Driving a Chevrolet to a noodle shop – only Louie could pull off such a stunt. As Louie placed the bottle of red wine on the worn-out wooden table in the noodle shop, the attention of everyone enjoying their noodles shifted to him instantly.
Louie loudly shouted to the waiter, "Two bowls of spaghetti, and make sure to add plenty of sauce."
Arabella felt her cheeks burning. Seeing the curious gazes from the people in the noodle shop, she felt extremely uneasy. Her small hand pulled on Louie's shirt from under the table as she whispered, "Manager, how about we go to another restaurant? I'll treat you."
"What's wrong? Isn't eating here great?" Louie wondered. "Look at this, it's so lively. Everyone's enjoying their noodles together."
"No, I just feel that we might be attracting too much attention," Arabella expressed her concern. She hadn't anticipated such a reaction, so she reluctantly agreed to eat noodles. If she had known it would cause such a stir, she would have preferred not to eat at all rather than agree to Louie's suggestion.
"It's quite enjoyable," Louie waved his hand, indicating that Arabella shouldn't worry too much.
"In this day and age, there are so many people pretending to be rich. They come to eat noodles in a car; if you don't have money, don't try to impress girls," a coarse voice came from the table against the wall. Two young men were sitting there, both with shaved heads. One of them, burly and shirtless, had a dragon tattooed across his chest. The other, wearing a thick bead necklace around his neck, clearly wasn't someone to mess with. The comment about the car came from the shirtless one. The other guy continued, "Yeah, don't think you're something just because you have a beat-up car. Maybe it's borrowed from somewhere. What a jerk."
After hearing the words of the two young men, Louie smiled and used his fork to pick up the newly arrived noodles, holding them up in the air. Speaking to himself, he said, "It's strange. Why are there so many barking dogs these days, sticking their noses into other people's business for no reason?"
"Hey kid, what the hell did you just say?" The shirtless young man stood up with a loud thud, pointing angrily at Louie. "Say that again if you dare."
Seeing the confrontation escalate, Arabella's face turned pale. She quickly explained, "No, he didn't say anything about you." She tightly held onto Louie's left wrist, signaling him not to start a fight.
Louie grinned as he threw the piece of meat into his mouth, chewing on it as he said, "I'm a Svengali, I won't take offense to you guys."
The two young men walked over, the bare-chested young man overturned Louie's table with one hand, and the table's noodles and some bottles of seasoning fell sparingly all over the floor.
"Are you kid looking for a beating, your skin is itchy." Another young man arrogantly scolded, "Looking for death, squeak in pain, I'll let you die in pain."
"Squeak!" Louie really said the word "Zee".
Now those two guys were almost infuriated, they hadn't met such a person yet, they really weren't afraid of death. Without saying a word, the bare-chested young man slapped his right hand at Louie's face, cursing under his breath, "Motherfucker, let's make you remember."
With a loud snap, the bare-chested young man's hand and Louie's right hand hit together, making a crisp ringing sound. "Ouch, that hurt." Louie exclaimed with an exaggerated grin, "Help, call the police, call the police, the triads are beating up good people." Another look, the noodle shop where there are still people, just now also full of the noodle shop, empty, those who eat noodles are hiding in the door, open head to see it, even the noodle shop waiter also hide in the back kitchen, pulling the door to peep. Only Arabella face scared white, leaning against the wall, do not dare to move, scared even shouting for help will not.
The bare-chested young man was in pain and blemished his teeth, so he felt his whole right hand was hot and painful, and when he took a closer look, he saw that the palm of his hand was red as if it was on fire.
Where does he know Louie has received extreme training, not to mention him, even if Louie's hand shot on the iron plate, but also will hit the iron plate out of the concave type, Louie did not let his right hand waste, even if enough to give face.
