waiting for the female boss of Qi Yun Bar. Why did these people come instead?
The hooligans took a while to understand the situation. Their letter was showcased at the door. The boss of the bar said that it was a game and the next hint was here.
The hooligans: â...â
This is not right!
This is the wrong script!
They took a long time to get the youngsters out of there. The hooligans were tired.
This was different from what they expected.
âA car is coming.â
Ming Shu came alone. She opened the car door and stepped out. She stood at the side of the car and shone her flashlight at the second floor. The hooligans didnât dodge in time so Ming Shu saw them.
She walked up the staircase.
There were more than ten hooligans.
âAre you all the ones who sent the dead animals?â The place was lit up with some oil cans.
âQiao Qi...â One of the hooligans took out a photo. âItâs her.â
Someone asked, âShe came alone?â
The person who stood at the window replied, âThere is only one car. No one is downstairs.â
The hooligan that asked the question said, âBoss Qiao, our boss has something to discuss with you.â
âIf you want to talk to me, you can just come and find me. I will not reject you. Why do you all need to send me dead animals? Are you crazy?â
The hooligans: â...â We just listened to the lady. She asked us to scare you first!
âAlso, who wrote the letter?â Ming Shu continued. âOnly one person in the entire bar recognized the words. You all should practice your writing. If not, I will not know where the fight is happening next time.â
The hooligans: â...â They randomly chose a person. They never expected the personâs handwriting to be so bad!
The hooligan controlled their desire to complain together with Ming Shu. âBoss Qiao, this way please.â
Ming Shu didnât move. âIs there anything to eat?â
The hooligan: â???â
âHow dare you all invite me when you never prepared food. Is this how you treat a guest?â
Was this how a normal person should react?
Even if she was not nervous, she should be on her guard!
Is she a woman?!
This is a bit too much for me to handle. Let me calm myself down.