Chapter 826: Smashed with a Pan
Zeng Yan suddenly realized why this young man sitting on the left was acting this way.
The reason was simple.
This guy probably thought that behaving like this in front of a woman would make him look cool and attractive.
Of course, it could also be that he was trying to attract women by making things difficult for another man.
Or maybe he was gaining a sense of superiority by bullying another man.
"Hey, what are you standing there dumbfounded for?"
"Why aren't you calling your boss over here?!"
The young man on the left looked up at Zeng Yan smugly.
A despicable smirk of petty triumph hung on his face.
Zeng Yan looked down at him, expressionless.
For some reason, the more he looked at this guy, the more he resembled that college boy his ex-girlfriend had hooked up with.
Of course, it wasn't him, just similar facial features.
But still.
Zeng Yan placed the spatula in his left hand onto the table where the four people were seated.
The four people at the table were all stunned.
His hands gripped the handle of the frying pan tightly.
Then, Zeng Yan swung the frying pan with all his might, smashing it against the young man on the left's head.
Once wasn't enough; he smashed him several more times.
While hitting him, Zeng Yan shouted:
"You want me to call the boss?! Fine, I'll call him for you! I'll call him for you! I'll give you a good call!!!"
When the young man on the left was hit the first time, blood gushed from his head. He himself was hit once, and then he covered his head, crying in pain before crouching down on the ground. All traces of his previous arrogance were gone.
The other three at the table were dumbfounded. When they snapped out of it, they screamed in terror and scrambled away from the table.
Soon, panic spread throughout the entire restaurant. Other diners in the restaurant also saw what was happening. One by one, they stood up, eyes wide open as they stared. Many of them were leaning toward the restaurant's exit, as if ready to flee if things went south.
Of course, plenty of people were taking photos and videos.
The other restaurant employees saw this and quickly rushed to the back kitchen to inform the boss. The boss, who was in the back kitchen, came to the front of the restaurant and saw Zeng Yan still bashing the young man with the frying pan.
He hurriedly went with the other employees to pull Zeng Yan away and restrain him.
The young man who had been smashed hadn't passed out yet. He lay on the ground, blood gushing from his head. He weakly reached out to the other three at his table and said with fading strength, "Call 120 for me! And 110 too!"
...
Jiang Ran went out again that night; no one knew what time he left.
But by the time he returned to Alice Apartment, it was already 2:30 AM the next day.
Dragging his exhausted body.
He took the elevator up to the rooftop of Building No. 2. Once he reached the rooftop, the cold wind blowing against his flushed face and body quickly cooled him down.
He walked to the edge of the rooftop.
Standing there, he directly picked up a canned cola from the concrete railing and started drinking.
"I'll pay you later."
Jiang Ran said weakly to the person beside him.
At this moment, also on the rooftop, standing next to Jiang Ran, was Yang Qi, the night owl.
Yang Qi was also a lab rat from the previous round.
He had once helped Jiang Ran knock out Zhao Jue, that manic depressive.
"What happened?"
Yang Qi asked.
Jiang Ran finished the cola in one gulp before speaking slowly:
"Do you remember Zeng Yan? Wasn't Zeng Yan working at a cheese restaurant? Around 8 PM, he was pouring cheese over ribs for a table of customers. One of the customers deliberately made things difficult for him. Because of that, Zeng Yan didn't pour the cheese properly, and the customer demanded to see the boss, probably expecting compensation. Then Zeng Yan couldn't hold back and smashed the customer's head several times with the cheese pan."
"Not long after he hit him, the police who arrived at the restaurant took him away. This kind of thing definitely requires notifying his family, but his family couldn't be reached for now. There was no choice, so he called Manager Wu Meiling from the apartment. Then the manager called me, saying she was on her period and it wasn't convenient for her to go out, so she asked me to go to the police station to help check on things and handle it."
"So I went, didn't I? After I got there, I found out the whole story."
Yang Qi hadn't changed much. He was holding a cup of Mixue coffee.
The coffee was black and deep.
Suitable for someone like him who stayed up late as a night owl.
He took a big sip and asked, "So after you went, how did things with Zeng Yan end up?"
Jiang Ran sighed: "Impulse is a devil. He's not getting out anytime soon. He has to wait for the hospital to do a injury assessment on the male customer whose head he hit. Based on the injury assessment, he'll have to pay compensation and get the other party's forgiveness."
"If it's a minor injury, and he can buy his way out with money and gain the other party's forgiveness, he'll just get a fine of a few hundred and a few days in detention before being released. Hmm... but if things don't go well... then I can't say."
Jiang Ran grabbed another bottle of Sprite from Yang Qi.
Opened it and chugged it down.
Yang Qi then said: "Really? I never expected Zeng Yan to do something like this. Usually, he seems pretty introverted to me, and he actually has a pretty good personality."
Jiang Ran nodded in agreement: "I think he's pretty good too, so I figure that male customer must have been a real piece of trash, deliberately provoking and harassing people. Zeng Yan couldn't hold back and lashed out."
Yang Qi's gaze was deep. It was past 2:30 AM, and the place they lived wasn't a bustling downtown area. Looking around from this rooftop, most places were pitch black, with only the stars shining.
He said flatly: "In this world, there are actually a lot, a lot of people who are not normal. They're just not normal people."
"The more you do jobs that expose you to a lot of people, the more you understand the meaning of that sentence."
Yang Qi seemed to have his own story about this.
After all, he was a delivery guy, dealing with all kinds of people—way too many.
Then he told a story.
Not from his time as a delivery driver, but from when he used to do crowdsourced food delivery.
Back then, he delivered breakfast to a woman in the morning. He had just received the order. Before he even reached the restaurant, he got a call from the woman asking him to deliver faster.
He thought she was in a hurry for work or something.
So he hurried to the restaurant, picked up the order, and delivered it.
But when he got there, the woman answered the door still in her pajamas.
And when she received it, she said: "Didn't I tell you to deliver faster? Why are you so slow?"
Then she inexplicably gave him a bad review.
In short, there aren't many normal people in this world.
Yang Qi said: "Now I even suspect that many of the people I meet aren't human."
In the dead of night, Jiang Ran got goosebumps all over from those words.
He sucked in a cold breath: "If they're not human, then what are they?"