Another young man looked at Louie shouting for help there, thought his companion just now that let this fair and quiet looking man ate a lot of suffering, this kid also dare not show weakness, raised his right leg, kicked Louie's belly, said: "I'll let you get down this time, I'll let you dare to talk back to us." His strength is big enough, even the strength of milk are made up, just want to kick Louie down.
Louie looks very disadvantaged, yelling for help, but he is not idle, right leg a kick chair, the chair a straight leg is facing the young man kicked to his right foot, this is bad enough, if the stool legs stand up, the young man kicked in the stool legs, but nothing, at most, the stool legs kicked off, but with the stool legs of the straight up on a different, that is a point, who knows, so that the stool legs will not be broken, but the stool legs of the straight up on a different, that is a point, who knows. This stool leg will not break at all, on the contrary, it is even harder.
This time, the kid's right leg kicked in the corner of the stirrup leg, "mama." That kid out of a painful scream, a sitting on the ground, both hands cover the right foot heart, even screamed.
"Help, call the police, do you people have any sympathy." Louie openly yelled to the group of watchers at the door, "Two triad members beat me up, and they didn't come over to help, it's over, this society is over, the triads are in charge." Said in a panic, grabbed Arabella's arm and said, " Arabella, let's run."
Louie mouth said so, but the foot can not be idle, pretending to panic, deliberately kicked down a chair, smashed in the thighs of the young man sitting on the ground screaming miserably, but also intentionally use the knee to the young man's back heart, and so on Louie pulled Arabella also ran out of the noodle shop, the young man also lying on the ground can not move.
The two ran out of the noodle shop, the bare-chested young man could not care about his companion, rushed into the kitchen, picked up a kitchen knife, holding a kitchen knife and chased out.
Louie took a look at this situation, his heart laughed, thinking: "These young people ah, really don't know the sky and the earth, good not to learn, learn what the triad chopping, really think they are gangster." He did not take Arabella to his car, but ran around and up the street.
The young man waved a kitchen knife and chased after Louie, while chasing, he shouted, "Rabbit, if I don't fee you today, I'll take your last name."
"Share the same surname with me? Maybe in your next life. I don't want you as my son," Louie retorted. This remark infuriated the young man, and he became fixated on wanting to strike Louie down.
Arabella, initially frightened, found herself oddly excited. The intense adrenaline rush made her feel like the female lead in a gangster movie, desperately fleeing alongside the male lead.
Ahead was a main street, with a police car parked by the roadside. Two male officers had just bought cola from a nearby store, casually sipping and chatting. Just then, Louie, pulling Arabella, arrived. Seeing the police officers, Louie got a mischievous idea. Deliberately slowing down, he let the shirtless young man catch up. Just as the young man swung the knife toward Louie's head, Louie gracefully sidestepped, evading the incoming blade. Following that, he extended his right leg, tripping the young man's right leg. Unable to control his momentum, the young man, holding the knife, lunged forward. Concerned that the young man's charge might not be strong enough to reach the police, Louie also gave him a push on the back, sending him hurtling toward the officers.
"Assault on police!" Louie deliberately shouted. "Watch out, officers!"
The two policemen finally took notice, realizing that the shirtless young man, menacingly wielding a knife, was charging at them. In an attempt to draw their guns, it was too late, so they had to evade as best they could. Even so, one officer's right arm was grazed by the knife.
"Damn punk, daring to assault the police!" The two officers were furious, especially the one who had been cut. He fumed, thinking, "I've only been on the force for a few days, haven't even caught anyone yet, and now you're attacking me with a knife?"
"It wasn't me, not me," the shirtless young man, now on the ground, missing two teeth and with a mouth full of blood, tried to explain. He had dropped the knife beside him and was about to clarify that he hadn't intended to assault the police, but the officers, without giving him a chance, forcefully restrained him. The injured officer, seething with anger, even kicked the young man hard, shouting, "It wasn't you? Then was it me who cut myself with the knife?"
"I really didn't want to attack the police," the shirtless young man protested, feeling genuinely aggrieved.